Compiled by Kristina

Angel: She's making brownies.
Wesley: Oh, is that what I smell? I thought I tracked something in.

Wesley: That blade is very old, who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it.
Cordy: Corrosive effect?
Angel: Cordelia, just put down the very sharp knife.
Wesley: Well, they don't smell right.
Cordy: I think Mr. Too-Much-Cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.

Cordy: You called him Doyle.
Angel: It just - happened. - I hope Wesley is okay with it.
Cordy: Oh, who cares about him! This is about Doyle. You-you never say his name!
Angel: I say it.
Cordy: No, you don't. - Look you don't have to be Joe Stoic about his dying. I mean, I know that you have this 'unflappable' vibe working for you, but... you don't have to do that for me.
Angel: I'm not unflappable.
Cordy: Great. So flap!
Angel: I miss him.
Cordy: Me, too.
Angel: I've been around death before - a lot! I've lost people. I've killed people.
Cordy: And you *are* dead. Sorry.
Angel: It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let it happen!

Ryan: You're bleeding. Are you going to cry?
Angel: I don't think so. I don't know. Huh ... let me think. Ah, no ... yeah ... uh, no. Not gonna cry.

Cordy: What is this stuff anyway? Kind of pretty!
Wesley: Uh, it's the bodily excretion of an Ethros demon.
Cordy: No one could have said demon poo *before* I touched it.

Cordy: I remember the children's rhyme. And how come they're all full of death and cradles falling, and mice getting tails cut off? Anyway, the whole thing needs a ratings system, don't you think?

Wesley: A father doesn't have to be possessed to terrorize his children. He just has to...

Cordy: Jeez, we got it! Circle, angry, kill, kill, kill. Go to church already.

Nun: You would come in to a place of worship?
Angel: I'm not what you think.
Nun: No?
Angel: Okay. Yeah, I am.

Wesley: Resistance to suggestion. Yes, I understand that. I like to think of myself as possessing a certain...
Angel: Wesley, you don't even have sales resistance. How many thighmasters do you own?
Wesley: The second one was a free gift with my 'Buns of Steel.'

Ryan: All those hours locked up under the stairs and you still weren't good enough. Not good enough for Daddy, not good enough for the Council.
Wesley: Omnis spiritus... Uh, that is to say...
Ryan: Lose your place? What makes you think these people want you around any more than the others did?
Angel: Because I invited him here.
Ryan: Then you're stupider than he is.

Ryan: Guess who's here, Angel. He's talking to me right now. Doyle wants to ask why you couldn't protect him.

Wesley: Angel, before we go any further, I just wanted to reassure you - in as much as we will be fighting side by side... What that demons said before..
Angel: I know you're not planning to kill me, Wesley. But you're willing to. And that's good.

Wesley: Well, chalk up one exciting failure. You didn't get that boy's soul.
Ethros: Hmpf, what soul?

Kate: Social services will take over from here. They'll want to speak to your son alone first.
Seth: When will we get to see him?
Kate: Not until tomorrow.
Seth: Well, what's gonna happen to him?
Kate: We won't know until after the evaluation.
Angel: Thanks for coming by, Kate.