Francesco Dellamorte:
Don't worry, I'll get the next one.

Francesco Dellamore:
Death, Death, the whore.

Francesco Dellamorte:
I'd give my life to be dead.

Francesco Dellamorte:
You and I are both the same: we kill out of indifference, sometimes love, but never hate.

Francesco Dellamorte:
At a certain point in your life you realize you know more dead people than living.

Francesco Dellamorte:
I haven't read more than two books in my whole life. One I never finished, and the other is the phone book.

Francesco Dellamorte:
Pass this town is the rest of the world. What do you think the rest of the world looks like?

Francesco Dellamorte:
Death, death, death comes sweeping down, filthy death the leering clown, death on wings, death by surprise, failing evil from worldly eyes, death that spawns as life succumbs, while death and love, two kindred drums, beat the time till judgement day, an actor in a passion play, without beginning, without end, evermore, amen.

Francesco Dellamorte:
You get into all sorts of trouble if you kill people if they're still alive.

Francesco Dellamorte:
The Living Dead and the dying living are all the same. Cut from the same cloth.

Francesco Dellamorte:
Thief. You may have killed your wife and daughter - okay, I'll give you that - but it was me who knocked off the three girls. What are you doing stealing my murders? What kind of a fucking friend do you think you are?

Francesco Dellamorte:
My name is Francesco Dellamorte. Weird name, isn't it? Frances Of Death. Saint Frances Of Death. I've often thought of having it changed. Andre Dellamorte would be much better.

Francesco Dellamorte:
Move aside.

Francesco Dellamorte:
This is my business. They pay me for it.

Francesco Dellamorte:
Just because we've got the new ones doesn't mean we have to throw old ones away . . . these books are classics!

Francesco Dellamorte:
Hold on a minute Franco.

Francesco Dellamorte:
You were saying, Franco.

Franco:
No, no nothing. Just calling to see how you are.

Francesco Dellamorte:
Oh, you know how things are. Life goes on.