Laugh Lines, Love Lines


Angel: Go team.

Angel: I'm tired of being the dead one.

Wesley: I was thinking, perhaps I'd enter into a similar training arrangement with our Fred.
Cordelia: Oh, hey, if you think she can help you fight, why not? I'm kidding. Wesley, if you wanna get to know Fred better, maybe the next time you have her over for an intimate dinner for two, you won't ask the rest of us to come along.

Fred: Cordelia. I don't think you should do this.
Cordelia: How can I not?

Cordelia: Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.
Lilah: So? You know me.
Cordelia: Please, I was you - with better shoes.
Lilah: These are Boracchi.
Cordelia: Fall collection?
Lilah: Next spring.
Cordelia: He's widened the heel.
Lilah: And rounded the toe.
Cordelia: That won't work with pink.
Lilah: The pink is out this spring.

Lilah: I know. I've seen his dark side.
Cordelia: You really haven't.

Angel: I'm looking for Billy Blim?
Dylan: Are you a friend of his or what?
Angel: Friend? To be honest I'm looking to kill the bastard.
Dylan: Oh. Come on in.

Dylan: No, no. There was a chick here. She was cute, brunette. Well, she said that a melodramatic guy named Angel would eventually show up.
Angel: Cordelia...thinks I'm melodramatic?

Cordelia: Not exactly. I thought we should meet. I'm the woman Wolfram and Hart tortured to get you out of your fire cell.
Billy: Oh, I see. And you're here to whine. Poor, helpless, battered woman who needs to vent her feelings about the injustice of it all.
Cordelia: No, ass-wipe. I'm here to send you back.

Cordelia: Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me.

Fred: Somehow he got infected. All I can figure it happened while he was working with Billy's blood from the handprint.
Gunn: You mean, that - that fingerprinty-looking handprint downstairs is Billy's blood? So you're saying that Wes turned into a psycho killer because of that bloody handprint that I picked up and looked at?
Fred: When you put it that way, it kinda worries me.

Angel: I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger, it was always about the - pain and the pleasure.
Cordelia: Huh. So I guess you could say that your demoness makes less petty than humans. Almost noble - I mean, in a twisted, dark and really disturbing kind of way.
Angel: Thanks.
Cordelia: Hm-mm. It's weird!
Angel: What is?
Cordelia: I'm starting to get used to being creeped out and comforted at the same time.
Angel: I get that.

Wesley: Fred, I tried to kill you.
Fred: That wasn't you.
Wesley: How can you know that? Something inside me was forced to the surface. Something primal, something...
Fred: Do you wanna kill me?
Wesley: Oh, God, no.
Fred: It wasn't something in you, Wesley. It was something that was done to you.
Wesley: I don't know what kind of man I am anymore.
Fred: Well, I do. You're a good man.

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