Angel

Illyria: (about Wesley) My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him. And he will not tell me why. Spike: You don't know? You may not think you're as powerful as you were, Highness, but looking like Fred, for some of us, is the most devastating power you have.

Lorne: Oh, so this whole Evil Angel thing's been a big scamola. Huh. I smell Oscar.

Angel: This isn't a keep fighting the good fight kind of deal. Let's be clear on this. I'm talking about killing every ... single ... member ... of the Black Thorn. We don't walk away from that. Lorne: Do we crawl away at least? Angel: We do this, the senior partners will rain their full wrath. They'll make an example of us. I'm talkin' full-on hell, not the basic fire-and-brimstone kind that we're used to. Gunn: We know the drill. Angel: No, you don't. Ten to one, we're gone when the smoke clears. They will do everything in their power to destroy us. So ... I need you to be sure. Power endures. We can't bring down the senior partners, but for one bright, shining moment we can show them that they don't own us. You need to decide for yourselves, if that's worth dying for. I can't order you to do this. But I can't do it without you. So ... we'll vote as a team. Think about what I'm asking you to do. Think about what I'm asking you to give. Spike: Kill 'em all, right? Burn the house down, while we're still in it. Angel: Something like that.

Angel: The powerful control everything, except our will to choose...

Lorne: It's like Angel suddenly started channeling Leona Helmsley.

Drogyn: No one lies when they're at the mercy of my wrath. Gunn: Then you're the liar, Aragorn. Spike: He has to tell the truth. It's a curse or something.

Harmony: Sorry. We have a no human blood policy. I can offer you something in a rodent. We have some fruity, unassuming vole— Hamilton: Oh, I think we could make an exception to our policy this time for the senator. Couldn't we, Angel? Angel: Harmony, the lab might have something in the blood bank. Why don't you go check it out? Harmony: Okay. You're the boss, Boss... Could I maybe just have a teeny, weeny— Angel: No.

Lorne: And what if he's skipped too far down that evil brick road?

Spike: (referring to the Circle of the Black Thorn) There's plenty of these cabals about. They usually spend a lot of time in basements paddling each others bums to prove their manliness.

(Drogyn and Illyria are playing Crash Bandicoot in Spike's apartment) Drogyn: It is a test. You must collect these crystals. And fruit. Illyria: Why?

Wesley: The small stuff that you can't worry about. Would that include Fred? Angel: I loved Fred. Wesley: That's not an answer. Angel: Then I guess you don't get one.

Bruckner: I didn't claw my way up from Hell and get installed in a human body just to have some pedophile steal my Senate seat.

Lindsey: It's a secret society. Gunn: I've never heard of them. Lindsey: That's cause they're secret.