Cordelia: Please! Women have been giving birth without ancient prophecies for years!
Gunn: What we could really use right about now is some Vaseline and a catcher's mitt.
 
Gavin: He's gonna crucify us.
Lilah: They don't crucify here. It's too Christian.
 
Darla: Doesn't anyone wanna sit back here with me?
Cordelia: We're good.
Gunn: Yeah, it's comfy.
Darla: I promise I won't throw anyone out of the car. Not while it's moving.
 
Holtz: Do you know what he is?
Lilah: Yeah, I know. Vampire, cursed by gypsies who restored his soul, destined to atone for centuries of evil, wacky sidekicks, yada, yada. I'd have him killed myself, except the people I work for have this 'policy.'
 
Fred: Maybe he's part of what's supposed to rain down ruination upon mankind. The Nyazian Prophecies did say that the Tro-clan was going to be a confluence of events.
Cordelia: And the sudden appearance of an eighteenth century vampire hunter in the twenty first century does seem pretty confluey.
 
Sahjhan: See? This is why I didn't mention it. So Angel has a soul. Big whoop! So did Attila the Hun! Not to mention a heart as big as all outdoors when it came to gift giving. He is still a vampire! Angel, not Attila.
 
Holtz: He's not the same vampire.
Sahjhan: Of course he is! His hair is a little shorter, a little spikier. He's using product. But it's the same guy.
 
Angel: You love it.
Darla: Completely. I love it completely. I-I-I don't think I've ever loved anything as much as this life that's inside of me.
Angel: Well, you've never loved anything, Darla.
 
Fred: You gave us quite a scare. But I guess you're used to that, what with being a scary thing and all.
 
Angel: Attacked? I thought you had double protection sanctorium spells?
The Host: I do. It's a thing with the door and the stairs and the world and the thing. Never mind!
Gunn: Apparently you can be outside and shove stuff in.
The Host: I just said that.
 
Darla: That's why this is happening. His family, his children... what that must have been like for him. Doesn't seem so funny now, does it?
 
Darla: No. No, I don't think so. Once he's gone, I won't be okay. I won't be okay at all. I don't know what I'll be. Angel... Our baby is gonna die right here in this alley. You died in an alley, remember?
 
Darla: This child Angel, it's the one good thing we ever did together. The only good thing. You make sure to tell him that.