Holtz: "Monsignor Rivalli, performed the ceremony when Caroline and I were wed. You remember Caroline?"
Angelus: "Pretty lass. Hearty screamer."
Holtz: "I knew you'd come back to Europe, but Rome Angelus? Why in Gods name would you come to the seat of all that's holy?"
Angelus: "Darla - she loves the Sistine chapel."
Angelus: "Not him. She's mad about Botticelli's frescos. The Temptation of Christ is her favoirte - probably because of the leper."
Holtz: "You're a demon. It is your nature to maim and kill. But you were also once a man. If we beat and burn the demon out of your living flesh, will there be anything left? Anything at all? I doubt it. But I'm willing to spend the next fortnight of my life finding out. - In either event - you have no soul, you can not be saved."
Darla: "Sorry it took me so long darling."
Angelus: "Shouldn't we be killing Holtz?"
Darla: "I know, but it's just so much fun ruining his life. He's like family now."
Cordelia: "Oh, it's just so dark and lifeless down here, I thought I'd brighten it up a little for you. You can't exactly go out and enjoy the sunny fields of nature, but that doesn't mean we can't bring a little bloom into your darkness."
Angel: "They're fake."
Cordelia: "Yeah. You put something real in this hellhole and it'll die... like that."
Cordelia: "Next birthday, you think we could skip the two-hundred and fifty odd candles and the inevitable fire marshal and just go with a little song?"
Angel: "And I've never known anyone like you."
Cordelia: "Well, duh!"
Cordelia: "You're off your game. It's because of the prophecy Wes and Gunn are trying to get their hands on. You think the end is coming."
Angel: "The end is not coming. Someone is always uncovering some ancient scroll, and they're always saying the same thing: that something terrible is coming. Do you know how many of these things I've seen in my very long life?"
Angel: "Three. But there's nothing to worry about."
Gunn: "Actually my bad feeling is more about the man standing behind you with the large revolver."
Cordelia: "Ow. That doesn't feel right."
Angel: "Just relax. You have to bend."
Cordelia: "I don't bend there. - Okay. Now that's downright unnatural."
Fred: "Hey! - Kye-rumption."
Cordelia: "Well - back at you."
Angel: "What did you say?"
Fred: "Kye-rumption. It's the one nice word I remember from the Pylean hell dimension."
Angel: "What's it mean?"
Fred: "It's when two great heros meet on the field of battle and recognize their mutual fate. It's also a kind of grog made out of the ox dung but that's archaic."
Angel: "Oh, ah, that's interesting."
Fred: "Oh! Plastic flowers! My favorite! They never fade, you know."
Angel: "Who's Moira?"
Fred: "Moira is the gut physical attaction between two larger than life souls."
Angel: "Ha. No, there is no attraction. Cordelia is a friend. Someone I work with. That's all."
Gunn: "So, how are you doing there, Fred?"
Fred: "Oh, it's a simple equation, really. The ancient Roman calendar has fourteen hundred and sixty-four days in a four-year cycle. The Etruscan, Sumerian, and Druidian each have their own cycles. You work forward from the presumed day of the prophecy under each calendar, factoring in our own three hundred and sixty-five day calendar and accounting for a three day discrepancy for every four years and... Oh. - That can't be right. - Unless the world ended last March."
Wesley: "In his case it meant that some day the vampire in him might die, but the human in him might live."
Fred: "That he would be like a normal man?"
Fred: "Wow. What would we do if that happened?"
Cordelia: "I'd buy him some plaid shirts and take him to the beach. The boy needs some color."
Cordelia: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Angel: "Ah, no reason."
Cordelia: "Okay. It's getting creepy now."
Angel: "I was just thinking about things. - People. You know. How they relate. Take you and me for instance. We're very different. Very different. Obviously... human... vampire. Woman... man... pire."
Cordelia: "Has someone been putting vodka in your blood?"
Cordelia: "Angel, are you trying to say you love me?"
