Aziraphale: You can't leave, Crowley. There isn't anywhere to go.
Crowley: It's a big universe. Even if this all ends up in a puddle of burning goo, we can go off together.
Aziraphale: Go off together? Listen to yourself.
Crowley: How long have we been friends? Six thousand years!
Aziraphale: Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you.
Crowley: You do.
Aziraphale: I'm not consulted on policy decisions, Crawly.
Crowley: Oh, I've changed it.
Aziraphale: Changed what?
Crowley: My name. "Crawl-y" just wasn't really doing it for me. It's a bit too... squirming-at-your-feet-ish.
Aziraphale: Well, you were a snake. So, what is it now? Mephistopheles? Asmodeus?