Mundus:
Again I must face a Sparda. Strange fate, isn't it?

Dante:
Strange and ironic that it will end the same way.

Dante:
Lets rock, baby.

Trish:
It looks like we have a winner.

Dante:
Jackpot.

Dante:
Goodbye. And when you do come back, give my regards to my son, will ya.

Dante:
Flock off, featherface

Dante:
Even as a child I had powers; there's demonic blood in me.

Dante:
A man with guts and honour... I like that, but it's a shame you serve Mundus.