Cordelia: "I love you too."
Angel: "You do? When did this..."
Cordelia: "Angel loves me. I love him."
Angel: "Oh, my god!"
Cordelia: "You guys love us and we love you."
Fred/Wes/Gunn: "We love you Angel."
Cordelia: "They were all saying it earlier. Just in case this prophecy comes true and we all die. - You're not gonna wanna hug, are you?"
Cordelia: "Hey, what are friends for?"
Darla: "If you ask me, they're for knocking you up and leaving you high and dry... Hello, lover. Long time no see."
Fred: "Who's Darla?"
Gunn: "Angel's old flame from way back."
Fred: "Not the one that died?"
Gunn: "Yeah. No, not that one. The other one that died and came back to life. She's a vampire."
Fred: "Y'all have a chart or something?"
Gunn: "In the files. I'll get it for you later."
Fred: "I wonder if this might not be the bad thing we were expecting."
Darla: "What did you do to me?"
Cordelia: "Did you or did you not look look me in the eye and say that you would never do a thing like this with her?"
Darla: "Oh, he lied? What a surprise."
Angel: "Cordy. I'm sorry - I lied. It was just - it was a very dark time."
Cordelia: "Oh! You used her to make you feel better during your dark time. Well, that makes it all heroic."
Angel: "It wasn't like that. It just - happened. It wasn't like I went evil or anything, I just..."
Cordelia: "You just went male."
Angel: "Maybe it's an hysterical pregnancy."
Lorne: "What happened here?"
Darla: "What's it look like?"
Cordelia: "Angel boned her."
Angel: "Just once. Just the one night. Ah, just the two or three one times that one night..."
Lorne: "Oh, no, no, no. We're way past singing, mes enfants. This is a brand new day here."
Angel: "Great. So, we're saying that my child is - the scourge of mankind?"
Gunn: "Well, we do know that Darla is pregnant with something!"
Angel: "That's biologically impossible."
Lorne: "And mystically unfair. You've fought long and hard for good. If your destiny is to spawn something evil..."
Angel: "I don't see how anything spawned by Darla and me could be good."
Fred: "Can I say something about destiny? - Screw destiny! If this evil thing comes we'll fight it, and we'll keep fighting it until we whoop it. Cause destiny is just another word for inevitable and nothing's inevitable as long as you stand up, look it in the eye, and say 'your evitable'! - Well, you - you catch my drift."
Lorne: "Wow. I like her so much!"
Cordelia: "How're you feeling?"
Darla: "Just crazy."
Darla: "Why would anyone bring something into this world?"
Wesley: "She got away."
Gunn: "We tried to stop her by hitting her fists and feet with our faces, but..."
Wesley: "Why does he think he has to do everything alone?"
Fred: "I think he just can't bear to have us see him do it."
Wesley: "Kill Darla? She did try to kill Cordy - and she's a vampire."
Fred: "Who is carrying his child. The one thing he can never have, even if he lives forever."
Darla: "Oh. I love children. - I could just - eat them up."
Darla: "How could you put this in me? I hate you!"
Angel: "The child. The child has a heartbeat. It has a soul."
Darla: "No! Not my child! No!"
Angel: "Our child. Our child. Our child. That's why you've been braving purer and purer blood. That's why it's been driving you sout of your mind. It has a soul."
Angel: "You're not alone in this anymore. We'll deal with this together."
Darla: "Gosh. I'm the luckiest vampire girl in the whole world."
Wesley: "Well, Angel has a soul. It makes snese. As much as any of this does."
Fred: "I believe that whatever this thing is, it's arriving right about... three, two, now."
Sahjhan: "The weight of time is heavy on the world. And all men born must die. But there are worlds unknown, where dreamers dream and sleepers sleep, and patiently await. As pledged in Caladan by Cod-she, One shall awaken in the first year of the final century. That one, who lived before and joined Cod-she in the great sleep. Arise, as was promised and foretold. Arise. - Arise!"