Azrael: "…And Tristan makes three. Nice of you to finally join us."

Tristan: "Thanatos…"
Mary: "Who?"
Tristan: "Thanatos. Death."
Azrael: "Please, call me 'Azrael'. It's a bit less of a mouthful."

Mary: "It's pretentious."
Azrael: "Is it?"
Tristan: "We're here to make an exchange, a soul for a soul. That's how it works, right?"
Azrael: "Yep, that can be arranged."

Emily: "What?!"
Mary: "It's ok, Emily."
Emily: "Like hell it is! I'm not going to let one of you exchange your life for mine!"

Tristan: "My soul for hers."
Emily: "Damn it, Tristan! That's not a plan!"
Azrael: "Come on, now. Give me a bit of credit."

Tristan blinked, visibly startled.

Tristan: "What…?"
Azrael: "Despite the rumors, it's not that easy to fool Death. It's just a nice little myth we all like to keep going for entertainment value."

Mary: "Un-fucking-believable."
Azrael: "What, you didn't think we knew he was a vampire? He's been wearing that same stupid outfit since he got down here! Even the least fashion-conscious souls at least cycle through other ridiculous ensembles once in a while, especially if they get puked on. Besides, he's bleeding on my carpet. Souls don't bleed, at least not in the literal sense. Do you know what happens if I accept his soul for hers, and he pops merrily back into the land of the living?"
Mary: "Apocalypse."

Azrael: "Not to mention the mountains of paperwork I'd have to fill out. Now, some of your less scrupulous types, they'd have worked it so he showed up as just another soul."
Mary: "She knew all along…"

Azrael: "The only reason you even made it this far is because everyone down here is so mind-numbingly bored and you fools were a welcome distraction. I have to admit I'm impressed that you managed to anchor Emily, however. Lost souls tend to stay that way. Hell I'd given up on her."
Mary: "Then it has to be me. Let's get on with it."
Azrael: "Now that can be arranged."

Emily: "Why are we still talking about this? Mary, I am not letting you take my place!"
Mary: "Like hell. This isn't even open for discussion. You got cheated. You have a chance for a really great life and there's no way I'm going to let that get away from you because some psycho's mommy made him wear dresses when he was little."

Emily: "What about your life? I don't want another chance if it means you won't be there with me!"
Mary: "You'll cope."
Emily: "Damn it Mary, you're such a fucking coward!"
Mary: "No more discussion. Tristan, get her out of here."

Emily: "Jesus Christ! Even when I'm dead you're still trying to run my life! I'm not going to let you do this!"
Tristan: "Emily, come on…"
Emily: "No!"

Tristan: "I'll carry you out of here if I have to, so there's really no use in arguing. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. It's up to you."
Emily: "Son of a bitch!"
Tristan: "The hard way it is, then. Azrael, I assume that's the way out?"

Azrael nodded with a slight smile and Tristan bent down, ignoring the explosion of pain that ran from his arm as he threw Emily over his shoulder and headed for the door. He was mildly alarmed at the number of obscenities coming from her, though he hardly felt her struggles.

Mary: "Tristan… take care of her for me."
Tristan: "I will."