Aziraphale (nervous, while Crowley smiles standing right next to him, in his personal space): Oh, he’s not my friend. We’ve never met before. We don’t know each other.

Crowley: If my people hear I rescued an angel, I’ll be the one in trouble.

[Aziraphale uses his white wing to cover Crowley from the rain.]

Aziraphale: Do you know what trouble I’d be in if… they knew I’ve been fraternising?

Crowley: Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we can go off together! / Aziraphale (freaking out): Go off… together?

Archangel Gabriel (seeing pictures of Aziraphale and Crowley together through history): I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation.

Ligur: Crowley, Crowley, Crowley. What have you been playing at?

[Aziraphale stands in the bandstand as Crowley walks away, after the angel rejected his proposal of running away together.]

Archangel Michael: You’ve been a bit of a fallen angel, haven’t you? Consorting with the enemy. / Aziraphale (nervous): Oh, I– I haven’t been consorting.

You don’t have a side anymore. Neither of us do. We’re on our own side.