El hombre que vendió su alma

Mr. Scratch: You shall have your trial, Mr. Webster. But I'm sure you'll agree, this is hardly the case for an ordinary jury.

Daniel Webster: Let it be the quick or the dead, so long as it is an American judge and an American jury!

Mr. Scratch: 'The quick or the dead!' You have said it.

[he stomps on the barn floor; a door opens]

Mr. Scratch: You must pardon the leathery toughness of one or two.

Jabez Stone: [afraid] Mr. Webster!

[a line of ghosts begin entering from the trapdoor]

Mr. Scratch: Captain Kidd - he killed men for gold. Simon Girty, the renegade - he burned men for gold. Governor Dale - he broke men on the wheel. Asa, the Black Monk - he choked them to death. Floyd Ireson and Stede Bonnet, the fiendish butchers. Walter Butler, King of the Massacre. Big and Little Harp, robbers and murderers. Teach, the Cutthroat. Morton, the vicious lawyer... and General Benedict Arnold. You remember him, no doubt.

Daniel Webster: A jury of the damned...

Mr. Scratch: [laughs] Dastards, liars, traitors, knaves. Your suggestion, Mr. Webster - 'the quick or the dead.'

Daniel Webster: This is outrageous, I asked for a fair trial...

Mr. Scratch: Americans, all.