Crowley groaned which as it was him sounded more like a growl. Puns were nearly as bad as slight of hand.

"I'm sorry I brought the banana's up now."

Thankfully the weapons shop was near and he quickly reached forward to hold the door open. He waited just outside, holding the glass and metal door open and leaning slightly against it. After you angel.

"I've nothing against Laurence Olivier, but that is what they are called, Movie Theaters. They don't go around calling them 'Picture Shows' anymore."

He spoke again just as Azriaphale moved to walk past him and enter the shop.

"But, it's a date angel. First theater showing one of his movies."

Then the ringing of the overhead bell called out the sprightly owner, or temporarily owner's assistant... it was difficult to tell.

"Ah! Master Azriaphale... and Master Crowley! My, my, didn't expect to see you both back here so soon! The advice not work out for you? WELL! There are plenty more weapons here, plenty! Just close your eyes, hold out your hands and see what is drawn to them. It worked for me... after I got over the loss of the finger."