(as Ezekiel brushes his teeth)
The Devil: Four out of five dentists surveyed agree, tooth decay is no longer a problem... once you're dead.
The Devil: You know, before pesky old modern dental science butted in, plain ordinary gum disease wiped out millions. Now we've had some progress. We've got enlarged prostates; diabetes; clogged arteries, not to mention the big 'C.' So many ways to die. Hard to pick a favorite.
The Devil: Ezekiel, listen to me. If your illness prevents you from doing your job, everything we have come to mean to each other will be finished.
Ezekiel: I love you too.