Compiled by Kristina

Angelus: I've had time to think, and I've realized something important. Being evil is wrong. I want to be good. I want to be Angel again. You hear me? I'm ready!

Gunn: Now, instead of just worrying about the big bad Rocky, we got Darth Vampire living in the basement.

Gunn: He was kissing you! Don't lie to me. It's the one thing you're not good at.
Fred: It just happened.
Gunn: Because you let it. I've never felt so much for anyone. I would do anything for you, but it's not enough, is it?
Fred: Charles, I'm --
Gunn: I can't do this anymore, Fred. I'm tired of you looking everywhere but at me.

Angelus: You do a chick a favor, you think she'd be grateful, but no. Mm-mm. She still goes for the broody smart guy, all mysterious and tortured. I guess, when you think about it, for the first time in your life, you just weren't dark enough.

Fred: This is hopeless. The Orb of Thesulah is the only way I can find to restore Angel's soul, but that only works if it's moved on to an afterlife or something, not floating in a jar somewhere.

Wes: Fred. What happened between me and Gunn … I didn't mean … that's not what I wanted. Could you tell him that?

Lilah: Don't go watchtower on me Saint Cordelia. I don't think I could stomach it.

Lilah: The Beast that eviscerated me has a boss, and that boss is going to end life as we know it, and nobody is coming to save us! Not Angel, not the Powers that Be, and not the forty-damn-second cavalry!

Angelus: Ooh, she really has put on spunk, hasn't she, Wes. Not the same, shy, bitch cow we pulled out of Pylea.
Fred: There's only one bitch here, and I'm looking at him.
Angelus: Oh, come on, we all know it's for the best. Now you can go for the real prize. Mm. Man, I'm telling ya... man, if I swung that way... Look at him -- all rugged and handsome and brains ... man, he's damn-near perfect.
Wes: Thank you.
Angelus: Except the part about banging Lilah for the past six months. That kinda takes the shine off him.

The Beast: I am honored you've come. Fire, death, and darkness have I bestowed in your name. Now, this humble token I offer, forged of my unworthy bones -- a tribute to your power.

Fred: Sometimes I hate this life.

Connor: We got the skull of the soul-eater.
Cordy: I'm just saying...
Wes: It looks rather fresh.
Gunn: Yeah, we moved up its expiration date.

Lorne: Wesley, would you please warn this walking infection that I haven't forgotten how she poked my head open like a Capri-Sun. And while my love for humanity allows me to tolerate her presence, if need be I will smack her down! Be a doll. Thanks.

Lilah: Just waiting to prove that your Powers That Be are all hat and no cattle. And if they do pull it through, well then braid my hair, and call me Pollyanna. The upside of being in it for yourself, Wes; you always end up on the winning team.

Angelus: Have you all lost your mind? You're going to use black magic to restore my soul? People, this never goes well. Am I the only one paying attention?

Angelus: Look at you … heroes. So tangled up in your own crap, you can't even find the world to save it.

Cordy: The Powers need a champion, Angel. And obviously they need one pretty bad the way things are going. Who knows, you might even be their only hope, Obi-Wan.

Lilah: It's my inner megalomaniac. I, uh, rebel at serving coffee.

Connor: Doesn't make sense.
Wes: What doesn't?
Connor: Angelus would want to feed, but his scent ends here, and it's not a highly populated area.
Gunn: It ends here? Somebody pick him up?
Connor: He would go to the place where he could wreak the most damage.

Angelus: Boo! Oh, and Lilah, I had such high hopes for us; your devious mind, my killer instincts. What a team we would have made.

Lilah: He's gonna kill us.
Cordy: I know. Why do you think I let him out, you stupid bitch?