Crowley: I smelt smoke… OH HEY LANA! Light me up one, babe!

Aziraphale: CROWLEY! Smoking is not allowed on this flight!

Crowley: Oh bugger off, ya twat! *blows smoke in his face*

Tripp: Crowley.. if you are both standing here… who’s flying the plane?

Crowley: Magic. Now piss off.

Tripp: you’re not allowed to smoke on flights, Lana.

Lana: Parliament’s on fire and his hands are up

Tripp: No one’s hands are up! *cough* just put that out!

Lana: *picks up Tripp’s whiskey and take’s a long sip*