Johnny Blaze rides again.

Ryan Sook - Ghost Rider

"You’re talking to a fool that hasn’t sold his soul to the devil, at least. Anyway, I would’ve figured. But I’ve been to hell a couple of times, didn’t like it - got sunburn and it lacked a pinacalada stand so I think I’ll pass on the ‘your soul is stained with the blood of innocent' spiel before you try and get me down there. At least take me to somewhere scarier-er like… New Jersey.” 

"How funny Stark. Perhaps the man this body belongs to is a fool, a gullible one at that  - but I don't think you're in a position to spout about what you want. I only wonder what damage you've caused in this city. Though believe me when i say New Jersey has nothing compared to Mephisto's realm for land price."

"Look. I don’t care who ya are, I ain’t havin’ you badmouthin’ my friend. I know she’s the Skullgirl. That’s why I’m keepin’ an eye out on her! If that thing starts takin’ over her, I got my work cut out for me. So why don’t you just butt the hell out? I know what I’m doin’!"

"As I said, I'm hear to judge. Don't think your whims are going to imfluence me in any way at all."

"Your words are meaningless. Did your brain happen to melt along with your flesh? Power is everything. Existence is futile without might, and the same goes with power. How can one protect without first being able to protect themself? You are neglecting the other side of the coin, Flame Head. I do not tolerate this foolishness from my brother, and I won’t from you either.”

"If you dare threaten me again, spawn of Sparda, I will push you into the depths of hell myself!"

“Right. Look, I don’t know what you do or don’t know about me, and I don’t really care, but about the threat I pose?” One hand on her hip, her tone remained frank but not antagonistic. Matter of fact — only slightly sharper as she cut down to business. “I am capable of phaselocking enemies into another dimension, where they will die a prolonged and painful death. If this does not appeal to you, I suggest you stay the hell away from me and mind your own business. There,” she said almost pleasantly. “Now you’ve delievered your warning, and I’ve delivered mine.” Nice and even.

"But Lady, you're talking to someone whose head is on fire and rides a motorcycle made out of demonic brimstone - who works for one of the master of Hell. Do you think I'm going to be afraid of dying, someone that's actually quite laughable in this world, or do you think that's the same as me heading home for the weekend? And, just so you know; even without my powers in this city I am still capable of gathering enough strength to twist your head off your shoulders with minimal fuss."

"You call what my brother does "justice"? He’s a Devil Hunter, exterminating his own kind. Just because he has a different reason for killing, does it really make us any different? The weak don’t survive. That alone is enough reason to search for more power. I, on the other hand, want more."

"Your brother fights for a noble goal - while you smear yourself in pathetic attempts to gain power. Power which you will never have and that you will eventually fall trying to reach. It is true that the weak do not survive... but neither do the strong. You are all equal in death. And the deserving always recieve their punishment. Turn away from your path, before I pull you from it."

“ I see, my reputation precedes me.  Im honored.“

"I'm so glad that you are. It's not every day that someone like I manage to run into someone who can be described in such colourful language. Pray tell, on what level does this honour compare to lavishing yourself in shallow revenge and lust?"

"You wanna tell me where the hell you heard all’a that, motorhead? ‘Coz I can tell ya, you got me all wrong. I ain’t like those guys. An’ I ain’t never gonna be."

"I'm only warning you. You're young, and while you may fall there is still the possibility that the love of the person who acts like your father may still save you. Others, like the girl you gave everything for, are a different story however..."

"But if you think you scare me, you’ve got another thing coming." Kind of a shame if things got ugly. She wanted to ask him how he did that head-thing.

"But I'm not here to scare you, I'm not even here to kill you. I've just come to deliver you a warning. As I said, your sins have travelled here to this realm as well, mortal. And it is by fate that I am here too, to enact vengeance upon you if the threat you pose is too great."

"Hmph. You say you’ve heard of my father’s legacy? Poison must not fall too far from the root of power. In any case, I will live up to his name. Unlike my brother. My father’s weapon is in my possession, and my might matches his. Hell has a seat on the throne reserved for yours truly once I return to claim everything for my own."

"I spoke of his poisoned spawn; but that did not mean I was referring to both. I referred to the one poisoned pitch black with evil - I spoke of you and your disgusting existence."

"Hey, lookit that! It’s Nicholas Cage!"

"Even to a child like you. You cover up the brutal acts that you were subjected to with humour and mockery; but you can never truly escape the pain. Even worse, you're slowly becoming exactly like they were. No, even worse - you're becoming naught more than the thumbs that plucked your eyes out. A tool."