Compiled by Kristina

Lorne: So I'm an idiot. What are you? Perfect?

Gunn: Oh, good. Symbols on the floor. That always goes well.
Lorne: Check your sarcasm at the door, pouty britches, this is for Cordy.

Gunn: Angel's the man on the card. It's his world. I'm not a leader no more. I don't have that champion's heart like Cordy, and the brains, why that was you. So that leaves muscle.
Wes: What about Fred?
Gunn: Well, that's the question, isn't it? She's pretty brainy, too. Maybe you two are...kindred souls. Maybe that's why she went to you for help getting revenge on that professor. Killin' takes brains.

Gunn: What happened to you, man?
Wes: I had my throat cut and all my friends abandoned me.

Fred: Don't y'all think this is some kind of government conspiracy? My friend Levon says the government is always taking kids and experimenting on them. Did anybody else have to take a personality disorder test recently? They ask you about politics and your bowel movements and if you want to be a Florist...

Liam: My father said that I was a sinner. That I'd come to a bad end. Now I've come to hell.

Cordy: Hey! Hey! You two wanna pause the homo-erotic buddy cop session long enough to explain this? Wooden stakes, a guy with horns and neither of you seems that surprised when things just keep getting weirder.

Lorne: I know I'm still unconscious during this part of the story, but - can you believe these mooks?

Fred: I'm ready. I'm okay. Would be cooler if we could score some weed though.

Liam: I tell ya, I get through this I'm gonna have me a great cup of ale. I don't care what my father says is does to you.

Fred: I just don't think we should be ruling out the idea of aliens. I mean, he's a greenish sort of fella, and us being asleep all that time... I mean, think about it a minute. They could have been doing heaven knows what! I can just see myself, lying on a table, no clothes, no will, while they probed and explored and did whatever they wanted to my naked helpless body.

Wes: I think it's only fair that everyone has a turn. The cross obviously doesn't affect me---or our friend the...pugilist. Gunn: Your ass better pray I don't look that word up.

Liam: I'm supposed to be evil. But they attack me without cause. They gang up on me because I'm different. They're as bad as my father.
Connor: Fathers. Don't they suck?
Liam: Say one thing then... 'be good. Fear God. Do as you're told.' And all the while I know good and well he's had his share of sinning.
Connor: Sounds kind of like my father.
Liam: Is he a self-righteous bastard?
Connor: You'd be amazed.

Liam: I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to be attacked. I didn't ask to be a freak. Hell, I didn't even ask to be born.