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In the 22nd century, a scientist attempts to right the wrong his ancestor created: the puzzle box that opens the gates of Hell and unleashes Pinhead and his Cenobite legions.
Security Guard 1: Don't make us put some pain on you! Pinhead: Pain? How dare you use that word? Security Guard 2: He's got... pins in his head. Pinhead: What you think of as pain is a shadow. Pain has a face. Allow me to show it to you. Gentlemen, I... Am... Pain
John Merchant: For God's sake! Pinhead: Do I look like someone who cares what God thinks?
Pinhead: Two minutes. Two centuries. It all ticks by so quickly. You are so very like your ancestor, did you know that? I have the distinct sense of déjà vu. The same defiance, the same faithless hope in the light. Dr. Paul Merchant: And what do you have faith in? Pinhead: Nothing. I am SO exquisitely empty.
Pinhead: [to Paul while looking at the Earth] Glorious, is it not? The creatures who walk its surface, always looking to the light, never seeing the untold oceans of darkness beyond. There are more humans alive today than in all of its pitiful history. The Garden of Eden. A garden of flesh.
Angelique: Things seem to have changed. Pinhead: Hell is more ordered since your time, princess, and much less amusing.
[last lines] Dr. Paul Merchant: Welcome to Oblivion! Pinhead: Amen.
[the Angelique and Twins Cenobites appear behind Edwards] Edwards: Oh, no. He told me it could protect me. He told me what to do! Angelique Cenobite: Please, go ahead. [Edwards tries to solve it, but can't] Edwards: It's a box! It's just a box! [Angelique summons the box to her] Angelique Cenobite: Thank God for men of reason.
[Parker is surveying the scrap of the robot used to open the Lament Configuration] Parker: What the hell is this? Pinhead: The remnants of a most unsatisfying victim. Still... you're here to change all that... aren't you?
Pinhead: Temptation is illusion. But the time for trickery is past. In this game, we show ourselves as we really are. Angelique: And what is that? Pinhead: The beauty of suffering. Angelique: You are no different from that beast who sucks the bones you throw to it! Pinhead: [as he hooks into her flesh] And you, Princess? What are you?
Bobbi Merchant: [to Pinhead] You go play with your dog, you bastard!
Pinhead: Young... unformed... oh, what appetites I could teach him. Bobbi Merchant: Just give him to me, please! Pinhead: Aha ha, oh, you suffer beautifully. But I am here for business, not pleasure. Bobbi Merchant: Just tell me what you want! Pinhead: Oh, I want bait... live bait...
Pinhead: [to Angelique] A lesson, Princess: Work with me or for me...