Devil: You hear that? That's the sound of every man in the world laughing at you.
Sam: So you came here just to bust on me?
Devil: No, quite the contrary. I feel bad. I really do. I just wanted you to get the girl for once in your miserable life.
Sam: I really appreciate your concern but maybe I'm just not sure that's the girl I want.
Devil: Right, right, right, right. You're holding out for "true love." I told you, Sam, there is no such thing.
Sam looks at the Devil and finally gets it--
Sam: I couldn't figure out why you kept throwing Taylor in my path. It's not because you really care about me--
Devil: Hey, not true.
Sam: It's because your tempting me--again. You just want me to be more like you. But I'm not. I don't believe there's no such thing as love. And you know what, I don't believe that you believe that.
Devil (sarcastically): Wow. You know celibacy really makes you insightful.
Sam: Come on. You've been around since the dawn of time. Are you telling me you've never been in love?
Devil (smiling devilishly): Well, personally, I've always found lust to be quite satisfying.
Sam shakes his head and picks up his jacket--
Sam: Yeah. You would.
Sam leaves the Devil sitting at the bar, beer in hand. He switches the jukebox to a love song and sits quietly, alone.
From the "Love, Bullets and Blacktop" episode of Reaper. For more about the show--and why it's on this blog--go here.
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