- Tony Twist: [opens the door to his limo, and the remains of Overkill fall out] Son of a bitch!
- Spawn: That he was. But then again, so are you.
- Tony Twist: What the fuck? Who are you? What do you want? Anything, anything at all.
- Spawn: I want you to stay out of the alleys, Tony. Your business there is done, understand? Whatever wild hair you had up your ass about that place is officially plucked.
- Tony Twist: You - you slaughtered my men!
- Spawn: I'll let you in on a little secret: they were doing bad things. But relax, I'm through killing your men. Next time, if I see one of your brain-dead thugs so much as spit in the direction of those alleys, I'm gonna come back and pay you a little visit, Tony. And believe me, it won't be as pleasant as the visit I paid your hired cyborg. So here's how it goes: as of now, you work for me, and your job is very simple - give me my space. Understand? All I want is a little peace and quiet. Got it, fat boy?
- Tony Twist: Yes.
- Spawn: Say it.
- Tony Twist: I work for you, and you want peace and quiet.
- Spawn: And who am I?
- Tony Twist: I don't know.
- Spawn: That's right. You don't know. Let that little mystery keep you up at night.