Gabriel:
I'd die every night, if I had the money.

Zophael Jones:
You answer my question, or I'll personally see to it that you spend the next millennium chained to a damp wall, wondering just what that is that's been winding its way up through your bowels for the last 750 years.

ZophaelJones:
Killing you would be so easy.

Gabriel:
Fried food can kill me, a mugger can kill me. You're not so special down here, Jones!

Pyriel:
Genocide...it happens now and then.