Woman: "Who are you?!"
The Devil: "My card, pretty lady."
Woman: "Devil May Care Music Production, Beelzebub Present"
The Devil: "I like your style, too bad you're not a singer."
Woman: "Oh but I am, I am a singer!"
The Devil: "No fooling!"
Woman: "No, no, listen ... aaaaaah!"
The Devil: "Fantastic, uhhh ... different!"
Woman: "I want to be a star, oh please!"
The Devil: "You talked me into it. Contract! Just our standard contract. Nothing fancy."
Wheeze: "Fame, fortune, fans, gold records, concerts, world tours, your name in lights!"
The Devil: "Take your time, read it all."
Woman: "Oh, I give up. Can I trust you? Okay, I'll sign."
The Devil: "Right. Pen!"
Woman: "Where's the ink?"
The Devil: "(chuckle) We always use blood. It's more ... permanent."
Woman: "Oh, I don't know. Can't we wait for Dan?"
The Devil: "Oh sure, I'll be back next year! C'mon, Wheeze!"
Woman: "Next year?! Oh wait wait stop stop, I'll sign! What about a band? I know a drummer ..."

Wheeze: "She can't be bothered kid, she's got an interview!"
Interviewer: "How do you feel about your sudden success?"
Woman: "Well, I, I feel like ... being a big star ... it's really great, you know? It's like ... fabulous ... lonely too ... sometimes."
Interviewer: "Oh, that's nice!"
Wheeze: "This is the biggest thing ever to hit rock! You're at the top now, sweetie!"
Woman: "Yeah, but where do I go from here?"
Wheeze: "Don't worry!"
The Devil: "I want you. We have a bargain."
Woman: "No! I didn't mean that! Wait!"
The Devil: "I've been waiting, now it's my turn!"
Woman: "Noooo!"
The Devil: "According to our contract, at precisely midnight on the night of her greatest triumph, the party of the first part ... that's you ... agrees to render up her soul, now and forever more, to the party of the second part ... that's me. Shall we go?"