Okay. So. Who else desperately needs a sequence of shots in S3, in whatever kind of battlefield context we'll get, where, if anyone dares to just so much as lay one finger on Crowley, Aziraphale goes absolutely feral at Heaven, Hell or whoever is in his way with his flaming sword. All of this, a sort of grotesque dance/battle choreography, in slow motion to the song "Je ne regrette rien" by Édith Piaf.
something about la vie en rose. anne's "artsy outsider" remark. young izzy singing je ne regrette rien at spanish jackie's. young ed looking at him from across the bar like "that guy. i need him as my first mate"
IZZY SINGING A REALLY ICONIC FRENCH SONG THAT IT "LA VIE EN ROSE" OF EDITH PIAF MADE ME CRY AND I DO NOT HAVE ANY SHAME THIS WAS BEAUTIFUL TO WATCH AS A FRENCH PERSON
Edith Piaf (center) is congratulated by screen stars after her opening appearance at the Versailles Night Club in New York in 1950. (L-R) Faye Emerson, Sonja Henie, Piaf, Judy Garland, and Ginger Rogers.