Valentina Scanarotti: With your consent, I'd like to marry Gnaghi.
Mayor Scanarotti: This - horrible - thing?
Valentina Scanarotti: I'm not such a great catch either, Daddy.
Mayor Scanarotti: Not as long, dear, as I've got a breath in my body.
Valentina Scanarotti: All right. We'll fix that right away.
Francesco Dellamorte: Someone has stolen my crimes.
Francesco Dellamorte: Go away! I haven't got time for the living.
Francesco Dellamorte: I should have known it. The rest of the world doesn't exist.
Francesco Dellamorte: Past this tunnel is the rest of the world. What do you think the rest of the world looks like, Gnaghi? Can you imagine it?.. You're right. It's beyond imagination.
Francesco Dellamorte: I'd give my life to be dead.
Francesco Dellamorte: You'll see, Franco. Mara is going to get tired of you. Cinzia will grow up to hate you. And then you'll be free. Free to see what the rest of the world looks like.
Franco: Mmm. What do you think the rest of the world looks like?
Francesco Dellamorte: The rest of the world?
Franco: Mmm-hmm.
Francesco Dellamorte: Mmm. Who knows if the rest of the world even exists?
Francesco Dellamorte: You and I are both the same. We kill out of indifference, out of love sometimes, but never out of hate. Now I don't know who's dead or alive. I'm sick of killing. So I'm leaving the game, Brother.
Francesco Dellamorte: Hell, at a certain point in life, you realise you know more dead people than living.
Francesco Dellamorte: Death, death, death comes sweeping down, filthy death the leering clown, death on wings, death by surprise, failing evil from worldly eyes, death that spawns as life succumbs, while death and love, two kindred drums, beat the time till judgement day, an actor in a passion play, without beginning, without end, evermore, amen.
Francesco Dellamorte: Oh, come on Gnaghi. The world's full of girls like that, and they've got bodies, too.
Francesco Dellamorte: You're supposed to be setting a good example, now will you get back to your coffin immediately.
Francesco Dellamorte: The Living Dead and the dying living are all the same. Cut from the same cloth. But disposing of dead people is a public service, whereas you're in all sorts of trouble if you kill someone while they're still alive.
Death: Stop killing the dead. They're mine. If you don't want the dead coming back to life, why don't you just kill the living? Shoot them in the head. Are you listening to me?
