Giles Corey: A fart on Thomas Putnam!John Proctor: Elizabeth, your justice would freeze beer. John Proctor: It is not on a boat we'll meet again Abigail, but in hell. Elizabeth: It needs a cold wife to prompt lechery. Abigail: I am but God's finger, John. If he would condemn Elizabeth, she will be condemned. John Proctor: I have known her sir! I have known her.
Judge Danforth: In what time? What place?
John Proctor: In the proper place where my beasts are bedded. John Proctor: You bring down heaven and raise up a whore! John Proctor: Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow.