I've Got You Under My Skin
Angel: The mark of Kekfdlorem. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it.
Wesley: A knife with that mark is the only thing that will kill a Kek demon. Could be very useful.
Angel: Especially if Kek demons weren't extinct.
Wesley: They are? Oh dear.
Cordelia: They're done! Nobody touch.
Angel: She's making brownies.
Wesley: Oh, is that what I smell? I thought I tracked something in.
Cordelia: The recipe was handed down to me by my mother, who got it from her housekeeper. Plus, I improvised a little. You're gonna love them.
Welsey: That is not appropriate! It's for killing extinct demons!
Angel: Cordelia...
Wesley: That blade is very old. Who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it!
Cordelia: Corrosive effect?
Angel: Cordelia, just put down the very sharp knife.
Wesley: Well, they don't smell right.
Cordelia: I think Mr. Too-much-cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.
Cordelia: You called him Doyle.
Angel: It just - happened. - I hope Wesley is okay with it.
Cordelia: Oh, who cares about him! This is about Doyle.
Seth: You know what? It strikes me, you never told us your name.
Angel: Angel. - Jones. Angel Jones.
Cordelia: What is this stuff anyway? Kind of pretty!
Wesley: Uh, it's the bodily excretion of an Ethros demon.
Cordelia: No one could have said - demon poo - before I touched it.
Wesley: You've heard of Lizzie Borden? She killed her parents with an axe?
Cordelia: 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 rating system, don't you think?
Angel: The father seemed kind of off. They were afraid of him.
Wesley: A father doesn't have to be possessed to terrorize his children.
Seth: What are you laughing at?
Stephanie: Angel's funny.
Seth: Yeah? He hides it well.
Paige: Hmm, it's uhm - what's your secret, Angel?
Angel: I use - uhm, chocolate. That's why they're brown - which gives them their name - brownies.
Angel: Your son is possessed by a demon.
Stephanie: Ryan's bad. Ryan's always been bad.
Angel: These are my assistants.
Cordelia: Hi, I'm Cordelia. Sorry about the possession and everything.
Angel: Do not break the circle. It's important. He'll try and get you to come to him. Don't do it. Don't touch him. - He's been exposed, and he's angry. - He'll kill you if he gets a chance, you got that?
Cordelia: Jeez, we got it! Circle, angry, kill, kill, kill. Go to church already.
Cordelia: Maybe we can build one of these.
Angel: Ah, an authentic Ethros box is made of 600 species of virgin woods and handcrafted by blind Tibetan monks.
Cordelia: Nope. Don't know any.
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.
Cordelia: Handcrafted by blind Tibetian monks?
Rick: Pieced together by mute Chinese nuns. Now that's craftmanship.
Angel: Abrenuntias satanae?
Wesley: Do you renounce Satan?
Angel: Et omnibus operibus eus?
Wesley: And all of his works?
Angel: Omnibus pompis eus?
Wesley: And all his pomps?
Angel: Exorcie te. Omnis spiritus immunde. Adaperiae! Now get the hell out!
Ethros: You are a fool. You think to destroy me? You're dealing with forces beyond your comprehension.
Angel: Yeah? Well, it's a hobby of mine.
Wesley: You great - putrescent - bully! Pick on an innocent child! You think you're impressive.
Ethros: I am Ethros. I corrupted the spirits of men before they had speech to name me. - The chils was but the last among tens of thousands, one more pure heart to corrupt, one more soul to suck dry.
Welsey: Well, chalk up one exciting failure. You didn't get that boy's soul.
Ethros: Hmpf, what soul?
Ethros: Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? - Nothing! That's what I found in the boy, no conscience, no fear, no humanity, just a black void. I couldn't control him. I couldn't get out. I never even manifested until you brought me forth. I just sat there and watched as he destroyed everything around him. Not a belief in evil, not for any reason at all.
Ethros: That boy's mind was the blackest hell I've ever know.
Ethros: I had given up - hope. - I know you bring death. I do not fear it. The only thing I have ever feared is in that house.
Seth: I won't be able to cover for him anymore. They're gonna want to know about Ohio - and everthing. - I wanted to protect him.
Angel: I know.
Seth: I was just trying to hold my family together.
Angel: I think you did.