- Narrator: Over the years, a huge number of theological man-hours have been spent debating the question: "How many angels can dance on the head of a pin?" To answer it, we need information. Firstly, angels don't dance. It's one of the distinguishing characteristics that marks an angel. So, none.
- [the scene shows Aziraphale dancing the gavotte with a group of men, wearing the goofiest smile possible to man or humanoid]
- Narrator: At least, nearly none. Aziraphale had learned a dance called the "gavotte" in a discreet gentlemen's club in Portland Place in the late 1880s. After a while, he had become fairly good at it, and was quite put out when, some decades later, the gavotte went out of style for good.
- Aziraphale: I just - I just thought there was something we could do.
- Gabriel: There is. We can fight. And we can win.
- Aziraphale: But there doesn't have to be a war.
- Gabriel: Of course there does. Otherwise, how would we win it? Hmm?
- Aziraphale: I'm quite sure if I can just reach the right people, then I can get all this sorted out.
- Crowley: There aren't any right people. There's just God, moving in mysterious ways and not talking to any of us!
- Alien Leader: Well, I'm sorry to have to tell you, sir, but your polar ice caps are significantly below regulation size for a planet of this category, sir. We'll overlook it on this occasion.
- Aziraphale: Armageddon is coming, and I'm fairly certain it starts today. Just after teatime.
- Gabriel: Exactly. Right on schedule. What's your point?