— I've got something for you. <...> You arm it by pressing that button there. Like that. See? Right. Now wear that. Right. Now... Whistle
the first bars of "Rule, Britannia." Stun gas. Effective range? Ooh, about five feet. Disorientates any normal person for about... Ooh, 30 seconds. <...>
— What is it to blow up the room — "God Save the Queen"?
— Mr. Soprano.
— There she is.
— You be good now, don't start.
— You ought to see my finish.
— You get sued for talk like that nowadays.
— Then cancel my appointment. Let me die now. If a man can't voice to a beautiful woman the zephyrs that are blowing through his mind.
— God, listen to him today. Go in there now, and strip down to your shorts.
— You see now? I'm not gonna touch that line. Too much class.
We have the ability to see what can be, unburdened by what has been, and then to make the possible actually happen.
Angelica Varley: — She's cute. You better not have done anything shady to get her.
Elias Ainsworth: — The money I bought her with was clean.
Angelica Varley: — There's nothing proper about buying her! He hasn't done anything weird to you, has he?
Elias Ainsworth: — What do you think I am?
Chise Hatori: — Anything weird?
Elias Ainsworth: — Chise, Chise, you need to be quicker to deny that.
Chise Hatori: — He washed me after taking off my clothes, and he proposed to me... Does that count?
Angelica Varley: — Oh? You perverted mage!
— Why don't you wait inside? You like waiting inside.
— I don't think so. You've got an amnesiac Archangel hiding out in your bookshop. I spent last night worrying If he's going to wake up. What if he remembers who he is, what if he's faking it? He could smite me. When Gabriel smites you, you've been... Smited? Smut?
— Smitten. I believe.
— You remember Jane Austen?
— I'm not gonna forget her in a hurry, am I. The brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery. Brandy smuggler. Master spy. What a piece of work.
— She wrote books. Novels.
— Jane? Austen???
— Yes!
— Whoa, bit of a dark horse. Novels, eh?
— Yes. They were very good.
— Well. No, I'm just surprised, that's all. You think you know someone...
I have a story. It was Voronezh...
— What with him?
— Shock. I've had that, when i got 5 (A) in chemistry
— We are here to lick some serious butt.
— "Kick", Aziraphale. It's "kick butt". For Heaven's sake. Oh! I can't believe I just said that.
— Ciao!
— What's that mean?
— "Ciao", it's Italian. It means "food".
...unless they send out the Angel Gabriel now, they are toast! T-O-S-T-E. Toast.