Angel

Fred: Handsome man saves me. Angel: That's how it works.

Fred: My boys. I walk with heroes. Think about that. Wesley: (crying, trying to hold himself together) You are one. Fred: Superhero. And this is my power: to not let them take me. Not me.

Wesley: Fred, you can't be doing this. Fred: Please, Wesley, I am exactly the person to be doing this. Something could've been missed. Wesley: Whatever it is that's happening, we will stop it, I swear to you. Fred: I have to work. Wesley: You have to lie down. Fred: I am not... I am not the damsel in distress. I am not some case. I have to work this. I lived in a cave for 5 years in a world where they killed my kind like cattle. I am not going to be cut down by some monster flu. I am better than that! (softly) But I wonder... how very scared I am. (looks away) Wesley: I swear on my life, we will stop this, but you must be back in bed. That's where I need you to fight. Fred: Like I'm 6 years old? (Fred collapses, but Wes is there to catch her) This is a house of death.

Fred: It's my boys. I haven't had this many big, strapping men at my bedside since that night with the varsity lacrosse team. (no one reacts, Fred laughs) That was a joke.

Lorne: Here's the thing, Eve: You're going to sing for me, and I'm going to read you right now. And here's one more thing: Winifred Burkle once told me after a sinful amount of Chinese food, and in lieu of absolutely nothing, "I think a lot of people would choose to be green. Your shade, if they had the choice." If I hear one note —- one quarter-note —- that tells me you had any involvement, these two won't even have time to kill you. Oh and anything by Diane Warren will also result in your death... Well, except "Rhythm of the Night".

Spike: That's madness. Drogyn: This is a place of madness.

Employee: These guys are really important, I just need, I mean, the whole company can't be working Miss Burkle's case. Wesley: Of course. (shoots him in the knee) Employee: Ahh! Aah-huh! Uhh! Wesley: Jennifer, please send anyone else who isn't working Miss Burkle's case to me.

Spike: This goes all the way through to the other side. So I figure there's a bloke somewhere around...New Zealand standing on a bridge like this one looking back down at us. All the way down. There's a hole in the world. Feels like we ought to have known.

Fred: Would you have loved me? Wesley: I've loved you since I've known you. No that's not--I think maybe even before. Fred: I'm so sorry. Wesley: No, no, no. Fred: I need you to talk to my parents. They have to know I wasn't scared. That it was quick, that I wasn't scared. Oh God! Wesley: I need you to fight, you don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on. Fred: I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. Please. Wesley. Why can't I stay?

Spike: If cavemen and astronauts got in a fight, who would win? Wesley: Oh... you've been arguing for 40 minutes about this? (sigh) Do the astronauts have weapons? Angel and Spike: No.

Fred: That doesn't make any sense! The cavemen have fire. They created it. The astronauts should have weapons!

Spike: Do you ever have any fun? (armored men rush out at them) Angel: I'm about to. Spike: And they even brought us weapons. Strategy? Angel: Just hold my hand. (Spike gives Angel a look, but grabs his hand) Spike: (Spike smiles) St. Petersburg. Angel: Thought you'd forgotten.

Angel: To hell with the world.

Angel: Guys... Wesley: You don't have to say it. Angel: I'll say it anyway. Winifred Burkle. Go.

Drogyn: Your friend talks a lot. Angel: So much that he's right sometimes.

Wesley: Time is not on our side. Spike: Nobody is on our side.

Lorne: (to Eve) If I was about to face your future, I'd make like Carmen Miranda and die!

Gunn: Fred and I are getting back together. (Wes gasps) She was so keyed up from last night's fight, she asked me over. We ended up talking for hours like old times, then, all of a sudd— I can't even keep this up 'cause your face is gonna make me weep. Wes, I am so messin' with you!

Angel: Seriously, he doesn't like questions. Spike: Why the bloody hell not? Angel: He can't lie.

Angel: You and me. This isn't working out. Spike: Are you saying we should start annoying other people?

Spike When is a door not a door? When it's not sodding well there.

Angel: You just like stabbing me. Spike: I'm shocked, shocked that you'd say that! I much prefer hitting you with blunt instruments.

Gunn: (singing) Three little maids, who all unwary come from a ladies' seminary, freed from it's genius tutelary, three little maids from school, three little maids... (sees Wesley, begins rapping) And you don't stop, with all the ladies and the gangsta butt...oh... (gives up) What's up?

Spike: Yeah, it's been freed. Why do you think we're here?(Spike becomes tired of Drogyn's games) And what's your favorite color? What's your favorite song? Who's the goalkeeper for Manchester United and how many fingers am I holding up? You wanna kill me? Try. I don't have time for your quirks.