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Angel: Yeah, and you look like hell. Not the fun one, where they burn you with hot pokers for all eternity, but the hardcore one, you know, Nixon and Britney Spears?

Angel: God, I could drink a horse!

Fred: What's wrong with Texas?---Texas doesn't hate the black man. Texas *loves* the black man. Well, most of Texas. Anyone with a brain. What's so great about California?
Gunn: Everything. It's got the climate, the ocean...
Fred: The earth that opens up and swallows you whole.

Angel: I like nuns. How did the flying nun fly anyway? Was it God or---magic? What? You think about these things sometimes.

Gunn: I wonder why they would wanna look like musicians?
Angel: For the chicks. Musicians get the chicks! What? They're gonna appear as dentists?

Justine: Never! Ever! Trust a bloodsucker!

Wes: You lost family. I'm sorry. Angel and the people I work with are *my* family---and when I say I don't want to see anyone to get hurt...I mostly mean them.

Lorne: So, Sammy's at the Flamigo, and Frank, Dino, Peter, Joey, and Shirley are all front row center. Well, Sammy starts singing 'I Did It My Way' then he stops and says 'I can't sing this song in front of you, Frank.' The crowd loves it. They're laughing. Ha, ha, ha, ha. So, then Frank calls out 'hey, you're short, you're one-eyed, and I heard somewhere you're Jewish. Don't be intimidated!' The crowd goes wild!

Lorne: Hey, Angel, I think Connor needs some papa-love.
Angel: He needs a lot of things. All day, every day.
Lorne: Well, yeah. That's kind of how kids...
Angel: Connor needs a bath, Connor needs a bottle, what Connor needs is to grow up!
Lorne: Is something wrong?
Angel: Gosh, no, Lorne, everything's just great! I got a kid that cries, pees and moans, and never gives me a moment to myself.
Lorne: Oh, it's alright.
Angel: It's really not. Connor, shut up!
Fred: Don't yell at him. He's just a baby!
Angel: He keeps it up he's not gonna be a baby for long!

Justine: What you're about to do to your friend? I imagine it's easier to hate Holtz than yourself.
Wes: There's enough to go around for both him and me.

Fred: So, there is more to pig's blood than meets the eye. There's just a trace of...
Angel: Human blood in it. I can feel it. It's his.---It's Connor's.
Gunn: How do you know that?
Angel: The past couple of days he's...smelled like food.
Lorne: So, they've been feeding you your own son's blood so you'd get the taste of it and want more.
Fred: Who's 'they'?
Angel: Who do you think?

Lilah: You think you can awaken some buried spark of decency in my? Is that the way you help your helpless? ---I'm *not* helpless. I'm glad you came along, because I was sitting here 'what's it all about' and now I know. It is all about making the rest of your eternal life miserable.

Wes: You wanna say good-bye?
Angel: Okay. Hey. He-he. Sleep tight, big guy. Daddy will see you real soon. Just keep an eye... I check on him a lot during the night. You got his pediatrician's number, his baby formula?

Angel: What's the closest emergency room to your place?
Wes: Drew Medical. One minute away. Top infant care center. Don't worry.

Angel: This'll be good for both of us. He can bond with his Uncle Wes...I can get some rest.
Gunn: We'll stay up with you.
Angel: Really? Thanks.---You know, he's just a little guy.

Angel: Are you here to fight or shall I make some tea?

Lorne: Well, earlier when he came to pick up the baby, Connor started crying and Wes hummed a little lullaby, and I read him and...---I don't know why he did it.
Angel: Did what?
Lorne: He---he's been to see Holtz behind your back. Twice. And he's not taking the baby overnight. He's---he's taking the baby away---for good.

Angel: Holtz is the key. I want Holtz. If I find Wesley with him...
Gunn: Angel, we don't know the whole story here. I don't think you should get too pumped...
Angel: I'm not interested in what you think!
Lorne: Hey, easy guys!
Angel: He took my son.
Gunn: I know this is life and death. I'm just saying, let's get...
Angel: He took my son!

Holtz: Hello, son. I'm you're father. And that strong lady with the black eye is your mother. Your name is Steven Franklin Thomas. And you're going to grow up with me on a little ranch in the middle of nowhere.

Holtz: I will take good care of him, as though he were my own son. He'll never even know you existed. Don't come after me.---You will though, won't you? Maybe I should just...
Angel: No. Please. Take him.

Sahjhan: All right then. Have a good summer.

Commander: Should we do something about...
Lilah: Yes, we should.---We should let him suffer.