Character: Metatron

- A crisis of faith over?
- I got more than I ordered.
- Not drought, so the rain. Strengthened by faith?
- No. But have a good idea.
Bravo.

- Where was God when the infection made me infertile? And when my husband decided that his wife, unable to bear the burden, where was he? To hell with it!
- Is it the millions years of history planets turn to ashes just because you have a grudge against the Creator? Okay, you can't create life, but you had the chance to experience more. Feel like a mother the whole world. To save him.

- Somehow, Loki's wiping out all the firstborn of Egypt.
Tenth penalty.
- Tell the person that you're the Metatron and zero response, and will remember the episode flashed in the vulgar film adaptation, and all regard themselves as theologians.

- I'll send you on a crusade.
For information: I work in an abortion clinic.
- Noah was a drunk, look what he accomplished. Although you to build an ark is not necessary.

- How do I know You're an angel?
- What, you little fire phenomena and solid breadth of my wings? Not convinced? Okay. Drink tequila?
- Where are we?
Only here for good tequila. DOS tequilas, por favor, and an empty glass. GRATSIA, sir.
We where in Mexico?
Actually, in the Mexican diner that's two blocks from your house. But the impression.

- Who are You?!
Once I was dry. You're all guests douse with foam from a fire extinguisher? Then no wonder you're lonely.

- Why did you decide that I'm not going to help you?
Because you're a douchebag.
- Yes! But I'm your prick.

Why?
- Can't you be more specific? I get this question all the time and for any reason.

- Dean! Thanks for the invite!
- Invited? You spent all night circling around the building, sent two hundred, I'll text OK with idiotic smiles. You have three minutes.
- Oh! Donatello! Nice to meet you. I am the Metatron, the scribe of God. I was there when you were created. I wrote all your names on the eyelids of angels...
- He scares me.
- Okay. You said you want to help. You have, besides the fact that you're a jerk?

- Now I know why you're dressed in this miserable meatsuit! And why did you create this nostalgic bar and write your masterpiece. You're hiding!
- Yes, first! This face - adorable!

Dissatisfaction with a hint of bitterness, but present.

The man I worked with was awesome! Yes, sometimes he was a bastard. But that guy had something to tell.

Every great hero must be your own personal villain.

- You seem quite normal earth nice person.
- Yeah, what's wrong?
- But you're not on earth! And not a man!
But I still nice?