Dean: How's hell, Crowley?
Crowley: Hell's fine. Hell's like a Swiss watch. Don't worry about hell. Hell's complicated.
Sam: Why did you do it?
Crowley: I wanted to win.
Crowley: You have any idea how many people have made a play for my throne over the years?
Crowley: Lucifer...
Lucifer: Get off my furniture, squatter.
Crowley: Abaddon
Crowley: I thought if I could put the Devil on a leash... my own personal nuke, no one would ever dare challenge me again.
Crowley: You know, I've been focused for so long on keeping my job.
Crowley: Never realized I hate it.
Crowley: All those whining demons
Crowley: It's the endless moaning of damned souls, the paperwork! I mean, who wants that?
Sam: You.
Crowley: Once, maybe.
Demon: Majesty, supplicants awaits without.
Crowley: Let them wait.
Crowley: Never ask yourself, "is this it? Is this all there is?"
𝄞 I used to rule the world 𝄞
𝄞 Seas would rise when I gave the word 𝄞
𝄞 Now in the morning, I sleep alone 𝄞
𝄞 Sweep the streets I used to own 𝄞
Dean: Look at you. You're a mess. You know, we were counting on you. You let us down.
Sam: Your slimy followers were counting on you to kill Abaddon, and you let them down.
Dean: The man with all the mojo -- Captain Evil.
Sam: Oh, it's pathetic.
𝄞I used to roll the dice𝄞
𝄞Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes𝄞
𝄞 Listen as the crowd would sing 𝄞
𝄞 Now the old king is dead, long live the king 𝄞
𝄞 One minute I held the key 𝄞
𝄞 Next the walls were closed on me 𝄞
𝄞 And I discovered that my castles stand 𝄞
𝄞 Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand 𝄞
𝄞 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 𝄞
𝄞 Roman Cavalry choirs are singing 𝄞
𝄞 Be my mirror, my sword and shield 𝄞
𝄞 My missionaries in a foreign field 𝄞
𝄞 For some reason, I can't explain 𝄞
𝄞 Once you'd gone, there was never, never an honest word 𝄞
𝄞 And that was when I ruled the world 𝄞
Crowley: I'm bloody Crowley!
Crowley: I'm the King of Hell.
Crowley: I do what I want, when I want.
𝄞 It was the wicked and wild wind 𝄞
𝄞 Blew down the doors to let me in 𝄞
𝄞 Shattered windows and the sound of drums 𝄞
𝄞 People couldn't believe what I'd become 𝄞
𝄞 Revolutionaries wait 𝄞
𝄞 For my head on a silver plate 𝄞
𝄞 Just a puppet on a lonely string 𝄞
𝄞 Oh, who would ever want to be king? 𝄞
𝄞 I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 𝄞
𝄞 Roman Calvary choirs are singing 𝄞
𝄞 Be my mirror, my sword and shield 𝄞
𝄞 My missionaries in a foreign field 𝄞
𝄞 For some reason I can't explain 𝄞
𝄞 I know Saint Peter won't call my name 𝄞
𝄞 Never an honest word 𝄞
𝄞 But that was when I ruled the world 𝄞
Crowley: Fancy a fag and a chat?
Crowley: You're good...
Crowley: but, I'm Crowley.
Crowley: I've done things you can't even imagine.
Crowley: And I've loved every. Damn. Minute.
𝄞 Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing 𝄞
𝄞 Roman Calvary choirs are singing 𝄞 Crowley: Bye, Boys.
𝄞 Roman Calvary choirs are singing 𝄞
𝄞 Be my mirror, my sword and shield 𝄞
𝄞 My missionaries in a foreign field 𝄞
𝄞 For some reason I can't explain 𝄞
𝄞 I know Saint Peter won't call my name 𝄞
𝄞 Never an honest word 𝄞
𝄞 But that was when I ruled the world 𝄞
Crowley: whenever there's a world-ending crisis at hand, I know where to place my bets. It's on you, you big, beautiful, lumbering piles of flannel.