Man2: "Using a clean, diagonal motion slit throat of sacrifice with the pre-blessed ceremonial dager provided. - I didn't see that in the box."
Man1: "Look under the packing Hurry up!"
Man2: "It's not in here."
Man1: "Just-just gimme-gimme this..."
Angel: "You know... I've... well, I really couldn't help but notice the goats. - Yeah - a lot of goats... Goats - many. Those are goats, guys!"
Man2: "Hey, that's our pre-blessed... ceremonial dagger?"
Angel: "So sue me."
Wesley: "No, let her go. Clearly it's easier for the Sharps to cast us as con artists rather than to accept the grim reality that Skilosh spawn nearly hatched full grown out of their child's skull."
Gunn: "Gee, wonder why?"
Lilah: "I heard Henderson actually pulled her firstborn out of company daycare to offer it up to... Brown noser. My mother was right. I should have had children."
Angel: "Blood sacrifices, black masses, totems... I don't know what it means, but it's happening all over town. I mean, it could be a raising, but, you know... I-I really don't know. I mean the prayers, the rituals, I think they're too generic for that, you know, boilerplate. They could be preparing the way for something."
Kate: "Maybe they're just trying to make it rain."
Kate: "You remember Atkinson? The captain at the two-three? He's blaming me for granting access to some lunatic who broke into his office and beat the ever holy crap out of him. He's filed a formal complaint."
Angel: "He was raising zombie cops and setting them loose on the streets."
Kate: "And I'm sure once I explain that to Internal Affairs this will all just go away."
Darla: "You're the only one who hasn't abandoned me."
Lindsey: "And I never will."
Lindsey: "I'm gonna take a shower."
Darla: "You always take a shower when you come back from that place. Don't know why. You're never dirty."
Lindsey: "I'm always dirty."
Host: "Now, Angel-cakes, you wouldn't appreciate it if I were to blab your personal stuff to every Tom, Dick and vampire that walked in the door, would you?"
Angel: "Maybe you could just tell in one word what it is."
Host: "Not likely. But I can tell you in two. Senior - Partner."
Wesley: "Excuse me, that - that area is for employees only!"
Angel: "Yeah. You took all the books."
Cordelia: "Yeah, well, you got the waffle iron."
Cordelia: "Here. I don't even know what you are anymore."
Angel: "I'm a vampire. Look it up."
Cordelia: "What a jerk."
Cordelia: "I mean if it was anybody else I would just say 'get laid already!'"
Cordelia: "But - no, not him. One decent boff and he switches to evil psycho vamp. Which, in a way, would be better for everyone. Better for him because he'd get some, and better for us because then we could stake him afterwards."
Denver: "To kill the Kleynach and get the ring you need the glove."
Angel: "Okay, now you're making this up."
Denver: "Legend says that the Kleynach rose up from their demon world, raped and pillaged the villages of man and all who fought against them were incinerated, whether they struck with fist or sword. But one brave and worthy knight - he had a glove. Fashioned and blessed by all the powers of light. And whoever wore the glove could kill the Kleynach just by grabbing it at the throat... Picked it up in seventy-five in a yard sale in Covina. Been using it as an oven mitt."
Darla: "The ring's not about vengeance, Angelus, it's about power... We'll get to the vengeance part soon."
Virginia: "But you couldn't have done it metaphorically? You know, in with a stern word? You had to do teh actual I'm-standing-up-now-and-poppin-six-stitches way?"
Cordelia: "Good evening. Angphelel Investigations, we help the helpless, how can we help you?"
Wesley: "What in god's name is Angphlel?"
Cordelia: "Oh, there are just some names I'm not saying at the moment."
Cordelia: "The back of your daughter's head is still okay, right? Because, it's not like we offer a money back guarantee. But then, you never paid us, did you? - You do? Right now? - No, that's great! Uhm, you're on my way home, give or take - thirty miles."
Lilah: "Stake the bitch!"
Holland: "Holland Manners."
Angel: "...not alive."
Holland: "Oh, no. I'm quite dead. Unfortunately my contract with Wolfram and Hart extends well beyond that. Hop on in. You certainly earned it... No. Not a ghost here. No, it's just me. Dead me. See?"
Angel: "In the larger sense I really don't give a crap."
Holland: "Now I don't think that's true. - Be honest. - You got the tiniest bit of 'give a crap' left. Otherwise you wouldn't be going on this Kamikaze mission. Now let me see, there was something - in a sacred prophecy, some oblique reference to you. Something you're supposed to prevent. Now what was that?"
Angel: "The apocalypse."
Holland: "Yes, the apocalypse, of course. - Another one of those. Well, it's true. We do have one scheduled. And I imagine if you were to prevent it you would save a great many people. Well, you should do that then. Absolutely. I wasn't thinking. - Of course all those people you save from that apocalypse would then have the next one to look forward to, but, hey, it's always something, isn't it?"
Angel: "You're not gonna win."
Holland: "Well - no. Of course we aren't. We have no intention of doing anything so prosic as 'winning'."
Angel: "Why fight?"
Holland: "That's really the question you should be asking yourself, isn't it? See, for us, there is not fight. Which is why winning doesn't enter into it. We - go on - no matter what. Our firm has always been here. In one form or another. The Inquisition. The Khmer Rouge. We were there when the very first cave man clubbed his neighbor. See, we're in the hearts and minds of every single living being. And that - friend - is what's making things so difficult for you. - See, the world doesn't work in spite of evil, Angel. - It works with us. - It works because of us."
Angel: "This isn't..."
Holland: "Well, you know it is. - You know that better than anyone. Things you've seen. Things you've, well - done. You see, if there wasn't evil in every single one of them out there... why, they wouldn't be people. - They'd all be angels. Have a nice day."
Darla: "Don't play games with me."
Angel: "I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold."
Darla: "What are you doing?"
Angel: "It doesn't matter. None of it matters."