Angel: For the last very long moment I haven't had a single coherent thought.
Nina: I'm gonna take that as a compliment.
Angel: You really should.
Nina: But now, The Brow is back.
Nina: Did you catch how I subtly included myself in your vacation package?
Angel: Nina--
Nina: Too pushy, too needy, I never even said it. You should make love on the beach all by yourself.
Nina: You're a hero.
Angel: That word . . .
Nina: Well, you're my hero.
Angel: I may not always be.
Spike: I thought Wesley was giving you a primer on all things human.
Illyria: He and I are no longer having intercourse.
Spike: Yeah - uh - you what? What?
Illyria: He has ceased communication with me.
Senator: And this is Ernesto. My personal--
Angel: Vampire.
Senator: No coffee - but if it isn't any trouble, I think Ernesto might like some blood.
Ernesto: Virgin, if you have it. Room temperature's fine.
Illyria: You'll have proof soon enough. A corrupted ruler on such a path sees treachery and betrayal all around him. He cannot suffer intimates and will eventually turn against them.
Spike: Guess I don't have to worry about that, 'cause Angel and me have never been intimate. Except that one...
Wesley: I sense that suicidal celebrities are beneath Angel's concern.
Lorne: These are very pretty people I'm talking about here, Wes. Four of them are getting in shape for Young Guns III.
Wesley: Are you saying . . . that Angel was responsible for what happened to Fred?
Drogyn: He may not have chosen her specifically, but--
Lorne: Whoa! Let's put a kibosh on that sentence before it turns into an ass-kickin'.
Gunn: You ever think maybe he was lying?
Drogyn: No one lies when they're at the mercy of my wrath.
Gunn: Then you're the liar, Aragorn.
Gunn: That Angel talking? 'Cause it sounds a lot more like Angelus.
Angel: If I were Angelus, half of you would already be dead, just for the fun of it.
Angel: You want to know the truth? The truth is there's only one of us who ever understood how things really work: Lorne.
Lorne: Whoa. Hey, hey, hey. Can I not be the poster child for your nervous breakdown here?
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.
Angel: I need you to be out of here.
Nina: That's typical. You sleep with a guy and he sends your entire family out of the country. No, wait, that's actually not that typical at all. You couldn't just . . . not call?
Illyria: I play this game. It's pointless and annoys me. And yet, I'm compelled to play on.
Lindsey: It's a secret society.
Gunn: Never heard of them.
Lindsey: That's because they're secret.
Archduke Sebassis: Kudos, child. I must say, it's gratifying to see you've returned to form, Angelus.
Angel: It's still Angel.
Angel: This isn't a keep-fighting-the-good-fight kind of deal. Let's be clear. 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?
