Compiled by Kristina

Angel: You’re sure?
Lorne: Sorry, bucko. I got nothing. Although your choice of The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia might have thrown me a wee. I’m personally not huge with the Vicki Lawrence love.

Gunn: Pretty much the only victory we can claim is that we’re not dead yet.

Connor: Everybody thought it was me. Maybe even I was starting to. But it was you all along. You’re the one who’s working with the Beast.
Angel: I’m not.
Connor: Well, then you’re a puppet! Either way, everything’s going to hell because of you. You’re the reason that the sun is gone, that I don’t have a home to go back to. You’re the reason that she— It’s you. You’re the reason my life sucks.
Angel: Get over it.

Fred: Well, I’m not one to turn down a little pep but I’d much prefer we had a plan.

Angel: You’re saying Angelus is smarter than me.
Cordy: No! You’re smart. He’s just…
Angel: Ingenious.
Cordy: But in that twisted, sadistic, ruthless kind of way.
Angel: Like the Beast.
Cordy: Yes, exactly. They think alike. Always a step or two ahead of us. I mean, what is it about evil that jacks up the IQ points? It’s like whenever…

Angel: That means if anything should go wrong with Angelus, you’re going to have to kill me.
Connor: Okay.
Angel: If anything goes wrong.
Connor: Right. I got it.

Lorne: Is there any part of this guy that doesn’t have writing all over it? Scratch that. I don’t want to know.

Angel: Was that an apology?
Wesley: I was careless. I made a mistake that almost cost you your life. Would have made pulling you out of the ocean a big waste of my time.
Angel: Yeah, that would have been a drag.

Angel: How is it that a sword from the 3rd Century is conveniently located here in Los Angeles?
Cordy: I don’t think it is. I mean, I get the impression that somehow it’s accessible from like a hundred points all over the world.

Angel: Wood. Why did it have to be wood?

Cordy: Who booby-traps a dead end? That’s just not right.

Angel: What happened?
Connor: He was wrong.

Angel: Which way now?
Cordy: Don’t look at me. I’m not a Thomas Guide.

Angel: Be careful.
Connor: Why? Nothing in this world is the way it ought to be, right? It’s harsh and cruel… because of you!
Angel: This isn’t the place for this.
Connor: It’s your fault. All your fault! I never should have been born!
Angel: Grow up! You think you’re the only one who ever felt like that? Wished his father were dead?
Connor: Yeah, but mine already is.

Lorne: Is that it?
Cordy: The Sword of the Bosh M’ad.
Wes: Slayer of the Beast.
Gunn: Oh… can I play with it?

Angel: There’s no choice.
Cordy: There’s always a choice.
Angel: Not for me. I have to do this. You made a difference. Each of you. Not just to me but to the world. We’ve been pushed to edge so many times, done things we’re sure can never be forgiven, but we’re always there for each other when it counts. We’ve never let the darkness win. And it’s not because of the Powers That Be or the super strength or the magickal weapons. It’s because we believe in each other. Not just as friends or lovers but as champions. All of us. Together.

Cordy: Drop the Hallmark crap.

The Beast: We could rule this world. Why do you oppose me?
Angel: Rain of fire, blocking out the sun… and you just kinda piss me off.

The Beast: The boy joins the father in death.
Connor: No. In kicking your stony ass.

Connor: You’re right. It is harsh and cruel. She was the only thing that made it hurt less.
Angel: Connor…
Connor: But it’s not me. I could feel it in her touch… in her eyes. She loves you. It’s always been you.

Angel: Buffy… oh god… no!

Wo Pang: Illusion becomes reality. It is done.