Archduke Sebassis: The circle does not abide secrets.
Angel: Which is interesting for a secret society.
Archduke Sebassis: He is not, however, our greatest concern.
Angel: If the next words out of your mouth are "Kill Spike," we just might have to kiss.
Angel: I don't remember what it was like. Being human. It was too long ago.
Harmony: Not so great. Zits. Dandruff. Mortality. Although I do remember . . . my heart. And the way it would thump when I kissed a really hot boy for the first time . . . That was cool.
Angel: I need to get some things done, pay a quiet visit to Archduke Sebassis. I'd like to keep our liaison out of the loop.
Harmony: "Out of the loop"? That's where I live.
Angel: 'Cause it's not about us, Lindsey. It's about them. The wolf. The ram. The hart. The ones we've been fighting against forever.
Lindsey: You can't beat 'em.
Angel: Maybe they're not there to be beat. Maybe they're there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong.
Lindsey: You're talking about fighting flesh and something that passes for blood demons with enormous power. And they will mow you down.
Angel: Maybe. But I keep thinking that once this world was theirs and now it's not.
Angel: You haven't heard a word I've said. For, like, years back.
Lindsey: Well, you get a little speechy, all right? And I breeze out. I got the Cliff Notes. Honor and humanity - absolute good, I heard it. So here's the plot twist: I'm in.
Lindsey: Everybody goes on about your soul. A vampire with a soul.
Nobody ever mentions the fact that you're really a vampire with big brass testes. This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you're about to pick
the nastiest fight since man drop kicked the last demon out of this dimension.
Lindsey: If you want me, I'm on your team.
Angel: I want you, Lindsey . . . I'm thinking about rephrasing that.
Lindsey: Yeah, I think I'd be more comfortable if you did.
Gunn: Angel, if we're planning to assassinate the power elite of the apocalypse tonight, shouldn't we be cowboying up?
Spike: Couple more shots of courage, and I may make my presence felt.
Bartender: Your funeral.
Spike: Well, I never had a proper one.
Illyria: I will fight. I've been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries. Pull their eyes out just enough to turn them towards their mewing, mutilated faces.
Wesley: You're a very inspirational person. Have I mentioned that?
Wesley: There is no perfect day for me, Illyria. There is no sunset or painting or finely-aged Scotch that's going to sum up my life and make tonight any . . . There is nothing that I want.
Lindsey: What are you thinking about?
Eve: Angel.
Lindsey: You simply couldn't have said a worse thing than that.
Lindsey: I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Damn, girl, you gave up immortality for me; it's like something out of a fairy tale.
Eve: We don't live in a fairy tale.
Angel: Spike.
Spike: Right. First off, I'm not wearing any amulets. No bracelets, broaches, beads, pendants, pins, or rings.
Illyria: Try not to die. You are not unpleasant to my eyes.
Gunn: Uh, thanks. You . . . try not to die, too.
Harmony: He's not my boyfriend. I mean, I certainly didn't betray you.
Angel: Drop the act, Harm.
Harmony: It's not an act, I'm really this nervous!
Angel: Get out of the building.
Harmony: Are you firing me?
Angel: Among other things, yes.
Angel: I figured you were the one I needed to be alone with.
Hamilton: Why? So I could kill you?
Angel: Well, I thought the fight would be going a little better.
Wesley: Your influence on this world is over. The rest of the Circle will wither and die - like you're about to.
Vail: You don't know who you're dealing with, do you, boy? I mean, really. I crap better magic than this.
Hamilton: Why do you keep fighting - you signed away your Shanshu. There's nothing in it for you anymore.
Angel: People who don't care about anything will never understand the people who do.
Hamilton: Yeah, but we won't care.
Angel: What the hell are you doing here?
Connor: Come on. You drop by for a cup of coffee, and the world's not ending? Please.
Hamilton: Let me say this as clearly as I can: you cannot beat me. I am a part of them. The wolf, ram, and hart. Their strength flows through my veins. My blood is filled with their ancient power.
Angel: Can you pick out the one word there you probably shouldn't have said?
Vail (to Illyria): Take your best shot, little girl.
Gunn: Any word on Wes?
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
As the demon horde approaches.
Spike: In terms of a plan?
Angel: We fight.
Spike: Bit more specific.
Angel: Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work.
