Gunn: That shaman should have never been brought here. Now instead of just worrying about the big bad rock-eater, we got Darth Vampire living in the basement.
Angelus: You know, I had a bit of an Irish brogue back in the day. If you like, I can use it on you when I rape you to death.
Angelus: Yet managing to display better grooming habits than you. Look at yourself, Lilah. All these years wanting to meet me… you couldn't run a comb through your hair, maybe slap on a little lipstick? Evil doesn't have to mean sloppy.
Angelus: Morons. The big rock doesn't have minions. It is the minion.
Angelus: How did you survive this long being so retarded?
Lorne: Zip. Zilch. And what in the hell is succu-bitch doing here?
Lilah: Don't go Watchtower on me, Saint Cordelia. I don't think I could stomach it.
Cordelia: Man, I'd love to punch your face in.
Lilah: Are you trying to turn me on?
Angelus: Mmm… man, I'm telling you, if I swung that way… look at him. All rugged and handsome. And brains! Man, he's damn near perfect.
Wesley: Thank you.
Gunn: Yeah, sometimes you just gotta keep whackin'.
Lorne: Wesley, would you please warn this walking infection that I haven't forgotten how she poked my head open like a Capri-Sun, and while my love for humanity allows me to tolerate her presence, if need be I will smack her down! Be a doll, Thanks.
Angelus: Have you all lost your minds? You're going to use black magick to restore my soul. People, this never goes well. Am I the only one paying attention?
Lilah: Ten-to-one, the entire hotel gets sucked into a hell dimension.
Gunn: You two, with the shuttin' up.
Lilah: It's my inner megalomaniac. I rebel at serving coffee.
Angelus: What happened to pedestrians? Human pedestrians? Is there no fast food left in Los Angeles?
Lilah: He's gonna kill us.
Cordelia: I know. Why do you think I let him out, you stupid bitch?
