Compiled by Kristina

Vampire: Nothing human can move that fast. What are you?
Connor: Don't know yet. But I know what you are...and what to do with you. That'll do for now.

Cordy: He's his father's son. Same dark good looks, same lost boy sweetness, and the broodiness, boy, he got that down stone cold.

Fred: Uhm, Angel, where *are* we going?
Angel: On a little retreat, the three of us.
Fred: Oh, like a spiritual journey?
Gunn: Whoa, you mean like that monastery you went to in Tibet?
Angel: Exactly.

Wes: Yes, we'll bloody well take Angel's clients if he's out of town.

Cordy: You're picking up on it, too, aren't you Angel? Something is wrong with those people. They could probably use your help. So that's got me wondering: where is that keen sense of perception as far as I'm concerned, huh? What, am I out of the range of your super vampire senses?

Fred: I'm feeling really bad about this.
Gunn: Oh, don't feel bad, babe. If I had your head for numbers, I'd be counting cards, too.

Gunn: Heads of state don't get this much security. Something's starting to feel a lot 'not right' about his.
Fred: That's what I've been saying, only with better grammar.

Fred: Frankly, Lorne, we weren't aware you needed rescuing.
Lorne: Weren't aware? I told you!
Fred: When?
Lorne: Why every time you called, I kept asking about Fluffy!
Fred: Oh. I just thought you were using some show business catch phrase I wasn't hip enough to get. Who's Fluffy?
Lorne: Fluffy! Fluffy, the dog? The dog you don't have? The universally recognized code for 'I'm being held prisoner. Send help.'
Fred: Oh. Okay. I'm hip now.

Lorne: The house always wins, and everybody loses.

Fred: Charles, it doesn't matter.
Gunn: It does to me! I wanna know Lorne. Why didn't you just say no to that piece of...
Lorne: I did! The first time he asked me to, of course I refused! So he blew a girl's brains out right in front of me. And he said that's what I could expect every time I said no.

Gunn: You…you know who I am, right?
Angel: Gunn.
Gunn: Right. And I'm your friend.
Angel: I know. I'm not stupid.

Angel: Have to play to win.

Cordy: Oh, this is just great! What's the point of being an all powerful what's-a-ma-whosit if I'm not allowed to intervene? My…my friends are gonna die! I mean…what am I supposed to...Angel. God. Look what they've done to you. If I could just get you in that room, maybe...Oh! Think, bubble head!

Gunn: Angel?
Angel: You're my friend. I know. I'm not stupid.

Gunn: Okay. No more road trips for at least six months.
Fred: I can't wait for a nice hot bath.

Angel: Just thinking. It doesn't make any sense winning on that slot machine.
Gunn: Well, maybe DeMarco was right. Glitch in the machine.
Lorne: Or maybe Lady Luck was smiling down on you.
Angel: Hmm. Lady Luck. I don't know. Just, I don't get why or how I was able to fight when I had no reason to, no destiny.
Lorne: Well, even without a flight plan, bucko, you are still a stealth bomber. You were fighting for your friends' futures. The people you love are part of your destiny, and nobody can take that away, not even you.