The Devil: That glint of joy in your eyes as the little tyke dropped to the ground. If you don't mind me saying so.
Ezekiel: I do mind.
The Devil: I know. I don't give a damn.
Ezekiel: You really push a man to the brink.
The Devil: I am the brink.
Ezekiel: (shoots) And I'm the man.
The Devil: I'd like to talk about your little outburst on the street, Mr Stone. Imagine to my surprise at being shot. I was dumbstruck with terror. The guns, the bullets, the flames, ooh, ooh, scary, scary stuff. Nothing like that will ever happen again. Will it, Mr Stone?
Ezekiel: Maybe not.
Ezekiel: Do you know anything about faith?
The Devil: Faith? I was present at its creation.
The Angel: Oh, there's one more thing you should know. Your fate was never determined until you killed Gilbert Jax. All in all, you've led a good life, Ezekiel. Have faith. Your work's appreciated.