— Did you really used to wear a skirt?
— A kilt. I had very athletic calves.

— You've lost the boy.
— WE've lost.
— A child has been lost.

— Animals.
— Animals don’t kill each other with clever machines, Angel. Only humans do that.

You're gonna lose your soul.

— When you betray us, I'll be the one to carve out your heart.
— Oh, Cas, such a flirt.

Not very subtle of the Almighty, though. Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a "Don't Touch" sign. I mean, why not put it on the top of high mountain? Or on the moon?

What's the point in creating an infinite universe with trillions of star systems if you're only gonna let it run for a few thousand years? The engine won't have properly warmed up by then.

Right, I'm gonna formally declare this meeting of the Whickber Street shopkeepers, thingy over.

— You say "I arrest you, anything you say blah, blah, blah".
— Blah, blah, blah?
— Good job, you're arresting me.
— What?
— Yeah, you said "blah, blah, blah".

— Ciao!
— What's that mean?
— "Ciao", it's Italian. It means "food".

— Was it always this easy?
— Easy?
— I keep planning complicated strategic strikes to spread misery and panic among the humans and just as I'm about to put one into motion, they come up with something themselves, which is so much worse than anything I could have thought of.
— Yeah, always this easy.

— We are here to lick some serious butt.
— "Kick", Aziraphale. It's "kick butt". For Heaven's sake. Oh! I can't believe I just said that.