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The following dialogue was taken from the movie “Nefarious”

James a psychologist is sent to a prison to evaluate a prisoner for execution. The prisoner claims to be a demon named Nefarious. Through the course of their interaction, Nefarious tells James he (James) will commit 3 murders before leaving the prison. Nefarious tells James he had already done the first one by euthanizing his mother and now he was about to commit number two, that is where this conversation begins.

NEFARIOUS: “Say, James,
what’s Melanie up to today?

As a matter of fact,
what’s she up to right now?

She doesn’t have a clue you’re about to break up with her, does she?

Of course, you’re not gonna until you have somebody else lined up though, right?

Because you’re that kind of guy. But you already have
your sights on somebody, don’t you?

Yeah. I can smell it all the way from here. She thinks she’s doing this to maintain the relationship.

She’d like to have a child with you, James. Oh, but you’re just not, not quite ready yet, are you? After all, you’re only 35.

Imagine the joy in your little Cinderella’s heart when she realizes she’s butchered the baby in her belly for nothing.”

JAMES: “Look, I don’t know what you think you know, but any decision that was made between me and my girlfriend was her choice.”

NEFARIOUS: “Well, I think we both know better, James.”

JAMES: “Stop it.”

NEFARIOUS: Don’t you think you should be there -when it’s being done?”

JAMES: “I said, stop it.

NEFARIOUS: “Hold her hand, maybe? I’ll tell you what you could do, James. You could walk right there to the guard station, pick up that cell phone and make a phone call
that stops everything in its tracks.

You could apologize to her. Tell her you made a horrible mistake, that you love her, you wanna spend the rest of your life with her, you wanna marry her, and you wanna hold that child.

James, you could tell her that. You could make your life
about sacrificial love. And you could play live-in therapist
for the rest of your life.”

JAMES: “I can’t do that.”

NEFARIOUS: “No, James, why not?”

JAMES: “It’s... It’s complicated.”

(NEFARIOUS CHUCKLING, SLAPS THE TABLE)
“That’s my boy, James! That’s him right there.”

JAMES: “You don’t understand.”

NEFARIOUS “Oh, I think I do, James. I think I understand.
It’s another problem easily solved though, isn’t it?

JAMES: “That’s not it. Like, I care about it, but I’m...”

NEFARIOUS “What?”
JAMES: “I’m not ready to be a father.”

NEFARIOUS(SOFTLY): “Oh. It’s her body. She can do what she wants. “Do what thou wilt”, “that shall be the whole of the Law.”

JAMES: You arrogant son of a... Who... Who are youto judge me?
This is my life. I... I can live it the way I want.”

NEFARIOUS(BANGS ON TABLE): “Yes, James! I couldn’t have said it better myself. But it’s still murder.”
JAMES: “Says who?”

NEFARIOUS: “Says all of creation, James.

The creator creates, and we destroy, and we do all of it
through you. We always have.

Did you forget your history, Jimmy? Even in ancient times,
the arch-demon Moloch was celebrated by tossing infants
into flaming bonfires, accompanied, of course, by the beating of drums to drown out the screaming.

Later on, they erected a giant bronze statue with outstretched arms kindling fires beneath the palms,
and when they toss a little infant into those open palms,
they’d flinch at the red-hot metal, but then they’d willingly roll themselves off into the flames.”

JAMES: “What does any of that have to do with me?”

NEFARIOUS: Oh, nothing, James! Especially since the priests
now wear surgical scrubs. The killing takes place in the womb. So there’s no screaming to be heard anyway,
and the remains are tossed into gas-fired crematoriums.

No, James, no. No, no, no. There’s no parallel whatsoever to you.

Can you imagine the agony the carpenter feels when we rip a child to pieces inside its own mother’s womb?

Because that’s what we do, James, you and us. We do that together.”

JAMES: “You’re sick.”

NEFARIOUS(SOFTLY) “Yeah. That might be the nicest thing
you’ve ever said to me, James.
Can you feel it?

Can you feel it, James?

It’s starting to happen.
(VOICE SHAKING) Your unborn son is now on our altar.
Here he comes. In five, four, three...
two... (YELLS) One!
And all hell rejoices, James!

What an apt description of abortion.