Compiled by Kristina

Holtz: I don't want anything. My family is gone. I don't trust you to give me Darla, although I *will* find her, you know that. My only desire here - is to discover if a thing such as yourself can be made to pay for its sins. You're a demon. It is your nature to maim and kill. But you were also once a man. If we beat and burn the demon out of your living flesh, will there be anything left? Anything at all? I doubt it. But I'm willing to spend the next fortnight of my life finding out. - In either event - you have no soul, you can not be saved.

Angelus: Shouldn't we be killing Holtz?
Darla: I know, but it's just so much fun ruining his life. He's like family now.

Angel: The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they're always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I've seen in my very long life?
Cordy: Four?
Angel: Three. But there's nothing to worry about.
Cordy: Then why are Gunn and Wesley breaking and entering right now?
Angel: Breaking and entering is such a negative term. They are simply retrieving some missing pieces from the Nyazian Scroll. Just to make sure...
Cordy: That the end is coming. - Well, all we can do is live each moment to the fullest and be grateful that we didn't throw too much money at the NASDAQ.

Gunn: I got a bad feeling about this.
Wes: We figure something out. It's just a - vault.
Gunn: Actually my bad feeling is more about the man standing behind you with the large revolver.

Fred: Hey! - Kye-rumption.
Cordy: Well - back at you.
Angel: What did you say?
Fred: Kye-rumption. It's the one nice word I remember from the Pylean hell dimension.
Angel: What's it mean?
Fred: It's when two great heroes meet on the field of battle and recognize their mutual fate. It's also a kind of grog made out of the ox dung but that's archaic.

Fred: See? You're being chivalrous. Because you're a hero, just like her. You got Kye-rumption!

Cordy: And you don't want to make the same mistake twice.
Wes: No.
Fred: What mistake?
Wes: There was another prophecy a while back. It seemed to be about Angel and contained the word 'Shanshu' which I thought meant to die and I - sort of told Angel...
Cordy: ...that he was going to die.

Fred: Wow. What would we do if that happened?
Cordy: I'd buy him some plaid shirts and take him to the beach. The boy needs some color.

Cordy: Angel, are you trying to say you love me?
Angel: What?
Cordy: I love you too.
Angel: You do? When did this...
Cordy: Angel loves me. I love him.
Angel: Oh, my god!
Cordy: You guys love us and we love you.
Fred, Wes and Gunn in chorus: We love you Angel.
Cordy: They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. - You're not gonna wanna hug, are you?
Angel: No.

Cordy: Are you gonna take some responsibility here? Angel?
Angel: Oh, me? - Of course I am. - Wes, lets get on this right now.
Wes: What do you suggest?
Angel: I suggest you use your books and find out what's going on. What, do I have to think of everything?
Wes: Oh, here it is. It says "I have absolutely no idea what's going on."

Cordy: And here we have three more of Angel's chippies. You girls are on the pill I hope.

Host: They're here to help recast the sanctuary spell to prevent violence in the club. And this time I'm covering demons *and* humans. I'm opening the club again. I know I was blue for a pretty long time. If it'd gone on much longer I would have turned aquamarine.

Fred: Can I say something about destiny?- Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes we'll fight it, and we'll keep fighting it until we whoop it. 'cause destiny is just another word for inevitable and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say 'your evitable!' - Well, you- you catch my drift.

Fred: Remember before when I said I thought that maybe, possibly, perhaps I might have been off in my earlier calculations? And you asked Wes if he thought if the Tro-clan was prophesied to arise or be born and he said it could be both? And we all know that the Latin for arrive is arripare, to come to land or possibly in this instance simply to come to, as from a deep sleep?