Joe Black: Careful Bill, you'll give yourself a heart attack and ruin my vacation.
Allison: If food is the prose of poetry, then lights are its poetry. I like that. If music were the food of love, play on. I'm going out of my mind.
William Parrish: Don't blow smoke up my ass, it will ruin my autopsy.
William Parrish: You're not Death. You're just a kid in a suit.
William Parrish: Should I be afraid?
Joe Black: Not a man like you.
Jamaican Woman: It nice it happen to you. Like you come to the island and had a holiday. Sun didn't burn you red-red, just brown. You sleep and no mosquito eat you. But the truth is, it bound to happen if you stay long enough. So take that nice picture you got in your head home with you, but don't be fooled. We lonely here mostly too. If we lucky, maybe, we got some nice pictures to take with us.
William Parrish: You want me to be your guide?
Joe Black: You fit the bill, Bill.
Susan Parrish: Tell me you love me now.
Joe Black: I love you now. I love you always.
William Parrish: Tell me who you are.
Voice: Are you giving me orders?
William Parrish: No. I'm sorry, I.
Voice: No. You're not. You're trying to handle the situation. But this is the one situation you knew you never could handle.
Allison: I should have my head examined again.
Joe Black: Should you choose to test my resolve in this matter, you will be facing a finality beyond your comprehension, and you will not be counting days, or months, or years, but milleniums in a place with no doors.
Susan Parrish: Do you love making love to me?
Joe Black: Yes.
Susan Parrish: More than peanut butter?
Joe Black: Yes. Much more.
Answer: The script calls it the "Parrish country estate", so it belongs to Bill Parrish and his family.
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