Compiled by Kristina

Angel: I'm the what?
Cordy: The Dark Avenger.
Angel: I'm the Dark Avenger.

Doyle: When the chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope you need someone that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here - someone that will go all the way, no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices and you'll see that there's still heroes in this world.

Cordy: Well, the guy is a bona fide hero, would it kill him to put on some tights and a cape and garner us some free publicity?
Doyle: I don't see Angel putting on some tights... Ah, now I do, and it's really disturbing.

Doyle: Alright. One of us has been drinking and I'm sad to say, it's not me.

Angel: The Oracles told me that I was released from my duty. Buffy and I were together until - we realized it couldn't be. - We don't belong to ourselves. We belong to the world, fighting. - So, I went back to the Oracles and I asked them to turn back the clock... as though that day had never happened.
Doyle: Human. You were a real live flesh-and-blood human - and you and Buffy... You've had the one thing you wanted in your unnaturally long life and you gave it back?!
Angel: Maybe I was wrong?
Doyle: Or maybe Cordelia was right about you being the real deal in the hero department. See, I would have chosen the pleasures of the flesh over duty and honor any day of the week. I just don't have that strength.
Angel: You never know your strength until you're tested.

Doyle: Well, if it's a fight they want - can't someone else give it to them? It seems unfair, you know? You gotta save all the helpless types around here and now you've got to fight the apocalypse as well?
Angel: It's all the same thing. Fight the good fight - whichever way you can.
Doyle: Tell you what, you fight - and I'll keep score.

Doyle: When I got the visions for the first time, I thought I was having a stroke. I didn't know what the images meant. But I had to know if what they showed me was a dream - or real.

Cordy: While this may look like a - popular brand of breath freshener, it's really a cunningly disguised demon repellent!

Rieff: You wouldn't get it. You're passing. My mother was the same way. You can walk down the street. She took me out with her one day. I was so excited. Just out in the neighborhood with all the other kids. Guess what day it was? What day was it?
Doyle: It was Halloween.

Doyle: No, I don't. I don't know anything about your people's myths and legends. But I do know Angel, and he's the genuine article.
Rieff: My hero.

Cordy: Why didn't you tell me that you were half demon? I thought we agreed that secrets are bad!
Doyle: I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. I thought if I did, you'd reject me.
Cordy: I've rejected you way before now! So, you're half demon. Big Whoop! I can't believe you'd think I'd care about that. I mean, I work for a vampire! Hello?
Doyle: It's true. I just...
Cordy: What do you think I am, superficial? - So you're half demon. That's so far down the list, way under 'short' and 'poor'! - Is there anything else I should know?
Doyle: The half demon thing is pretty much my big secret.
Cordy: Good. That's out. It's done. - Would you ask me out to dinner already?

Doyle: The good fight, yeah? - You never know until you've been tested. - I get that now.

Doyle: Too bad we'll never know ... if this is a face you could learn to love.

Doyle: Is that it? Am I done?