Ill humor in the morning brings about a darkened day.
Something smells… evil.[Sandalphon]Oh, that’ll be the Jeffrey Archer books, I’m afraid.[Aziraphale]
He bangs chicks? Good for him. He f***s dudes? Got no problem with that. He starts f***ing fish? That’s taking it a step too far.[about Aquaman]
What about this one?[Daniel LaRusso]Forester? What do I look like, a lesbo?[Johnny Lawrence]
You know, you’re always calling people “c**ts” or “tw*ts”. But I never really got how that’s an insult? They’re flexible, take a pounding, and they’re the reason behind, like, 98% of my life decisions.[to Billy]
This isn’t one of Shakespeare’s gloomy ones, is it? No wonder nobody’s here.
They have a term on Earth for a man who works on engines: sexy beast. That’s me. If these humans ever saw me actually flying my spaceship, I’d have women beating me off with a stick.
That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.
Scram, police! Wait, wait! That’s us. Right.
Just imagine how awful it might have been if we’d been at all competent.[to Crowley]
It’s time. Let’s lose our first patient.
I may be a pretty shitty boyfriend, but turns out I’m actually a pretty damn good babysitter.[to Nancy]
