Antonius Block: You drew black.Death: Appropriate, don't you think?
Death: Don't you ever stop asking?Antonius Block: No. I never stop.Death: But you're not getting an answer.
Mia: Don't move. Don't speak.Jof: I'm as silent as a grave.
Here's squire Jöns. He grins at Death, scoff at the Lord, laughs at himself, and leers at the girls. His world exists only for himself. Absurd to all, even to himself. Meaningless to heaven, and of no interest to hell.
