Don't talk to me about the greater good, sunshine. I'm the Archangel fucking Gabriel.
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Good Omens
Aziraphale, an angel, and Crowley, a demon, join forces to find the Antichrist and stop Armageddon.
You don't have a side anymore. Neither of us do. We're on our own side.
I do not endorse everyday sexism.
Rest in peace. You were a good car.
Crowley: Armageddon is days away and we lost the Antichrist. Why did the powers of Hell have to drag me into this anyway? Aziraphale: Well, don't quote me on this, but I'm pretty sure it's because of all those memos you kept sending them, saying how amazingly well you were doing. Crowley: Is it my f…
Crowley: Something's changed. Aziraphale: Oh, it's new cologne. My barber suggested it. Crowley: Not you. I know what you smell like. The Hell Hound has found its master. Aziraphale: Are you sure? Crowley: I felt it. Would I lie to you? Aziraphale: Well, obviously. You're a demon. That's what you do…
Get thee behind me, demon. [He opens the door and motions to Crowley] After you.