You can’t kill me. There’ll be paperwork.
Well, then… welcome to the end times.[Crowley: We’re doomed.]
Oh, that’ll be the Jeffrey Archer books, I’m afraid.[Sandalphon: Something smells… evil.]
Just imagine how awful it might have been if we’d been at all competent.[to Crowley]
Come up with something or… or I’ll never talk to you again.[to Crowley]
Evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. No matter how well-planned, how foolproof an evil plan, no matter how apparently successful it may seem upon the way, in the end it will founder on the rocks of iniquity and vanish.