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Gunn: So, Wes, you find any answers in all these stuffy books of yours?
Angel: He already knows the answer. He's just looking for the question.

Angel: Do you wanna see Connor do something cool? I'm teaching him how to die!

Angel: Mr. Dad! Check me out! I'm Mr. Dad.

Doctor: And they bitch about *my* cold hands.

Gunn: I wanna know how he does it. No last name, no bank account. How are you ordering stuff off the web?
Fred: It's not that hard, really. All you have to do is hack into the shipping database, find someone who is ordering what you want, then substitute your information. Except that would just be high-tech robbery.
Angel: I memorized Cordelia's credit card numbers.
Fred: Oh. Low-tech robbery.

Fred: Cordelia hasn't called once with a vision. Do they even have phones there?
Angel: Maybe they're not near a phone. Come on, it's a vacation! They're not gonna waste it all on a dark hotel room---you know, together, where the food's delivered and there is no reason to go outside.

Angel: I know it's a little bit too early to be thinking about stuff like this, but I---I can't wait to watch him, you know, grow up. For him to lose his first tooth. Learn how to ride a bike. I want to help him pick out a tux for his senior prom. I just can't wait to see who he's gonna to be. I know it's mushy, but it's just... He makes me so happy.

Angel: When somebody becomes a vampire there is no turning back. No matter how much you want to believe there is some part of him you can save, all that's left is an evil thing.

Holtz: I'm sure they believe their reasons are good, how ever misguided. Things aren't always black and white, Justine, good and evil.

Holtz: Get out.
Sahjhan: Or what? You can't kill me.
Holtz: But I *can* trap your dimensional essence in a Resikhian Urn. Wonderful devices the urns. They last a lifetime. That is, if you live forever.

Gunn: No. Can't do it that way. Maybe I'm greedy, but I want it all: the great girl *and* the great job. I don't care what Wesley says, but I'm not giving up either without a fight.

Holtz: It's time to make a decision, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce. My army is strong and will only increase in number. Fight against us - and this war will become a bloodbath.
Wes: This isn't war. It's revenge.
Justine: What's wrong with revenge? It's all some of us have left.

Angel: You didn't mean to give Uncle Wesley such a headache now, did you?

Wes: I-I---I come in supplication, oh great one, begging for answers to questions only your power can reveal.
Loa: You have answers, human. You search now, only for the question.

Loa: Your insolence is displeasing.
Wes: You try chatting with a cranky hamburger.

Loa: You risk your life, human, calling on the Loa. Perhaps what you really seek is death. The pain in your heart begs for it.
Wes: Then do it and be done. Nothing else will stop me.
Loa: Simple mortal, your pain is just beginning. Betrayal and agony lie in wait, and time---is running out, yet still you ignore the question.

Loa: Earthquake, fire, blood. Be heedful of the signs, human, and trouble the Loa no more.

Wes: If it's a sacrifice you require, take me. Angel's no more responsible for the crimes of Angelus than I am.
Holtz: Really?
Wes: Yes.
Holtz: And was it your hands that held down my beloved Caroline as she was violated and murdered? That wrapped themselves around my son's neck and snapped it like kindling? Where yours hands that clutched at my daughter as she was turned into a creature damned for all eternity?---Angelus is in his nature. The beast will re-emerge. You've seen it. You know it.

Holtz: When I put my son's body into the ground, I had to open the coffin, just to know that he really was in there. You also may discover---that a child's coffin, Mr. Wyndham-Pryce---it weighs nothing.

Gunn: I've been fighting vamps and demons since I was a kid. That sense of doing good---of waking up in the morning and making the world safer---better... I've always had that. But I never had a Fred before.

Wes: Love can be a terrible thing.
Angel: I used to think that. I thought love was---something that swallowed you whole, ripped you up inside, but, you know, what I feel for Connor, even that fear...---Wes, it's---it's not terrible. It's beautiful. What's so funny?
Wes: Life. Life is funny. Listening to stupid people talking to hamburgers is funny. Worrying about things that will never...---It's all so incredibly funny and---and beautiful.

Angel: I thought we were gonna be trapped in there, huh? At least I would have had something to snack on.