Compiled by Kristina

Holtz: I will have justice.
Angel: No. - I don't think you will. - There is no justice for the things I did to you.
Holtz: You didn't do them to me. And you didn't do them alone.

Wes: Angel's not back with the scrolls yet. I'd feel a lot better if we had the ancient prophecies to guide us.
Cordy: Please! Women have been giving birth without ancient prophecies for years!
Gunn: What we could really use right about now is some Vaseline and a catcher's mitt.

Darla: I! Don't! Breathe!

Gavin: He's gonna crucify us.
Lilah: They don't crucify here. It's too Christian.

Holtz: What do you know of a soul?
Angel: I know yours will be destroyed if you allow yourself to be used in the service of evil. - You're a good man, Holtz. A righteous man - and you're being used - for some purpose - other than justice.

Wes: That hurts.
Cordy: Well, you know what they say: birth - painful.
Wes: Yes, but generally for the mother, not the bystanders. How long have I been out?

Holtz: Are you still concerned about my soul, Angelus? My vampire priest?

Lilah: Yeah, I know. Vampire, cursed by gypsies who restored his soul. Destined to atone for centuries of evil, wacky sidekicks, yada, yada. I'd have him killed myself, except the people I work for have this 'policy.'

Sahjhan: So Angel has a soul. Big whoop! So did Attila the Hun! Not to mention a heart as big as all outdoors when it came to gift giving. He is still a vampire! Angel, not Attila.
Holtz: He's not the same vampire.
Sahjhan: Of course he is! His hair is a little shorter, a little spikier. He's using product. But it's the same guy.

Darla: Doesn't anyone wanna sit back here with me?
Cordy: We're good.
Gunn: Yeah, it's - comfy.
Darla: I promise I won't throw anyone out of the car. - Not while it's moving.
Fred: It's not that we don't trust you. I mean, we *don't* trust you. But the fact is, your water broke all over the back seat.

Angel: You love it.
Darla: Completely. I love it completely. I-I-I don't think I've ever loved anything as much as this life that's inside of me.

Darla: I won't be able to love it. I won't even be able to remember that I loved it. I want to remember.

Angel: Hey - Darla? We should - get going. I feel a storm coming. You okay? Another contraction?
Darla: No. It's something else.

Cordy: Do you always have to be so damned honest?

Lorne: Ah, yay, me?

Wes: We're being attacked.
Angel: Attacked? I thought you had double protection sanctorium spells?
Host: I do. It's a thing with the door and the stairs and the world and the thing. Never mind!
Gunn: Apparently you can be outside and shove stuff in.
Host: I just said that.

Darla: You lied much better when you didn't have a soul. - I can feel the life slipping away from me.

Darla: Angel... Our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. - You died in an alley, remember?
Angel: I remember.
Darla: I wanna say I'm sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but - I can't. - Aren't you gonna tell me it's okay?
Angel: No.
Darla: No? It's really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much - pain. - We can't make up for any of it. You know that, don't you.
Angel: Yeah.
Darla: This child - Angel, it's the one good thing we ever did together. The only good thing. You make sure to tell him that.