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: 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: 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: You're supposed to be setting a good example, now will you get back to your coffin immediately.
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?
Francesco Dellamorte: Mmm. Who knows if the rest of the world even exists?
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.
Francesco Dellamorte: Hell, at a certain point in life, you realise you know more dead people than living.
Francesco Dellamorte: Oh, come on Gnaghi. The world's full of girls like that, and they've got bodies, too.