And my motives used to be so pure.

[Observe: one VERY affected Castiel. That usually passive face? A sulk. The epic sulk of a teenager who hasn't gotten what he wanted, as a matter of fact.]

Okay, look, boat.

Here's something that like, ticks me off. A lot. Seriously, a super lot.

Everyone just buys the whole multidimensional boat thing. That's totally sensible! Like, makes absolutely perfect sense! Seriously! No one ever like, questions this? I mean, to makes perfect sense. But I'm a cosmic being. Millenia old. Could squash you all like bugs. So this kind of thing, it's like, you know, whatever.

But! The fact that I'm an angel - oh, that's the unlikely part. Come on, really?! You can suspend your middling human disbelief in, like, "multidimensional boat" but "messenger of God" is what gets you? Seriously, how does that even make any sense? Half of you already believe in God! So believing in me should be easy! But no, not for me. I have to prove myself. And then half of you don't believe me anyway!

None of you understand me.

[Castiel is in the greenhouse.]

The demon Shendu has been smote and cast to oblivion; he won't bother this ship any longer, nor his host. I hope any sustained injuries have been taken care of. Thank you, jailor, for feeding my vessel while it hungered. And to Eddie and his associate, for freeing me from that cell. Its power was suffocating.

Does the cafeteria serve hamburgers and.. [he pauses, considering the the words] "root beer"?

[PRIVATE to the ADMIRAL]

All I know about you is your negligence and great strength, but I see no harm in requesting a number of. I can pick up a tree or bush of any size, weight or height and any place on this ship, so that won't be a concern. I suppose you'll probably ignore this. I won't be offended.

[Castiel details a lengthy list of plants that require all kinds of habitats and climates, from your classic chrysanthemum and wildflowers to venus fly traps, massive redwoods and parasitic vines. He knows all of their scientific names, of course. He's shooting for the moon here.]

[PRIVATE to ARTHAS]

You're no demon. Are you one of purgatory's children?

[PRIVATE to HOFFMAN and BUFFY]

I politely request you not banish me.