Compiled by Kristina

Linwood: Not much of a handshake, what with being incorporeal and all.

Fred: No. It can't be. The baby's not gone.
Lorne: I'm sorry, sweetie, but he is.
Fred: Not like that. - Not a portal. There-there is pulling and there is noise, and there is nothing to hold on to. Nothing at all...
Gunn: Baby...
Fred: He must have been so scared.

Fred: Don't you think she would want us to call? Shouldn't we tell her what happened? Maybe she could help.
Angel: No!
Fred: Angel.
Angel: She'll be back soon. And when she does, she'll have presents for Connor. And he's going to be here so she can give them to him. Okay?

White Room Girl: Hello. Angel. Lilah. Your fingernails are pretty. I love red. You have a taste for red too... and revenge. I know. It's so much more fun than forgiveness.

Justine: Don't run off now. The fun's just starting.
Angel: I'm not your boyfriend. Find somebody else to smack you around.

Fred: We just want to hear his side.
Justine: His side? His side's kind of funny. He sacrificed everything he believed in to save that kid.
Gunn: By helping Holtz take him to hell? I'd like to hear it from the horse's mouth.
Justine: Your friend's innocent.
Fred: Is he alive? Where is he? Will you just tell us?
Justine: Heaven, hell. I slit his throat.

Sahjhan: I can't tell you how much I missed doing that. I also miss gravity, friction, and smashing things to pieces. Let's start with your skulls.

Sahjhan: I flitted back and forth in time, changed the one that threatened me, polished some others. Flitted in a manly way, just so we're clear.

Sahjhan: Do I look like I need more skin problems?

Lorne: Hey, I, uh, I cleaned the pentagram as best I could. The dried blood, well, that's started to be a look out there.

Angel: You thought I was going to turn evil and kill my son. I didn't. It's important you know that. This isn't Angelus talking. It's me. Angel. You know that, right? Good. Son of a bitch, you are going to pay for what you did. You took my son you son of a bitch! You bastard! You think I forgive you? Never! You're going to die, you hear me? You're going to pay! You took my son. You took my son! You took my son! Never. Never. Never! I'll kill you! You're dead! You're a dead man, Pryce! You're dead! I'll kill you! I'll kill you! You're a dead man! Dead! Dead!