Angel Season 3 Episode 1

Angel: This your idea of love, James? It's not real unless it kills you?
James: Yeah, what's yours? "It's fun as long as it doesn't cost me anything?" You don't know what love is. You think you won because you're still alive? I lived; you just existed.

Wesley: I realize we sacrifice a great deal of our social lives, but we have to. Work demands it.
Gunn: True. I mean who's got time for love when you're out there doing it with the demons? Didn't that come out sad and wrong?
Cordelia: Yeah.
Gunn: I need to get out more.

Darla: (on abandoning Angelus) Of course, when he finally did catch up with me in Vienna, I had to pay for my sins, again and again.
Angelus: Can you even begin to fathom the things we did? (disgustedly) Of course not, you're in love.

Angelus: Why are people always riding off and leaving me? Am I a bad bloke…?

Angel: I'm okay.
Cordy: Then - what's the problem?
Angel: That I'm okay. That losing Buffy didn't kill me. That I could deal with it. In all those years, no one ever mattered. Not like she did. And now she's gone... forever.
Cordy: And you're still here.
Angel: Yeah. I just feel like I'm betraying her somehow.
Cordy: No! If you were a loser, if you were some sick obsessed vampire, you'd go to a Snod demon, or whatever, and get your heart cut out. But you're not! You're a living, breathing... Well, living, anyway - good guy, who's still fighting and trying to help people, and that's not betraying her, that's honoring her.
Angel: You think?
Cordy: I'm Cordelia. I don't think. I know. Okay?

(Angel comes out of a room that is strewn with demon bodies)
Monk: What happened?
Angel: (in Tibetan) Demon Monks. Shoulda gone to Vegas.

Cordelia: I understand people who drink. I understand people who leave a note on the parking meter that says it's broken when it's not. I don't understand people who worship demons.
Gunn: Especially a Lurite demon. The stink on that thing, you wanna be prince of the underworld, take a Jacuzzi once in a while.

Fred: I came out of my room. Small steps, just like you said.
Angel: Go to your room and stay there!
Fred: Okay.

Gunn: Hmm. Angel and a bunch of monks in the middle of nowhere. There's a party! He should have got hammered and went to Vegas just like I told him.

Wes: Gunn and I'll hit the streets; see what our sources can tell us.
Cordy: Uh-huh. See? We have sources now.
Angel: Oh, you're almost like real detectives now.

Cordy: (putting the necklace Angel gave her around her neck) And look how it brings out my breasts! You know you were all thinking it!

Cordelia: (about Buffy) Angel, she was the love of your life and she died, and you weren't there when that happened, you couldn't help her fight, you couldn't save her, you couldn't die with her.

Gunn: (about Angel)The "B" word was the love of his life, and he's what? 250? That isn't a short life. That grief work is gonna take more than a vacation in Sri Lanka.

Cordy: The Ring of Amarra, when you had that, you were invincible. Does he have a ring?
Angel: No.
Cordy: Did the Amarra people make cuff links or belt buckles?

Wesley: It's sad. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by becoming obsessed with demons. By the way, Gunn... technically, that wasn't a Lurite demon, it was a Murite, a subspecies of the Lurite. The male sports a small telltale fin just behind the third shoulder.
Gunn: So glad to know we're not the sad people obsessed with demons.