Compiled by Kristina

Angel: She was a really, really pretty girl. No she, she was a hottie girl. She, she had - I mean - her hair was... You know? - -You kind of remind me of her. Because, because - you know - the hair. I mean - the hair.

Doyle: So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey, he can't be any where near Miss young puppy eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off. Goes to LA. To fight evil - and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, - a faceless champion of the hapless human race.

Doyle: It's not all about fighting and gadgets and such. It's about reaching out to people. Showing them that there's love and hope still left in this world.
Homeless Woman: Got any spare change?
Doyle: Get a job you lazy sow. It's about letting them into your heart. It's not about saving lives; it's about saving souls. Hey, possibly your own in the process.

Cordy: Can you believe it? I mean I just started it to make some quick cash, and then boom, it was like my life! - So are you still - grrr?
Angel: Yeah, there's not actually - a cure for that.
Cordelia: Right. But you're not evil, I mean your not here to bite people?

Angel: Doyle, I don't want to share my feelings, I don't want to open up. I want to find Russell and I want to look him in the eye.
Doyle: Then what?
Angel: Then I'm going to share my feelings.

Cordy: Oh, god. I'm sorry! I'm getting all weepy in front of you. I probably look really scary. I finally get invited to a nice place - with no mirrors, - and lots of curtains… hey, you're a vampire!
Russell: What? No, I'm not.
Cordy: Are too!
Russell: I don't know what you're talking about.
Cordy: Hey, I'm from Sunnydale. We had our own Hellmouth! I think I know a vampire when I'm - alone with him… - in his fortress-like home. And you know, I think I'm just feeling a little light headed from hunger. I'm just wacky. And kidding! Ha, ha.

Cordy: You don't know who he is, do you? Oh, boy! You are about to get your ass kicked!

Doyle: You game?
Angel: I'm game.