– You have sought the Black Knight, foolish one. – But you have foud your death. *Crawley – just wasn’t really doing it for me. It’s a bit too…squirming-at-your-feet-ish. – Well, you were a snake. – So what is it now? – I brought down every London area mobile phone network tonight. – It’s wasn’t easy… – And what exactly has that done to secure souls for our masters? -Oh, come on, think about it. Fifteen million pissed-off people who take it out on each other. – You didn’t have to do that. You could have just asked her. Oh… of course, of course. No. Yeah. “Excuse me, ma’am, we’re two
supernatural entities just looking for the notorious Son of Satan. Wonder if you might help us with our enquiries?” – Let us disscuse my purchase in a private place, because I am buying, uh… – We humans are extremely easily
embarrassed. We must buy our pornography secretively. – Human beings are so simple… and so easily fooled. – Well, I think the greater good… – Don’t talk to me about the greater good, sunshine. – Crowley? – Hey, Aziraphale! I see you found a ride. Nice dress. Suits you. -Ahh! – Are you alright? – Perfectly, yes. Uh, tip-top. Absolutely tickety-boo. – Watch our for that pedestrian. -She’s on the street. She knows the risk she’s taking. – Just watch the… Watch the road. – Last thing we need right now is… – I’m going home, Angel. I’m getting my stuff and i’m leaving. And when I’m off in the stars, I won’t even think about you. *drama queen* – I’ve been there. You’re better off without him. – Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, angel. Only humans do that. – I’m never nice. Nice is a four-letter word. I will not have… – Excuse me, gentlemen. – Shut your stupid mouth and die already. – I asked them for a rubber duck. – I don’t suppose that anywhere in the nine circles of Hell there’s such a thing as a rubber duck? – Why do you consume that? You’re an angel.