Angel quotes

You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.

Wesley

Yes.

Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?

Wesley

At least I know what happened.

Do you? There are two sets of memories--those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.

Wesley

Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.

To hide from the truth?

Wesley

To endure it.

Connor

I thought sunlight burned you up.

Angel

Special glass.

Connor

Cool. You should, like, make a whole suit out of it like the pope has.

Angel

How's your dad?

Connor

He's fine. They're releasing him now. I should warn you he's pretty pissed. I told him that you took me out demon fighting and, uh, almost got me killed. He wants to have a talk with you.

Angel

All right. I'll, uh...

Connor

I'm kidding! Man, you gotta lighten up. He thinks we spent the whole night doing tests. I told him I could bench press, like, 1,000 pounds.

Angel

What are you gonna tell them about... who you are?

Connor

The truth, more or less. I'll tell them that I'm different. I'll tell them it's... actually a good thing. I'll tell them to stop worrying so much.

Angel

Well, they're parents.

Connor

Yeah, I know. They'll feel a lot better knowing you're looking out for me.

Angel

We still haven't found Vail, but we will.

Connor

I'm not too worried about him. Nothing he can show me I haven't already seen. Anyway... I just wanted to say good-bye. I gotta go back to my life now.

Angel

Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?

Connor

I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.

Curing cancer, Mr. Wyndam-Price?

Wesley

Wouldn't be cost-effective. I'm sure we make a lot from cancer.

[chuckles] Yes. The patent holder is a client.

Gunn

Hey.

Wesley

Gunn. First day back?

Gunn

Yeah.

Wesley

I stabbed you. I should apologize for that. But I'm honestly not sure how. I think it'll just be awkward.

Gunn

Good call.

Wesley

OK.

Gunn

I ain't lookin' for a sorry. Don't know if I'd accept it. Besides, I just got my heart cut out of my chest every day for 2 weeks straight. Compared to what? A little jab in the gut? Kinda over it.

Wesley

She still thinks she's the God-King of the Universe.

Gunn

So she's like a TV star?

Wesley

No, nothing that bad. Bit more violent, though.

This shell...you had affection for it. For Fred.

Spike

Tons. Loved the bird.

Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.

Spike

You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.

When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.

Spike

"Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but--"

[punches him in the face] Illyria was all they needed to know.

Spike

Then came the Internet.

Lorne

I repeat, bluebird got wise. Secret Demon's cover is blown. Over. Hel-hello?! Is this on? Hey, Leery, now, when did you catch on to me? In the elevator? That was a tough one.

Angel

If this is our chance to get into a better grace with the head office, I have to say it's not my priority.

Oh, no, don't think about us, Angel. Think about profits. It's profits that let you keep this plucky little boat-load of good above water. It's a business, boys, not a Batcave.

Lorne

Well, I'll tell you what--still like him better than Eve.

Angel

What if she blows?

Wesley

Conservative estimate, she takes out the better part of Los Angeles.

Angel

And unconservative?

Wesley

Rand McNally will have to alter their maps.

Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet! We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night, you sparkled and you stank! You still stink of it!

Angel

Will you just shut up for once!

What!?

Angel

My God, the speechifying! Has it ever occurred to you that right now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories!

If you wanna win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition.

Spike

[to Illyria] It's not murder if you say yes.

Spike

All right, grandma. Give you that. Good one.

This shell... you had affection for it, for Fred.

Spike

Tons. Loved the bird.

Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.

Spike

You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell i, and I got no problem hitting it.

You're adapting.

Spike

We do that.

Adaptation is compromise.

Spike

It's called learning. But then I guess you know everything there is to know.

When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.

Spike

"Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but—"

[punches him in the face] Illyria was all they needed to know.

Spike

Then came the Internet.

You have nothing. Your kind has pulled this domain apart. Each of you has snatched a tiny piece of it. Even those with the mightiest hordes are paupers.

Spike

The one who dies with the most toys wins, eh?

To never die, and to conquer all. That is winning.

Spike

Now, that's cheating.

Angel

[speaking in comm] Spike, talk to you for a minute?

You may go.

Spike

Yeah, great. Thanks so much.

William...

Bloody hell! That right bastard!

The Immortal thinks he can do this to us?

He doesn't know who he's dealing with.

Well, he's about to find out.

He's gonna curse the day he ever crossed purpose with Angelus.

And William the Bloody.

See just how immortal he is, when we're done with him.

[regaining his Irish accent] We'll carve him up like a Sunday roast and make him watch as we feast on his steaming flesh.

How you doing?

Bugger!