Compiled by Kristina

Gunn: There's blood over here.
Wesley: Not to mention some bastard's blown a gaping hole in the lift.
Angel: Sorry, my bastard.

Cordelia: You don't have a woman's touch. Whatever your taste in clothing may indicate.

Wesley: And seeing as how you once nearly had sex on my desk, I shouldn't be surprised that now there's a baby on it.
Angel: Hey. First of all, that wasn't me. That was some guy who switched bodies with me. And second of all, can we keep the s-e-x talk away from the baby?

Wesley: It's interesting. Though now that I'm picturing grown men wearing nappies, I'm rather disturbed.

Angel: All right. So we've got a list. All I have to do is erase everyone on it.
Fred: I can do that for you.
Cordelia: Uh, Fred.
Fred: What? Oh, you meant erase in a squish and kill violent kind of way. I'll just put that back.

Sahjhan: You know, you throw around a lot of big words, like death and pain and no mercy, but so far I haven't seen bupkis.

Gavin: What? Is Lilah worried we're gonna hurt the itty biddy baby?

Linwood: Clever loophole. We could use some of those Nyazian scroll writers in Contracts and Negotiations.

Linwood: Now that's a cute little baby. Yes you are. And your daddy's a vampire with a soul, and sometimes he reverts to a creature of pure, malevolent evil who could rip your tiny throat out. Yes he does.

Lorne: Look at him. He's more than a mission, bro. Look at him.

Justine: What are we talking about? Some kind of Karate Kid Mr. Miyagi groove thing? Wax on, wax off?
Holtz: You'll find your references to modern popular culture tend to be lost on me.
Justine: What a shocker.

Cordelia: Did you get any sleep?
Angel: No, I was up all night watching him.
Cordelia: You know, if you let us take shifts, we could...
Angel: No, I wasn't watching him like that. I was just watching him.

Cordelia: You can't be everything for him.
Angel: I'm the only family he's got. My job now is to be everything for him.
Cordelia: Really? OK. Follow me, come on.
Angel: Where are we going?
Cordelia: Come on.
Angel: Cordelia.
Cordelia: We're going outside. Where your son is going to want to go play. Where you'll have to rush him to the hospital if he gets sick in the daytime. But, I see your point. You can't go outside in the day like other parents because you're a vampire, and even if you weren't, you couldn't do everything for him.
Angel: If he has to get to the hospital at noon on the sunniest day of the year, he'll get there. Even if I don't.

Lilah: So what we're dealing with is a single-minded vengeance machine with a blood lust to match. That's just awesome.

Angel: This isn't going to work.
Wes: I checked it. It's primed and ready.
Angel: Not the weapon, the plan.
Host: I'm so glad somebody finally said that, because sitting here waiting to die never was much of a plan. Sorry. So, what kind of genius idea you got hidden up that well tailored sleeve of yours, huh?

Gunn: What are you doing?
Wesley: Trying to imagine myself as John Wayne in Rio Bravo. You?
Gunn: Austin Stoker. Assault on Precinct 13.
Cordelia: If we live through this, trade in the DVD players and get a life.

Angel: Connor. His name is Connor.