A: "That night still haunts me. I'm ashamed of how I treated you. The way I used you. I took what I needed, then I cast you aside and that... that was wrong of me. Was very wrong."
Merl: "He's reading!"

Merl: "Uh, so, who's gonna give me a ride home?"

G: What is that?"
A: "That's Merl."
G: "Where is the rest of him?"

A: "This is what I found. So far, we've ruled out suicide."

C: "Some people just need a little time alone. I wouldn't worry."
A: "She's *had* time alone. Five years. I think that's the problem."

A: "She's been back in this world for three months and she still hasn't gone out into it."
C: "Right. And it's not like the last time she went out into it she got sucked into an interdimensional portal and ended up living like a hunted animal in a hostile demon alterna-world or anything. Oh, wait. Kinda is, isn't it?"

C: "Sure I like her. What's not to like? She's sweet and adorable and... seems to be laughing at something that shrub just said."

A: "You know, ask yourself this: if I'd killed Merl would I have brought donuts?"

W: "From the looks of this, whatever we're up against is quite big, extremely powerful..."
A: "...and really pissed off."

W: "Charles, things aren't always so simple as just going out and slaying the big, bad ugly. There are in this world shades of gray..."
G: "Yeah. And shades of green, and a kind of sickly looking yellow with pink eyes, and sometimes puce with horns, too. I get it."

G: "So we find this demon killing machine. What then? We gonna stop it? Or thank it?"
W: "I don't know."

C: "Angel wants you to get out."
F: "Oh, I see. Okay. No, I understand. I only have a few things to pack. It won't take long."
C: "No, Fred! That's not what I meant."

F (singing): "Crazy. I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy..."
C: "I swear to God she picked out the song herself."

G: "Stop it! Do. Not. Hey! Don't go reading me!"
L: "I wouldn't. But, sweetie, you're a billboard."

Demon1: "Oh God, oh God, oh God..."
Demon2: "Shut up! He ain't listening."

A: "Here. I want you to go this address."
C: "What is it?"
A: "Transuding furies."
C: "Gesundheit."

C: "They lift the spell then you can fight... all twenty of them and still get killed. Great idea."

W: "We have to do something. Angel walks in here they'll kill him."
G: "No. They won't. They're gonna make me do it."

Gio: "So who does he go after? Who does he draw down on? The baby-killing monster? No, me, that's who. What does that tell you?"
G: "Tells me there's a whole lot of monsters in this room to choose from."

A: "Nice shot. Am I next?"

A: "Here, Charles - let me make it simple for you. [vamps] Take a look. This is what I am. Deal with it or don't, but make a damn choice."

GFToB: "Mmm, *Angel*!"

G: "You don't know anything. You think I won't kill him because he's my friend? That ain't why. Truth is, he can never be my friend. It's on account of what he is. Not his fault, really. Just the way it worked out."

Rondell: "He ain't your friend. *I* am. And you gonna chose that over me?"
G: "Looks like. It's about the mission, bro. He's got it. You don't."

C: "Angel? I don't know. For a guy, who's a couple of centuries old -- not very big with the wise investing.... And when you say 'equipped' that isn't what you mean, is it?"
GFToB: "Mmm, *Angel*!"
C: "Got it. And 'eww!'"

Gio: "Alright, now you wanna get it in the heart or it's no good."
F: "Although I thought I might just shoot you in the throat instead. Now, if I pierce one of your carotid arteries, considering the temperature in here, 'cause I think somebody shot the thermostat, the blood loss is gonna be heavy. And there's a better than fair chance I'll puncture a vocal cord and you won't even be able to scream. But you'll want to when the blood loss to your brain results in a cerebral vascular event.... That's a stroke. I wasn't trying to sound snooty."

W: "It's never easy -- the pull of divided loyalties. Whatever choice we do end up making we feel as though we've betrayed someone."
G: "Yeah."
W: "If you ever withhold information or attempt to subvert me again, I will fire you. I can't have any one member of the team compromising the safety of the group, no matter who it is. If you do it again you will be dismissed, bag and baggage, out of a job onto the streets."

G: "I can't help the way I feel, man. That's just the way it is. - Doesn't mean I don't wanna work with you. Doesn't even mean that I don't like you. - Maybe some day, I don't know."
A: "I don't know either. But I got time."

G: "No matter what else, I think I proved that you can trust me when I could have killed you and I didn't."
A: "No. You'll prove that I can trust you when day comes that you *have* to kill me... and you *do*."