Compiled by Kristina

Fred: Still no answer on his cell phone.
Cordy: That could mean something -- if he actually knew how to use it.

Groo: When Connor was taken from him, he moved Heaven and Tarkna to try and win him back --
Lorne: Yes, he sure did. Hence our weekly scrubbing of the lobby floor.

Lorne: Well then it really can't. No amount of trying's gonna make it work if fate's against it.
Groo: Even after one has come so far, endured so much?
Lorne: Just because somebody hops a dimension or two is no guarantee things'll work out.
Groo: Yes. I sense that is true.
Lorne: Well aren't you just sneaky with the sub-text.

Angel: Listen... I, uh... I have to go out for awhile.
Connor: Okay. Whatever.
Angel: It's kinda my job. Look, this shouldn't take too long. But it could be pretty dangerous. There's usually violence and killing, so... Wanna come?

Lilah: I thought the "come alone" part was a particularly ironic touch. I mean -- how else would you come?

Wesley: You really don't know the first thing about me, do you?
Lilah: Probably not. So... will he go straight to his car, or will he stop to warn her first? Has to think about it. That's good. Okay. That's all I really needed to know. You can go.

Patron Vamp: She thinks she's a Slayer.
Vamp 3: She's about to learn different.

Fred: Looks like we've been following Angel's son's emissions the whole time!
Gunn: Now there's a sentence I don't ever need to hear again.

Connor: Father. He was everything you said. He tried to trick me. Thought he could deceive me by saving people. But it didn't work. I've seen his true face.
Holtz: And I've seen yours.

Lorne: Actually, that's Uncle Filthy Demon to you. Wasn't that long ago -- like a week -- that I was changing your diapers, you little --

Cordy: Well, I'm part demon. Yeah. By choice. I did it so I could help people. And so that the back of my head wouldn't explode. I know it's gonna take a little getting used to, but --

Connor: Don't have a home. Never did.
Angel: That's not true. You did. And it was here. You just don't remember, that's all. You're supposed to be here, son.

Cordy: Wait, Angel -- before you go we have to do that thing.
Angel: What thing?
Cordy: The thing we do. You know, that thing where I say 'are you sure you know what you're doing' and 'Angel, please think about this' and then you ignore me and rush head-long into trouble?
Angel: Right. That thing. 'kay. We done?

Fred: I know how you feel. I got lost once, like you. When I came back... it seemed nothin' was real. Like I was seein' it all from the bottom of the ocean.

Angel: You stole my son.
Holtz: I kept your son alive. You murdered mine.
Angel: I was different then.
Holtz: Yes. So was I. You feel remorse. You feel remorse, yet you can't express it.
Angel: It doesn't mean anything.
Holtz: It means a little. Not very much. But it is something.
Angel: Then I'm sorry. For whatever little it might mean -- it's all I have.
Holtz: Not all. You had a son.