Good Omens

It's too late for that now, isn't it? It's always too late.

— Why don't you wait inside? You like waiting inside.
— I don't think so. You've got an amnesiac Archangel hiding out in your bookshop. I spent last night worrying If he's going to wake up. What if he remembers who he is, what if he's faking it? He could smite me. When Gabriel smites you, you've been... Smited? Smut?
— Smitten. I believe.

— You're making him risk his entire existence for you.
— Oh, dear. I really am sorry. Is there anything I can do?
— Oh, yeah. Now. Jump out of that window.

— You remember Jane Austen?
— I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I. The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work.
— She wrote books. Novels.
— Jane? Austen???
— Yes!
— Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh?
— Yes. They were very good.
— Well. No, I'm just surprised, that's all. You think you know someone...

— Beelzebub's not happy with you.
— Oh, really? Beelzebub? Not happy? But they're always such a little ray of sunshine!

— You know... that was a very nice thing you did for me.
— Shut up.