- The Yattering: [Beelzebub pays a visit to the demon Yattering, who is having trouble getting a mortal to give up his soul] I'm honored beyond all demons.
- Beelzebub: Don't be. I just came up here to shut you up. All Hell is murky with the echo of your yattering.
- The Yattering: But my Lord, it's this, this man, he's, he's some kind of a saint. I'll never snatch his soul.
- Beelzebub: He's not a saint. He's a pickle salesman.
- The Yattering: Beezlebub! My Lord, you heard me.
- Beelzebub: We hear all suffering in the depths, demon. Every sigh. Every tear. Every complaint. That what makes it Hell.