You know what?
where the fuck was the scene where Adam has a vine stuck in his head so the next morning when R.P Tyler is walking his dog, everyone who looks at him shouts “fuck ya chicken strips” at him.
This idea is hilarious and y'all can add more
Anathema, going to get groceries: hi do you have avacados?
Grocery store person: yes we have lots of fre shavacados
Crowley hurtling in the Bentley towards the M25 orbital motorway: Road work ahead? Uh yeah, I sure hope it does
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Death every single time he collects a soul without fail: OH MY FUCKING GOD, SHE FUCKING DEAD
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War, Famine, Pollution: Oh yeah, wait a minute mister postman
Lesley getting hit by the truck: eeeehhhehhh
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Hastur trapped in the tape: To talk to a customer, please press 1.
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Crowley: Sometimes I look up at the stars and wonder what it all means
Aziraphale looking up to see the words “wanna make out” in the stars: uhhh
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Newton: Kiss one another?
Anathema: DIE FOR EACH OTHER
Newton: wtf???
Hold on I’m adding more:
Beyonce: bring the beat in
Crowley, running into the room: anything for you Beyonce
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Crowley: I should have left you on that Street corner where you were standing
Aziraphale: buT YOU DIDN’T
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Adam and the them: fighting off the horsemen and averting the apocalypse
Crowley and Aziraphale: can we get a waffle? Can we please get a waffle?
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Wensleydale: ahh I could have dropped my croissant
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Crowley: hi I’m Anthony Crowley and I’m your freestyle dance teacher
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Newt: you know what I’m gonna say it
Someone: go ahead say it
Newt: I don’t care that you broke your elbow
Gabriel, after 10 millions of angels are ready to start the war: look at all those chickens
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A nightingale, singing in the distance: “two bros, dining at the Ritz, five feet apart cuz they’re not gay”
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Aziraphale: “Crowley, is that a weed?”
Crowley: “No, this is a crayon.”
Aziraphale: “I’m calling the police!”
Bentley’s radio: “911, what’s your emergency?”
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Crowley, by Aziraphale’s side: uhmmm, you can’t sit with us.
Hastur: AcTuAlLy, Crowley, I can’t sit anywhere. I have ~hemorrhoids~
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Crowley: “I saw you hangin out with wit Aziraphale yesterday!”
Hastur: “Crowley, it’s not what you think!”
Crowley, pointing a holly water spray bottle: “I won’t hesitate, bitch!”
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Crowley: “On all levels, including physical, I am a serpent.”
Crowley: *hisses to the horizon*
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Anathema: *does witchcraft with smoke*
Newt, turning to the camera: “Wow.”
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Adam: “So basically, what I’m going to to is destroy the world…”
The Them: *punch Adam in the head*
Adam: “Oh, fuck. I can’t believe you’ve done this.”
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Anathema: *does more witchcraft with smoke*
Adam: *blows the smoke off*
Anathema, shocked: “Adam!”
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Crowley: “People are constantly asking me what it’s like to be a sexy–”
Crowley: *trips over the desk*
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Satan: “What?”
Adam: “You’re not my dad! You always want to hear something ugly ass!”
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Aziraphale and Crowley: “ “Oh, if I had wings like this dove, I would fly away and be at rest.”
Dove: *drops dead*
I hope no one minds I did some
Aziraphale: *getting into a washing machine* I am disgusted, I am revolted, I dedicate my entire life to our lord and savior Jesus Christ and this is the thanks I get?
Archangel Gabriel: that’s it your grounded, get on top of the fridge Aziraphale: this house is a fucking nightmare!
Crowley: God can I just have one good day God: ugh you again? give it a rest buddy!
Crowley talking to Hastur: let’s tell each other a secret about ourselves, I’m gonna go first. I hate you
Agnes Nutter: honey you’ve got a big storm comin
Adam: I am the sand guardian, guardian of the san. The them: Poseidon quivers before him! Adam: fuck off!
Crowley: Hey, DUCK! You’re no good, duck! You’ll never be shit! You’re just—like—ya father
Aziraphale: really, my dear
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Aziraphale: you go too fast for me, Crowley
Crowley, still pining after 6,000 years: So no head? Chucks cellphone onto pavement; stomps
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Aziraphale: gives away his sword (as if it were a frisbee)
Crowley: what the FUCK, Aziraphale
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Newt: wHeN liFE giVeS yOu LEmonS
i CANNOT
good omens as vines but You Play Them in Your Head
Aziraphale: I have 69 cents!
Crowley: oh you know what that means ;)
Aziraphale: I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY FOR CHICKEN NUGGETS
Crowley: GeT Yo DOg biTch
Adam: it don’t bite
Aziraphale: YEs IT DO BiTch
Crowley: *presenting the m25 orbital motorway plans to hell* look at this graph
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Someone: *entering A.Z. Fell & Co.*
Aziraphale: Hi welcome to Chili’s
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Crowley: *returning to his plants with an empty pot, throws it* this bitch empty YEET
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I added some yeeeee
Crowley, singing sadly: a potAto flew around my rOOm before you came
Gabriel: I wanna church girl that go to church. aNd ReAd HeR bIbLe
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Newt at Anathema: I think I know more about computers than you do genius.
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Crowley driving through the fire: I’m a bad bitch you can’t kill me
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