Eric is half right. Your little trinkets and poorly written ancient literature can do nothing to save you. They are merely symbols of fear and superstition.

The only way the Devil can be defeated is to be forgotten.

And be careful with those wooden stakes in your pocket. You could poke out your… Um… Eye with one of those things.

And here I thought it was The Force. Damn, I hate it when Hollywood lies to me.

I’m just guessing here but I would wager Les NEVER flies. Quit watching movies Les, the power of protection isn’t in the amulets and weapons, it’s in the faith.

Get thee behind me, Fiar -Les says, making the sign of the Cross -even though he’s not Catholic- while wearing a necklace of garlic, with a .357 loaded with silver bullets in one hand and a squirt gun filled with Holy Water in the other. His pockets are stuffed with Bibles, grenades, amulets, wooden stakes, crystals, silver chains, and voodoo fetishes.

He’s not taking any chances.

No one ever said the Devil was fair. What I said was that the Devil was Fiar.