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]
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.
Come up with something or… or I’ll never talk to you again.[to Crowley]
