Phil: We know you are immortal! So we have plans! We'll identify your soul and trace it to find your phylactery! Bam! No more immortality.

Phil: But before that, you have to die!

Phil: So I'm gonna turn you into a mouse and put you in this unbreakable box!

Dracolitch: GOOD! HAVE HOPE! THEN FALL IN–TO DES–PAIR!

Phil: Man he's really cliche evil... guess he is really old.