OFFICER: Turn the music down, sir. Hey, cut the music.
LUCIFER: I'm sorry.
OFFICER: You know why I pulled you over?
LUCIFER: Well, obviously, you felt the need to exercise your limited powers and punish me for ignoring the speed limit. It's okay. I understand. I-I like to punish people, too. Or at least I used to.
OFFICER: License and registration.
LUCIFER: Coming right up.
OFFICER: Are you trying to bribe me, sir?
LUCIFER: Yes, of course. Is that not enough? Take more. It's only money.
OFFICER: It's against the law, sir.
LUCIFER: You people are funny about your laws, aren't you? You break the law sometimes, don't you?
OFFICER: Sometimes I put my siren on and drive really fast for no reason at all, just 'cause I can.
LUCIFER: Right? And why wouldn't you? It's fun. It feels good to get away with something, doesn't it?
OFFICER: Yeah.
LUCIFER: Uh, it's okay, Officer. People like to tell me things, those deep, dark, naughty little desires that are on their mind. It's a gift. Must be something about this face.
LUCIFER: You're tempted to keep that, aren't you? Well, what are you waiting for, permission? Go on, take it, buy yourself something pretty. You deserve it. But if you don't mind, I really must be on my way.
OFFICER: Oh, yeah, of course.
OFFICER: Hey, have a nice evening.
LUCIFER: You, too, Officer. You, too.
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