Hades:
Young man

I don't think we've met before
You're not from around here, son
Don't know who the hell you are
But I can tell you don't belong

These are working people, son
Law-abiding citizens
Go back to where you came from
You're on the wrong side of the fence

Hermes:
Now Orpheus was a poor boy

Hades:
You hear me, son?

Hermes:
And Hades was a mighty king

Hades:
You'd better run

Hermes:
But this poor boy raised up his voice
Even though it was trembling

Orpheus:
I'm not going back alone
I came to take her home

Hades:
*laughter*
Who the hell do you think you are?
Who the hell do you think you're talking to?
She couldn't go anywhere
Even if she wanted to

You're not from around here, son
If you were then you would know
That everything and everyone
In Hadestown I own

But I only buy what others choose to sell
Ahh, you didn't know? She signed the deal herself

And now she

Orpheus:
It isn't true

Hades:
Belongs to me

Orpheus:
It isn't true!
What he said, Eurydice-

Eurydice:
I did!
I do

Hades:
As for you

Everybody gather round!
Everybody look and see!
What becomes of tresspassers
With no respect for property!