I’m sorry. […] For trying to make you the answer. It’s not fair.
— 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 know... that was a very nice thing you did for me.
— Shut up.
— You've lost the boy.
— WE've lost.
— A child has been lost.
It's too late for that now, isn't it? It's always too late.
If any harm comes to Aziraphale because of this, I wiil...
— Beelzebub's not happy with you.
— Oh, really? Beelzebub? Not happy? But they're always such a little ray of sunshine!
— 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...
Most books on witchcraft will tell you that witches work naked. This is because most books on witchcraft are written by men.
This town doesn't seem to have many vacancies. None, actually. Is that normal? Must be the curse.