Mr. Shaw: Good grief, Mr. Foxe. It's hot.
Mr. Foxe: Are you telling the Devil about Hell, Mr. Shaw?
Mr. Foxe: Guess what name fits her?
Mr. Shaw: Shrike.
Mr. Foxe: Yeah. Shrike. Annabelle Shrike. Doesn't that have a ring?
Mr. Shaw: Yeah, like a funeral bell.
Mr. Foxe: You got it.