"Do you think that would work?" Crowley asks, relaxing his head, resting it against the angel's shoulder. "Do you think She'd listen? We basically royally ruined Her Plan."

Crowley thinks of all the times he tried to talk to Her all alone. Speaking up to the Heavens on his own, asking for guidance or answers or even just some sort of forgiveness. Nothing. She never gave him the time of day. But then again, he's one of the Fallen-with-a-capital-F. Maybe Aziraphale will get better reception.

"Isn't there a lot of red tape to go through to get to God Herself?"