Fucking Dante … goddamn poetry-writing faggot! Piece of shit, fucker!

Come on, he's insane. Look, right now he's probably dancing around in his grandma's panties, yeah, rubbing himself in peanut butter.

I don't think you're quitting because you believe these things you say. I don't. I think you want to believe them because you're quitting. And you want me to agree with you, and you want me to say, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. It's all fucked up. It's a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin." But I won't. I don't agree with you. I do not. I can't.

[To John Doe] You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking T-shirt, at best.

He's fucking with us! [Bends over a desk] See this? This is us.

[To John Doe] I've been trying to figure something in my head, and maybe you can help me out, yeah? When a person is insane, as you clearly are, do you know that you're insane? Maybe you're just sitting around, reading Guns and Ammo, masturbating in your own feces. Do you just stop and go, "Wow! It is amazing how fucking crazy I really am!"? Yeah, do you guys do that?

What's in the box?

[In mock appreciation] It's impressive to see a man feeding off his emotions.

This isn't going to have a happy ending.

If we catch John Doe and he turns out to be the Devil – I mean, if he's Satan himself – that might live up to our expectations. But he's not the Devil. He's just a man.