We've known each other a long time. We've been on this planet for a long time. I mean, you and me. I could always rely on you. You could always rely on me. We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't. I mean, the last few years, not really. And I would like to spend...I mean, if Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, go off together, then we can. Just the two of us. We don't need Heaven, we don't need Hell, they're toxic. We need to get away from them, just be an us. You and me, what do you say?
Come with me...to Heaven. I'll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference.
You can't leave this bookshop.
Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.
No. No, I don't suppose it does. Good luck.
Good luck? Crowley! Crowley, come back, to Heaven! Work with me! We can be together! Angels...doing good! I...I need you! I don't think you understand what I'm offering you.
I understand. I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.
Well...then there's nothing more to say.
Listen. Do you hear that?
I don't hear anything.
That's the point. No nightingales. You idiot. We could have been...us.
I...I forgive you.
Don't bother.