Whenever science makes a discovery, the devil grabs it while the angels are debating the best way to use it.

I've been to Australia.
I've met the devil
drank beer
and snogged kangaroos.

What the devil is the point of surviving, going on living, when it's a drag? But you see, that's what people do.

Listen, child—if you’re at a party with a hundred people and one of them is the devil, he’ll be the last one you’d suspect.

Let the devil catch you but by a single hair, and you are his forever

What the devil does the plot signify, except to bring in fine things?