Compiled by Kristina

Girl: Nice sweater. Hand-knit?
Wesley: Certainly not by me!
Girl: I didn't mean . . . I mean, it's a great sweater.
Wesley: Oh, well I'll pass that on then . . . to the person who knit it. I mean, I would if I knew who did. Which I don't. So I won't pass it on to anyone, will I?

Angel: I don't dance.

Angel: Really, uh, fun party last night.
Cordy: I'm so glad you came. You know how parties are. You're always worried that no one is going to suck the energy out of the room like a giant black hole of boring despair. But there you were, in the clinch!

Angel: Captain Inferno I presume?

Wesley: Ah, they must come to ours via portals.
Cordy: Portals? There are portals now? When did they put in portals? - Don't we have enough on our hands without burning monster fiends coming here?

Angel: Cordelia, can you hear me?
Cordy: I can hear you now. Are you back?
Angel: Yeah, I can hear you. You know, these things were definitely cooked up by a bored warlock.

Angel: On the left one spies the painter himself; in the middle distance is the French poet and critic Baudelaire, a friend of the artist. Now, Baudelaire -- interesting fellow. In his poem 'Le Vampire' he wrote: //Thou who abruptly as knife did come to my heart.// He strongly believed that evil forces surrounded mankind. And some even speculated that the poem was about a real vampire. Oh, and Baudelaire is actually a little taller and a lot drunker than he's depicted here.

Wesley: Aha!
Cordy: That better be an 'Aha!' of triumph. I was dreaming there was a going out of business sale at Neimans!

Angel: I was cursed by gypsies.
Jhiera: Cursed to help people?
Angel: Yeah. - Gypsies they have a strange sense of - humor.

Cordy: I bet he forgot to turn that thing on again! You'd think a guy that knows how to use an ancient Scythian short bow could figure out how to use a cell phone!

Cordy: What are you doing? We nearly got burned from the inside out and you're here getting all April fresh?

Wesley: That's it? They seemed... There were quite a few of them. Perhaps we need a plan.
Angel: Here is the plan - we go in, I start hitting people hard in the face. See where it takes us.

Angel: I don't want you bringing your war here again.
Tay: I have no choice! If this enemy persists our whole society crumbles.
Angel: And if it persists on *my* turf you're going to have another enemy!
Tay: You don't understand our ways, human.
Angel: No, I don't. And I'm not human. - Now, if I were you, I'd grab the next portal out of here. Got it?

Wesley: I do not grovel. Please don't fire me. What happened yesterday was an anomaly. I'm very *rarely* taken hostage.
Angel: That's good to know. And you're not fired.
Wesley: I'm not?
Angel: No. It wasn't your fault. And you know what? You handled yourself *very* well. Wesley: Well, that's... I can't tell you... I am your faithful servant, Angel.

Cordy: Oh! Look who's here. Can I get you something? Knife to our throat so you can run away?

Angel: If you vowed to protect the innocent it shouldn't matter which dimension they're from.