Compiled by Kristina

Gunn: What about you? You okay?
Fred: I'm fine - I just needed some air. I didn't know I'd be gone so long.

Fred: What demon-y thing?
Lorne: Oh - I believe he's referring to the big bad, possibly invincible, demon-y thing that nearly killed us all before ring-mastering tonight's cirque du flambée.
Fred: It's the pain and suffering and despair think you saw when you read Cordelia?
Lorne: 'Fraid so peanut. If there was ever truth in advertising…

Angel: I'll be … let's talk about it in the morning.
Fred: What about Cordelia and Connor - has anybody checked in on them? Angel?
Angel: They're fine.
Lorne: You saw them? Man looks like he was hit by a tank.
Gunn: I don't remember ever seeing him that down after a fight.
Wes: Can't really blame him. Nobody like to lose - whatever the circumstances.

Connor: Mornin'. Did the world end?
Cordy: Not exactly.
Connor: That's a good thing.

Cordy: You're very special Connor. Last night will always be special - it's something we both needed. But it happened because of unusual circumstances. You understand what' I'm saying?

Wes: And you're alright?
Lilah: Fine. Slept at Wolfram and Hart - FYI the safest place to be in case of an apocalypse.

Lilah: You know, it-it's weird - rain of fire, the whole city burning - why do I feel a chill?
Wes: I can't do this anymore.
Lilah: Yeah, yeah, I've heard it a million times, cowboy. We both know how this song ends - you, me, broken furniture.
Wes: It's over Lilah.

Lilah: I could wear the glasses again.

Wes: There is a line, Lilah - black and white, good and evil.
Lilah: Funny thing about black and white - you mix it together and you get grey. And it doesn't matter how much white you put in - you're never gonna get anything but grey.

Cordy: The sky should not be made of fire.

Cordy: Listen up daddy dearest - the fact that this hell beast you are all looking for, crawled up out of the ground in the exact spot your son was born.
Angel: Exact spot - really?
Cordy: You said you already knew.
Angel: Of course I knew - it doesn't mean anything - it could just be a … you know …
Cordy: Coincidence.
Angel: Strange things happen.
Cordy: Like a vampire giving birth? Oh wait - that happened in the exact same spot too!

Lilah: Listen Frank, I don't care if you lo-jack the damn thing…
Gavin: (under his breath) Jerk.
Lilah: Find that Beast or I swear to God I will…
Gavin: (under his breath) Boil you alive.
Lilah: (under her breath) That's enough. (To Frank) …boil you alive. (To Gavin) How hard can it be to find a giant horned thing? Or a decent cup of coffee?

Connor: I have questions.

Lilah: Gavin, ask yourself this question - what are you more afraid of - a giant murderous demon - or me?
Gavin: Be right back.

Lilah: Do you have any idea what this thing wants?
Connor: Everybody dead.

Gavin: Uh - hi.

Wes: What's that?
Lilah: It's the fat lady singing.

Lilah: Gavin - poor bastard.

Fred: Didn't mean to snap.
Cordy: I'm ready to crack popple myself. Last 24 haven't been normal. We're all tired.
Angel: Wonder why.

Lorne: Just…uh..just meditating on the problem. Yeah - asking the Inner Lorne for a little backup.

Gunn: Oh good - more bad news.
Fred: Can you just try to get along. He was your friend.
Gunn: Heavy on the was.

Cordy: It's going to be fine - you know. Connor's a champion like you - he's special.
Angel: Right. Like me. Special.

Angel: Somebody should stay here and mind the store.
Lorne: Oh! Me, me me! Sergeant Stay-At-Home volunteering for duty, sir.

Angel: Now, as far as us versus the big bad is concerned, there's only one smart way to play it - we see it, we run like hell.

Angel: Will you shut up? I don't give a rat's ass what's between you - we're here for Connor.

Connor: He looks dead.
Angel: He is dead. Technically undead. He's a zombie.
Connor: What's a zombie?
Angel: An undead thing.
Connor: Like you?
Angel: No. Zombies are slow, dim-witted things that crave human flesh.
Connor: Like you.
Angel: No - it's different. Trust me. C'mon.
Connor: Why are they doing this? Why are they zombies?
Angel: I don't know, but we need to find the others.

Gunn: Zombies my ass.

Gunn: Lawyer zombies or sweet-talking little girl? You know where I stand.

Gunn: I hate seeing someone I know like that. Even somebody I know I hate.

White Room Girl: The answer is among you.

Lorne: Well hail the conquering heroes - and how the hell did you just do that?
Fred: It was awful what it did to that little girl.
Lorne: It killed a girl?
Wes: Not really a girl. Something ancient and evil dressed like a girl.
Gunn: So what's that say about the big bad wolf if he can just stride right in and suck the energy out of evil Red Riding Hood?

Angel: Now - take your new boyfriend and get the hell out of here.
Cordy: Oh God.