Compiled by Kristina

Cordy: Oh, Angel. I know that I am a Slayer, and you are a Vampire, and it is impossible for us to be together, but --
Wesley: But my gypsy curse, and our hot little loins, sometimes prevent us from seeing the truth. Oh Buffy --
Cordy: Yes, Angel?
Wesley: I love you so much I almost forgot to brood.
Cordy: And just because I sent you to hell that one time doesn't mean we can't be friends.
Wesley: Or possibly more?
Cordy: Gasp! No! We mustn't! You'll lose your soul!
Wesley: To hell with my soul! Again! Kiss me!
Cordy: Bite me!
Angel: How 'bout you both bite me?

Angel: "Boring"? Not a word I would use for you.
Fred: Fine. Nutty-ol'-goonie-bird-up-in her-room-doin'-nothin'-but-moochin'-off Angel Fred. I swear, I don't know how y'all put up with me. I practically need flashcards to understand my pretty crystals.

Gunn: Pretty wicked-lookin' toy.
Wesley: I'll say. It almost looks like a... spring-loaded decapitation device.
Cordy: Or it makes toast. With her, you never know.

Host: Oh really? Well I am not some mystical vending machine, here to spit out answers every time you waltz in with a problem. I have a heart. Granted, it's located in my left buttcheek, but it's still a heart, and that heart is broken. I mean, why is it nobody ever cares about my destiny? Everyone who walks through that door is all about "me, me, me" -- what about my me? My me's important!

Angel: Where would Fred go?
Gunn: We could hit all the local taco stands. Joke! - Kind of.

Fred: Move someplace I never been with no money, no friends, no job. Easy as pie. 3.14159265 -- Oh, hey, I was just calculating pi... to relax. I'm not dangerous.

Fred: I got lost, I got lost, they did terrible things to me but it was just a storybook, it was just a story with monsters, not real, not in the world, but if you're here and you see me then... then it's real, it did happen, if you see what they made of me... I didn't mean to get lost...

Cordy: I mean, sure, there's the occasional demon who tries to kill us with pillows, but sadly, those cases are few and far between.

Fred: Angel's a Champion. And Wesley's the Brains of the operation, and Gunn is the Muscle, Cordy's the Heart, and I'm...

Angel: I'm not really a "hero"...
Gunn: More like a bloodsucking fiend.

Fred: Look, I could go home with you and pretend the last five years didn't happen. I might even be able to pretend to have a normal life, but truth of it is, well, I'm not normal anymore.