I am to charge you with a holy crusade.

For the record, I work in an abortion clinic.

Noah was a drunk, and look what he accomplished- and no one's asking you to build an ark. All you've got to do is go to New Jersey, and visit a small church on a very important day.

New Jersey?

Mmm-hmm. (drinks a shot of tequila and spits it out into an empty glass)

That doesn't sound like much of a crusade.

Aside from the fine print, that's it.

What's the fine print?

(quickly and quietly into his next shot)

Stop a couple of angels from entering and thus negating all existence. (takes the shot)

Whoa, wait, what?

(more clearly)

Stop a couple of angels from entering and thus - Negating - All - Existence; I hate it when people need it spelled out for them.