John Constantine:
So, what's new?
Beeman:
Bullet shavings from the assassination attempt on the Pope... Holy-water ampoules from the River Jordan... and - oh, you'll love this... Screech beetle from Amityville.
[He hands John a matchbox. John shakes it, and a tiny squeak comes out. He gives Beeman a look]
Beeman:
Yeah, it's funny to you, but to the fallen, that's like nails on a chalkboard.
John Constantine:
What is it, exactly, with you and bugs?
Beeman:
I just like them.
John Constantine:
Yeah. Who doesn't?
[He picks up a tube]
Beeman:
Yeah, easy there, hero. That's dragon's breath.
John Constantine:
I thought you couldn't get it anymore.
Beeman:
Yeah, well, I, uh, I know a guy who knows a guy.
[John fires a blast of fire from the tube]
Beeman:
So, uh, what's the action?
John Constantine:
I just pulled a soldier demon out of a little girl. Looked like it was trying to come through. Yeah, I know how it sounds.
Beeman:
No, we're finger puppets to them, John, not doorways. They can work us, but, they can't come through onto our plane.
John Constantine:
Check the scrolls, anyway. See if there's any precedent.
Beeman:
Sure thing, John. Uh, anything else?
John Constantine:
Wouldn't happen to have anything for a, uh...
Beeman:
[produces a bottle of cough syrup]
On the house.
