Angel

Harmony: Who did he think he was fooling? You know, apart from all of us.

Angel: Gone. What does it mean that she's gone? Spike: Well, in the world of men, a person dies, they stay that way. Angel: Unless you're a vampire. Spike: Or the ghost of one that saved the world. Angel: Or Buffy.

Harmony: How could you do that? To your friends? To Fred? Gunn: Because I was weak. Because I wanted to be somebody that I wasn't. Because I don't know where I fit. Because I never did. Because a thousand other reasons that don't mean a damn because she's gone. (crying) She's gone... and she's not coming back because of me. I did this, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Angel: (on phone with Giles) Yeah we're still here at Wolfram & Hart. What does that have to do with anything? Yeah, I understand. (hangs up and throws the phone at the wall smashing it to pieces) We're on our own.

Angel: What the hell did you do? Wesley: What I had to. Angel: I don't remember seeing "stab Gunn" on the agenda this morning. Wesley: I avoided the major organs. He'll probably live. Angel: Is that supposed to make it all right? Wesley: Nothing is all right! Nothing will ever be all right. Angel: We'll get her back, Wes. Wesley: No, we won't. Fred's soul… her soul was destroyed resurrecting Illyria.

Illyria: My world is gone. Wesley: Now, you know how I feel.

Illyria: You've destroyed my Qwa'ha Xahn. Spike: Yeah, okay, but you've gotta admit, he had it coming.

Harmony: You gonna torture him? Gunn: Thinkin' about it.

Spike: Can't even get drunk. Why would anyone ever make a bottle this small? (holds up a tiny bottle of Jack Daniel's, stares at it) It's inhuman. (later) It's like a bloody tease. (holds up the bottle at arm's length) It's like, "Here's what a bottle of Jack would look like if you actually had one," or (pretends to look through a telescope), "here's a drink, but it's very far away."

Harmony: Come on, I got a degree in tearing things up. Spike: Never a truer word.

Angel: What'd you get out of the doctor? Spike: Screams. Various fluids. And a name.

Illyria: The Wolf, Ram, and Hart? In my time, they were weak...barely above the vampire... Knox: Well, uh, guess they beefed up...

Angel: It's the soul that matters. Spike: Trust us. We're kind of experts. Gunn: What about her...if her organs have been liquified? Spkie: (Raising hand) Flash fried in a pillar of fire, saving the world...I got better.

Wesley: (looks out at the lab) There's love. There's hope... for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy... that your life will lead you to some joy... that after everything... you can still be surprised. Illyria: Is that enough? (looks at Wes) Is that enough to live on?

Spike: This is what she would have wanted. It's what I want. I don't really like you. Suppose I never will. But this is important, what's happening here. Fred gave her life for it. The least I can do is give what's left of mine. The fight's comin', Angel. We both feel it...and it's gonna be a hell of a lot bigger than Illyria. Things are gonna get ugly. That's where I live.

Harmony: Sorry, boss. Maybe if I stopped her back in Gunn's office... Angel: Did she toss you out a window? Harmony: No. Angel: Then you're one up on me.

Angel: (on phone) All right, look... What do you mean she's not on this plane? You just said...Astral projection? Well, is there any way to get her astral over to L.A.? Giles, this is an emergency! No. No, I'm not going...Don't put me on hold!

Angel: What you're trying to do, raise your army, reclaim your world, innocent people would die. Like Fred. I can't let that happen. Illyria: You are the protector of these creatures? Angel: Yes. Illyria: You'd fight for their lives? Angel: Yes. Illyria: (looks to Knox) Even this one? Knox: Is that an issue? Is my life in peril, boss? King? Angel: You're about as low as it gets, Knox, but you're a part of humanity. That isn't always pretty, but it's a hell of a lot better than what came before. (To Illyria) And if it comes down to a choice between you and him, then yes, I would fight for his life, just like any other human's. Because that's what people do. That's what makes us (Wes shoots and kills Knox) Angel: (to Wes) Were you even listening?

Illyria: Your breed is fragile. How is it they came to control this world? Knox: Opposable thumbs. Fire. Television.

Illyria: Two half-breeds and a band of primitives. Is this all that challenges me now? Angel: That, and a whole lot of bullets.

Illyria: My last Qwa'Ha Xahn was taller.

Wesley: You tied Knox up. Harmony: We're gonna torture him. Wesley: Good. Why?

Wesley: I've been unreasonable, because I've lost all reason.

Illyria: This is grief. I'm watching human grief - it's like offal in my mouth. Wesley: If you stay here you'll taste it every day. Every second. Look. Humans rule the earth. They will last for millennia, like roaches crawling everywhere. Crying and sweating and puking their feelings all over you. Go back. Sleep until the humans are gone. They are stupid and weak. They'll kill each other off, and you can return to the world you deserve. Leave this shell.