Wensleydale: I've to water my Airpods.
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Crowley: It's a golden pinky-twisting machine.
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Aziraphale: Don't die. It'd be inconvenient.
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Crowley: *Creepily staring at Aziraphale without blinking*
Aziraphale: ... *Used to this kind of stuff by now*
Crowley: I need to blink.
Aziraphale: Then blink.
Crowley: *Looks back at the paper he's writing, still not blinking* I don't feel like it.
Aziraphale: *Sighs*
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Brian: Noooooo! Wells Fargo, your face is in my waaaay!
Pepper: It doesn't have a face.
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Crowley: Are my shoulders distracting you?
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Aziraphale: Tell me or I'll give you some bread!
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Crowley: There once was a chicken named Fred. Fred liked to go on his morning walks. He would walk to the front step retrieve the paper then walk to the grocery market. But what was strange about Fred wasn't the fact he was a chicken—no, no, for that was quite normal in his feathered town—but instead the fact he wore a monocle. He was blind. *quickly walks away*
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Brian: They're coconuts in disguise!
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Dog: Demon cat!
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Mr. Young: Adam, don't harass your poor mother with coconuts.
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*Wearing socks inside-out*
Crowley: Everything in the universe is wearing my socks except for me.
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Mr. Young right after Adam was born: I have a baby. I don't need to go find a hairless cat.
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Aziraphale: I was just trying to find a clever way to transition to something and instead wrote a philosophical essay on the similarities of the emotions of fictional characters. Oops.
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Crowley: I feel no grets.
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Crowley: Not to brag, but I don't need alcohol to do stupid things.
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Pepper: You can have the gay when you finish.
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Newton: I always shiver when spaceships land.