#ineffables
Anathema: Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t have feelings for Aziraphale.
Crowley: [looking at Aziraphale across the room] I don’t have feelings for him.
Anathema: Crowley, you are nowhere near my eyes.
Crowley: How do you think you’re going to stop me?
Adam: I’ll tell Aziraphale.
Crowley:
Crowley: You sick bastard.
Crowley: So, talk to me, how are we looking?
Aziraphale: Sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying but it’s almost effortless.
Crowley: I’m talking about Armageddon, Angel.
Crowley, under his breath: I really want to kiss you.
Aziraphale: Did you say something?
Crowley, panicking: I said if you die I won’t miss you.
Crowley: Someone is after me but I have no idea who could it be.
Aziraphale: Do you have any suspects?
Crowley: It could be anyone.
Aziraphale: I’m sure you can narrow that down, dear. It must be someone you’ve upset…
Crowley:….
Aziraphale: Yeah you’re right, it could be anyone.
Aziraphale: I left instructions for everyone while I’m gone.
Crowley: Mine just says “Crowley no.”
Aziraphale: I want you to apply it to every. possible. situation.
In honour of Sanremo week ending….
Crowley: Are you in the mood for a quickie?
Aziraphale: *chocking* A WHAT?!
Crowley: Yeah I tried baking some for Adam’s party but they’re kinda burnt…
Aziraphale: OH DEAR LORD YOU MEANT A QUICHE
Anathema: what are we doing today?
Aziraphale: Crowley, I hope
Anathema:
Newton:
Crowley:
Aziraphale: ROWING, I said I hope we’re DOING SOME ROWING
Crowley: Maybe someday, someone will call me “Sir”….
Aziraphale:what-
Crowley: ….. without adding, “you’re making a scene”
Crowley: so what are we gonna do?
Aziraphale: I don’t know, maybe pizza?
Crowley:
Crowley: ….about Satan, Angel
Crowley: Why do you have to do this all the time instead of having an argument like normal couples do?
Aziraphale, hanging a “boyfriend for sale” sign on the bookshop door: I need actions Demon, not words….
When Crowley falls down on his knees in the middle of the fire in the bookshop while Somebody to Love starts playing quietly in the background
Crowley: You can say “have a nice day” and that’s good..
Crowley: but you can’t say “Enjoy the next twenty-four hours” and not sound intimidating or threatening
Aziraphale:
Aziraphale: Dear, it’s 3am
Crowley: Hey can I get an autograph?
Aziraphale: Yeah sure….
Aziraphale:
Aziraphale: Crowley this is a marriage certificate…
Crowley: *getting down on one knee and pulling out a ring* And?
Aziraphale: I’m sorry I’m late I was doing…. stuff
Crowley: *walks in, visibly flustered*
Anathema: *to Crowley* Hey stuff
