Compiled by Kristina

Gunn: She survived, girl's strong.
Cordy: Girl's trading in one cave for another, how strong is that?.

Cordy: You guys amaze me. You'll fight hell beasts but you're scared of rats.
Gunn: Hate rats. Their beady eyes -
Wesley: And their beady teeth --
Gunn: -- and their tails all woosha-woosha- woosha -

Wesley: It's sad. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by become obsessed with demons. By the way, Gunn, technically that wasn't a lur-ite, it was a mur-ite. A subspecies of the lur-ite. The male sports a small telltale fin just behind the third shoulder.
Gunn: Sure glad to know we're not the sad people obsessed with demons.
Wesley: Well, we have to be a little obsessed, we're detectives who specialize in these things.
Cordy: But ... we're not sad.
Wesley: No, no, we're a happy and rambunctious lot if I ever saw one.

Cordy: It's gorgeous! Look how it brings out my breasts! Like you weren't all thinkin' it. Thank you.

Fred: It's really just a smidge of vampire in you far as I'm concerned but the universe has rules -- I'm a big believer in rules and theorems, formulas --

Fred: No. There was no picnic, no tacos -- fair amount of panic.

Cordy: Yeah, two hundred plus years and the girl was still wearing his locket. You see me wearing Curt Eisenthorpe's football ring or Xander's Meet Medallion?

Holtz: Where is she?
Angelus: How's your health there then, Holtz? Mine's grand, thanks for asking.
Holtz: Where is she?
Angelus: He wants Darla. Bit of a thorn in his side, what she and I did to his family. Tasty lot, especially the little ones. Your wife ... she kept repeatin' on us. 'Course you know, I repeated on her a few times meself.

Cordy: All right, I've been doing this a while, don't stakes through the heart and sunshine kill you guys?!
Angel: He seems to have become...
Cordy: Invincible?

Merl: I don't know where he is now, but I know where he was earlier.
Wesley: Where?
Merl: Doctor Gregson's.
Gunn: What kind of doctor is that?
Host: A demon kind. A slod demon.

James: But if you've changed... if you're not the same man who screwed Darla and couldn't care less what happened to her...
Angel: Where'd you hear-? Oh, you mean back in the day, right.

James: Lucky me, now I can kill the woman you love.
Angel: No, you can't.
James: Are you forgetting who's the invincible one here?
Angel: The woman I love is dead.

James: You loved someone? With all your heart?
Angel: Yes.
James: No. You didn't. If you had you wouldn't be standing here playing games with me. You wouldn't be able to, because when she died -- or when some bastard killed her -- it would have killed everything in you.
Angel: I wouldn't be able to go on living.

Angel: I am okay.
Cordy: Then what's the problem?
Angel: That I'm okay. That losing Buffy didn't kill me, that I could deal with it. In all those years no one ever mattered, not like she did. And now she's gone. Forever.
Cordy: And you're still here.
Angel: Yeah. And it feels like I'm betraying her somehow.
Cordy: No. If you were a loser, if you werea sick obsessed vampire, you'd go toa snod demon or whatever and get your heart cut out. But you're not. You're a living, breathing -- well a living, anyway -- good guy who's still fighting and trying to help people. That's not betraying her, that's honoring her.

Man: Hmm. I thought you might have a ... surprise or two in you.
Darla: Well, you know what they say. Life's full of surprises.