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Marj was one of these organic garden back-to-nature types, and I've always been a great believer in just bunging something in the microwave. 
The vegetable twit got the better of me. That's a bloody first. Got to find him before there's a bloody second.
John, me boy, you've had some daft schemes in your day, but if this one goes pear-shaped... you're in for a right kicking.
I suppose it was only a matter of time. Swamp Thing returns? Bollocks.
It's comin' all right. And it'll be bloody hard t'miss when it gets here. What with it flyin' the Jolly Roger!
You an' the cabbage haven't called it quits now, have you? Bloody hell! You have, haven't you?
I hate t'interrupt, but I've got some information you might be interested in... There again, maybe yer not, seeing how yer busy bonkin' the nanny and all--
Blue Beetle didin't set the whole world balls-up just so's he could roger his favorite dolly-girl, did he? Now out of simple self-preservation I'm willin' to muck in an try to set everything straight... But I was hopin' you might ease up on the whinin' and bitchin' and let us get on with it, eh?
Yer a little late for the party. And what's with your friend? I thought he was the one we threw this bash for? You bollixed it up, didn't ya?
My name's John Constantine, and I think we could do each other a favor. Mind if I smoke?
Do you see him, up there? The leader of the opposition? That's you, Tim. You as you are now.
My name's John Constantine, and I think we could do each other a favor. Mind if I smoke?
"Elk-Hound" is an anagram for "Alec Holland," which means that somehow this claw belongs to the missing old fruit himself.
My friend, we're not going to die, none of us -- not you, not me, certainly not this Earth.
We're on a satellite. It belonged to a bloke called the Monitor. He's dead now. Can't see this place lasting long without him, somehow.
You're the adventurous sort. But I should at least warn you that you could be walking straight into hell.
Hmm. Complete regeneration in fifty-one seconds. That's pretty good. I told you you'd learn something if you stuck with me.
See, as it happens, I've got a couple of front row tickets for the end of the universe. I thought it'd be best to use them now. I mean, you never know... There may not be a second performance.
There must have been hundreds of them. Crows... they're an omen, aren't they? They mean bad luck. A great big cloud of bad luck. Fanning out across the sky. Covering the world. Not that I'm superstitious personally, you understand. I mean these aren't the Dark Ages. At least, not yet.
Anyhow, this here says something about an artifact -- "The Claw of Elk Hound" -- which was used to send the old fruit "on his way".
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See: John Constantine
- "My name's John Constantine, and I think we could do each other a favor. Mind if I smoke?"
- "C'mon then, you maggoty piece of Hell meat! Eat me! I'll bloody choke you!"
- "I don't play the fool with you pal. I make the fool of you!"
- "Careful, now. Nearly went to war over me, and you know what'll happen then! You'll tear Hell apart. Not wise."
- "I beat the devil. I beat all three of the bastards. And got them to cure my sodding lung cancer while I was at it."
- "Name's John Constantine. I'm not the nicest bloke you've met."
- "Guilt is the province of the living."