Further Nice And Accurate Prophecies Of Agnes Nutter, Concerning The Worlde That Is To Com. Ye Saga Continues.

"Jim, go... go to your room. You'll be safer there." "Okay. Good night. Does anybody want any hot chocolate?"

Oh so you've just recently hooked up.

Now, Sergeant, what weapons do you have?

Fell's Bookshop. We probably don't have what you're looking for and we wouldn't sell it to you if we did.

Yes, er, fine. But, please, keep away from the circle. It's... It’s still powered up.

So has Crowley. It's a miracle he hasn't spotted you yet.

You, my Nefertiti fooling fellow, are about to perform on the West End Stage. If that doesn't make you a Professional Conjurer, I don't know what does.

"You were right." "Not good enough. I want a proper apology." "No." "With the little dance." "I don't do the dance." "I did the 'I was wrong' dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941..."

Well, I know who you are, you idiot. I telephoned you.

Well, yes. You’re a demon, you’ve got a job to do. Obviously, you’re not actually going to get ill, or even spread a disease, but you could set a bad example. Get ominously close to people. Tell everyone there’s a party going on or... something.

You're done, Crowley.

There's a very peculiar feeling to this whole area. I'm astonished you can't feel it.

"His assistant? He doesn't have an assistant." "No. Sorry, I don't know why I said that." "Does he? Does he? Didn't we meet a someone, something... about... books?" "No, no. That's Aziraphale himself, he likes books." "Yes. Of course."

"You took your memory out of a matchbox?" "Yes, that's right. I took it out and I put it in the box and I brought it here. And it's..." "Yes?" "...Everywhere."

Aziraphale, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut.

I’m bored. I’m so very very bored. Transcendentally bored. There’s nothing to do here. I’ve decided, that if I can’t think of anything to do in the next two days, I’m going to have a nap and I’ll set the alarm clock for June. It’s got to be all over by June, isn’t it?

I've had quite enough of this. You will speak one at a time!

What the deuce are you doing locked up in the Bastille?

I'll just go to head office and explain it all.

Yes, of course. You could make sure there are biscuits. The kind with pink icing.

Oh, you're an angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing.

Same problem. Our Gabriel miracle last night set off alarms in Heaven.

"You can't drive my Bentley." "No, I can! I have a license, yes. I passed my driving test 90 years ago. They didn't even require tests, but I insisted." "No."

"Well, you’re... um... ah... Jim.” “Jim? Cool. I love it. Jim. Short for Gabriel.” “No, no, ah. Short for James.” “James, cool. I love it. Jaaaaaames. Long for Jim, short for Gabriel.”

But only I can properly thwart the wiles of the demon Crowley.

Bit of an overreaction, if you ask me. First offence and everything. I can't see what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil, anyway.

Absolutely. Chalk up a win for the side of the angels.

Yes? Was that you?

No. But just to be able to ask the question.

I'll send someone tomorrow morning to log and verify the miracle. We'll be keeping a very close eye on you, Aziraphale.

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

Where's Jesus? #go3quote

‘Crawly’ wasn't really doing it for me. It's a bit too... squirming-at-your-feet-ish.

"I've come to help you." "Have you?" #go3quote

I loathe him. And, despite myself, I respect a worthy opponent... Which he isn't because he's a demon and I cannot respect a demon. Or like one.

Crowley. I am now Hell's representative in London. And Hell doesn't care how jobs get done.

You might want to think about washing your hands. It's gonna be all the rage in a few years, I'm telling you.

We've known each other a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us.

Oh, it isn't over. Nothing's over. Both Heaven and Hell still want their war.

You're being ridiculous. Last thing we need right now is––

Oh, the books! Oh, I forgot all the books! Oh, they'll all be blown to...

"...I'm back." "Yes. I can see that."

Crowley's been down here just as long as I have. And he's wily, and cunning and brilliant and oh...

But you don't look like a bee. You look like a murder hornet or a snake or a—

I went to one meeting ten years ago, they were wittering on about the Christmas lights and passed a resolution condemning the improper use of apostrophes on signs in windows. There is literally nothing that would get me there tonight.

No, you didn't. Well, don't let me interrupt you. Go on. Show him the trial.

"We use the big transporter—" "Um..." "What? What is it?" "The big transporter is out of service. We'll have to use the little transporter, one at a time. Or take the stairs." "...We take the stairs."

Oh, yes. It's working. Oh! Ooh...

May you be forgiven.