Compiled by Kristina

Fred: But still, it's not like everyone there's evil. I mean, we work with these people. Some of 'em I see more than I see you guys, at least lately, anyway.
Wes: And you think you can trust him? Them.
Fred: What?
Wes: These...people, the ones you're spending so much time with lately. Knox, for example.
Fred: Uh, we're, you know, friendly, but he's under me…or I'm on top of him. Professionally. All I'm saying is, he—he's not evil.

Wes: The alteration to your mental capacity…
Gunn: My capacity's the same as it's always been. The good doctor just revved up some idlin' brain cells, set 'em in motion.
Angel: It's a legitimate concern. You gave them access to…
Gunn: I made a deal. We all did. Seems like I'm the only one who's willing to accept that. Everybody here got something out of this.
Angel: Fear, mistrust, a great motor pool.
Lorne: I got the Nancy Sinatra collection. Original 45s.
Wes: I did get a rather nice pen. Sterling. Has my name on it. Which is not the point at all.

Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young watcher, fresh out of the academy, when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call, battle of wills...and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole…
Fred: My God...you're so full of crap.
Spike: Yeah. OK. Truth is I just don't want anyone else to know about my condition, right? Last thing I need is this getting back to Angel.

Gunn: I'm looking at the cameras. You get set to run with it if I find a match. 'Course I might leak the info to the senior partners, 'cause we're tight.

Angel: You know that whoosh thing that you do when you're suddenly not there anymore? I love that.

Nina: Don't tell me what you know. You didn't wake up and find out you're a...monster. You don't know anything.
Angel: I'm not a werewolf like you, but I—I know what it's like. I'm a monster, too.
Nina: So...what? You're like a Frankenstein?
Angel: What? No! I'm—I'm a vampire.
Nina: Vampire.
Angel: But I have a soul. I'm—I'm not evil, and neither are you.
Nina: But vampires kill people, and they…
Angel: Can control themselves if they want to. I do it every day, and so can you. I'll help.

Spike: And when it's not that time of month? She'll be wracked by the guilties. What with a soul and all.
Angel: Didn't seem to bother you.

Nina: How would you…you're not a monster, too, are you?
Fred: Nope. Standard-issue science nerd. I did spend 5 years in a demon dimension... 'til Angel saved me.
Nina: Guess he saves a lot of girls, huh?
Fred: Girls, guys...puppies. He's pretty much an equal-opportunity saver.

Fred: We all... we try to be there for each other.
Nina: Like a family.
Fred: Yeah. A demon-hunting, helpless-helping, dysfunctional family.

Lorne: Whoa! Watch it there! Just passing by and got splashed with a heap of grouchy. Got to tell you, Angelkins, that extra weight is not looking so good on you. I'm talking about psychic pounds, pumpkin. Why don't you consider me the Jenny Craig for the soul, huh? So let's hear it.

Fred: The scariest thing was how organized they were, almost military.
Wes: An underground monster-hunting military organization. It's happened before.

Gunn: I'm all up in the law now, but damn it feels good to get my violence on.

Spike: Last gasp before eternal fire and brimstone. Let's party.

Nina: She's a really good artist.
Angel: Oh. My refrigerator's always available if she's looking to show.
Nina: How do you live with it? Knowing that you've...killed people?
Angel: Nina, they were going to eat you for dinner.
Nina: I just wanna wake up. You know?
Angel: At some point you'll be at the grocery store or with Amanda, and the whole werewolf thing, it'll just be a part of who you are.
Nina: Next you're gonna tell me you actually like being a vampire.
Angel: Well, being nearly indestructible is cool.
Nina: I can't tell them.
Angel: Maybe, maybe not. That part's not covered in the manual. They're waiting for you.
Nina: You don't ever think about letting go, disappearing somewhere?
Angel: Heh. Look, if you separate yourself from the ones you love, the monster wins.
Nina: You make it sound simple.
Angel: Well, it's not.
Nina: See you next month.