[A/N: Thank you to Tigerlily2056 for giving me this quote!]
Crowley (drunk and imitating gorillas again): Oh, hey, I was just inspecting your bananas.
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Pepper: Put your face back.
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Aziraphale: Altoids for pigeons: At least one part of them will smell good.
Crowley: Our slogan is "Pigeons are vermin and so are you."
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Wensleydale: I have an idea for Thanos' theme song... I'm snap, snap, snapping on the glass. It's a musical about Thanos' insecurities.
Adam: And Does Anybody Have a Map is about him trying to find all of the stones.
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Beelzebub (intimidating the spider demon): I actually like tarantulas. They make a crunch when you step on them.
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Pepper: Brian, I can show you how to get a brain.
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Aziraphale: I touched your wrist and now I think I'm gonna cry.
Crowley: Feel my pain!
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Aziraphale: Aggressively uwu's.
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Crowley: Your face is 'hey' backward.
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Shadwell: Clothing's bad. Who needs clothes.
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Brian: Math should be outlawed.
Pepper: You know what else should be outlawed? You talking.
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Anathema: We took a picture of a black hole, but everyone already knows where black holes really live-- Cleveland.
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Crowley: My deathing is very deadly.
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Aziraphale: Albino squirrels unite!
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Crowley: It's either The Eye of Sauron or a merry-go-round.
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Aziraphale: Take naps, not hearts.
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Aziraphale (talking to Crowley): You could literally break someone's eye out.
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Wensleydale: This triangle has nice hips.
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Crowley: I, personally, would not like to be deepthroated by a piece of butter.
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Adam: I have an almost empty can of Pringles and a broken notebook. Let's do this.
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Aziraphale: Why the gays?
Crowley: It's my fantasy and I choose the gays. Option gay.
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*Brian and Wensleydale are playing a game difficult to describe*
Wensleydale: You are currently down to thirty babies.
Brian: Okay, who will take the most babies?
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Anathema: I never specified the state of their incontinence.
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Crowley (drunk): It's weird because it insinuates that Garfield's going to Hell.
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Newton: Oh, you're a spaceship. Hello, Mr. Spaceship.
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Aziraphale: Do not you dare.
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Crowley *thinking deeply*: I'd be a weird chocolate cake.
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Pepper: Stop being a metronome!
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Brian: It's weird. It's, like, reflecting off my mouth.
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Anathema: The birds, my feathery friends, are trying to tell me something.