[ Crowley is just strolling by, minding his own business, really. He levels what he hopes is an uninterested stare in Arthur's direction, but after a moment, shrugs. ]
I wouldn't be too sure about that. What's the film, then?
[ He makes himself comfortable, taking up a considerable amount of blanket by stretching out his legs and helping himself to wine. When was there wine? Now. Now there is. ]
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I wouldn't be too sure about that. What's the film, then?
[ He makes himself comfortable, taking up a considerable amount of blanket by stretching out his legs and helping himself to wine. When was there wine? Now. Now there is. ]