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Anathema: I found a man who needed help, so I helped him. Crowley: Oh yeah? That simple? Anathema: *looking at an unconscious Newt* Do you really want to get into this in front of him? Aziraphale: He’s out. Anathema: Maybe he’s faking. Aziraphale: *listens* He’s not. Anathema: Okay, that right there? That’s what I’m talking about. Okay, I find two guys in a road who turn out to be some kind of supernatural beings who can do all this really weird shit like fix bikes and sense whether someone’s unconscious or faking it. Slap on top of that, they can take an unbelievable amount of punishment without one damn complaint. Crowley: The last part’s the Catholicism.
Crowley: Do you think that maybe you’re feeling, I don’t know, a little guilty? Hastur: What’s guilty? Crowley: Oh, um, when you feel bad about what you’ve done. Hastur: That’s not a thing! I’m wasting my time talking to you!