The Priest:
You'll burn in hell for this!

Pinhead:
Burn? Oh, such a limited imagination!

Pinhead:
Unbearable, isn't it? The suffering of strangers, the agony of friends. There is a secret song at the center of the world, Joey, and its sound is like razors through flesh.

Joey:
I don't believe you.

Pinhead:
Oh come, you can hear its faint echo right now. I'm here to turn up the volume. To press the stinking face of humanity into the dark blood of its own secret heart.

J.P. Monroe:
Jesus Christ!

Pinhead:
Not quite.

Pinhead:
Down the dark decades of your pain, this will seem like a memory of Heaven.

Joey:
Oh, Doc. No.

Camerahead Cenobite:
Have you seen what he did to me, you little bitch? Have you seen?

Pinhead:
This is my body, This is my blood, Happy are they who come to my sabbat.

Pinhead:
I am offering you a place at my right hand - flesh, power, dominion.

J.P. Cenobite:
Relax, baby. This is better than sex.