"Why are we here, again?"
"Business. And you know better than to ask. What's the deal, you were fine with coming down here last year."
"Last year, we weren't invited guests at Himself's private palace."
"*One* of his palaces, and a fairly minor one at that. Think of it as moving up the ladder."
"The ladders only go down here, and you know blessed well what's at the bottom of all of them."
"What are *you* worried about? It's not like you have a soul for them to steal. Trust me, it'll be fine."
"No, and maybe. Be careful, babe; these fuckers play for keeps."
"You worry too much. Eat your lunch."