- Crowley: [paraphrasing an extremely long contract] Satan and his diabolical ministers may destroy everything Job owns, no questions asked. Hugs and kisses, God.
- Crowley: Last time we met you seemed pretty confident I couldn't destroy Job's goats.
- Aziraphale: Yes. I was wrong. Technically you can, but...
- Crowley: Oh, then technically I will.
- Job: [after talking to God] I think the point was, if you want answers, come back when you can make a whale.
- Gabriel: I remember a song I sang this morning.
- Aziraphale: But where did you hear it?
- Gabriel: I heard it this morning. It came out of my mouth.