Character: Crowley (demon). Page 4

- Yes well you. Argue logically, - doubtfully said Aziraphale.
- Not a good piece of advice, straightened Crowley. Even just bad advice. If you sit down and start to think logically, you have very funny ideas. For example: why do people with an innate curiosity, and then stick them under the nose of some forbidden fruit under the neon sign, which is drawn pointing finger and flashing the words: "HERE HE is!"?
- About the neon not remember.
- It's a metaphor. What I want to say: why do it if you really don't want to be eaten? What I want to say: maybe you just decided to see how it all turns out. Maybe it's just part of the great incomprehensible plan. This. You, I, he - all! Just one big test: does what you built?

Evil always contains the seeds of its own destruction. No matter how much thought and reliable malicious plan, no matter how successful it may seem from time to time, still he krumey on the rocks of iniquity and perish.
- As for me, this is an ordinary joint.

I'm not going nowhere to fall. Just got into bad company.

I just want to say, he added, - if we are not able to get out... I know that deep inside you were a spark of goodness.
- Of course, - with bitterness in his voice said Crowley. Only this is not enough.
Aziraphale held out his hand.
I'm glad we met.
Crowley shook hands with Aziraphale.
- See you, - he said. - And, Aziraphale...
- Yes?
Remember this: I know that deep inside you was bad enough for me to like you.

Didn't touch it! He became a man! He's not Evil Incarnate and not Incarnate Good, he... he... just... incarnate man!

You think the war starts, because I shot some Archduke, or someone cut off his ear, or someone had placed missiles in the wrong place? Nothing of the sort. It's just, well, reasons that have nothing to do with the real reasons. And they that there are two sides who hate each other can't. The tension grows and grows, and then... the war can cause anything. Absolutely anything.

- Listen, - he said, and his voice was this time much weaker - any of these kids were in the trunk the basket, and in it the stranger with the face, looks like a peacefully minded turd?
- I don't think, ' replied Crowley.
"Then," said Sergeant Deisenburger, - they will have problems.

- You lost the Antichrist.
- WE lost the Antichrist.
OKAY, the Antichrist was lost.

- Ay!? Aziraphale! For Bo... For the... for anyone! Aziraphale!

- No matter how well planned, how solid and diabolical is the plan... eventually he will crash on the rocks of iniquity and sink into the abyss.
I think a regular school.

- I'll be damned.
- It's not so bad when you get used.

Out of curiosity: how many first class musicians in Heaven? Because Mozart we have. Beethoven, Schubert, all of Baja...

- How long have we been friends?
Friends? We're not friends. We are the angel and the demon. We are on different sides.
We on our side!

- Tell me bitch, what's happening to me!
- Polished vodka beer and ate bad tacos?