Compiled by Kristina

Groo: He is very fortunate to have such a woman looking after his weapon.
Lorne: I’m not touching that one.

Fred: You should have come to us. You should have trusted us instead of going to Holtz behind our back. You were supposed to be our friend, and you didn’t even... If Angel sees you again he’ll kill you, Wesley. This time for real. Don’t come back to the hotel. Ever. The prophecy was false. Angel was never going to hurt Connor. It was all for nothing.

Repo Man: You’re planning on giving your soul to another, aren’t you?
Gunn: What are you talking about?
Repo Man: Some broad. You’re falling for her hard.
Gunn: Fred.
Repo Man: I don’t know. We don’t get a name, just an image. We keep an eye on the Akashic records. You think we wouldn’t know when one of our souls is about to be transferred? Isn’t Fred a guy’s name?

Cordy: If there’s one thing I learned living on a hellmouth, every day is precious. You never know when it may be your last.
Gunn: I never figured I’d be around this long. Or have this much.
Cordy: Some people never know one day of joy. You’re lucky.

Angel: You think you know something about living because you have this really long life. And that’s really all you have, I mean, in my case anyway. And then one day you wake up, and you have something else.
Cordy: A future.
Angel: I had a son.

Cordy: The truth is, if you lived another 200 years you’d never forget how Connor was taken from you. And you shouldn’t. You loved your son, Angel. And you’ll go on loving him and missing him. And you’ll go on living too. You’ll do that.
Angel: I don’t know how.
Cordy: You don’t need to. The 'how' works itself out. Life will just keep on happening. There will be people who need us, so we’ll help them. Because that’s what we do.

Fred: I know I said he said those things to me, but he would never say those things to me.
Cordy: Those things he said?
Fred: Exactly. That’s why I know he’s in trouble.
Angel: Let me get this straight. You and Gunn are dating?

Jenoff: You offering me your soul?
Angel: A chance to win it anyway.
Jenoff: How stupid do I look to you? You’re a vampire. I can smell it from here.
Angel: Take a bigger whiff. I’m a vampire with a soul.
Jenoff: Oh. You’re that vampire.

Gunn: I was 17 years old, and I traded my soul for a truck.
Fred: Not this truck?
Gunn: Don’t go dissin’ my girl.
Fred: Oh, Charles. Your soul wasn’t worth air conditioning?
Gunn: Look, back in the day, this truck kept me alive. Helped me save a lot of other lives, too. I know it sounds dumb, but I didn’t think a soul was that big a deal. I didn’t think I had a future then. Now I do.