A: "I remember him being taller."
L: "A trick of the light. They don't actually get smaller until they're very, very old."

A: "Did he seem, ah, I don't know, short?"
L: "Oh, absolutely. Clearly the guy shrank - all over, probably. Why, he's nothing but a muscle-y midget. I'm sure once Cordelia gets him home, she'll just pop him into a smallish drawer, and that will be that."

A: "She took him home. Well, that's good. At least we won't have to put him up here. The place was starting to turn into a hotel."

A: "There's nothing between Cordelia and me."
L: "Sure there is. And it got arms like steel cables and a deeply ironic sense of timing."

Gr: "Endless committees were formed. Committees splintered into factions, the factions into coalitions, the coalitions turned into subcommittees, until finally the more radical element, spurred by a charismatic leader, did the dance of revolution."

W: "He shouldn't exist."
A: "His birth was foretold. How many people can say that?"

A: "Can you, uh, ask him not to handle my weapons?"

C: "I couldn't go through with it."
A: "You couldn't?"
C: "No. Not after seeing that disgusting, spiny thing!"
A: "_Spiny_?"
C: "Right up in my face! That's what the visions are like now. No pain, less artsy, sometimes floaty, though not lately, and very often stinky."

W: "You should have called one of us."
C: "Oh, please! Like I'm gonna bother you guys in the middle of the night because I want sex and can't have it."

W: "Oh. Why can't you have sex?"
C: "I could lose my 'visionity.'"
W: "If you wanna play it that way."
C: "*Vision*-ity! The visions."

C: "I mean, there's gotta be other things we can do to relieve the tension!"
A: "Jogging could be the thing."
W: "Perhaps some form of paranormal prophylactic..."
A: "Because, you know, jogging..."
C: "I guess we could probably 'com' without actually 'shucking.'"
A: "Well, I don't know. That could be a slippery slope that once you're on, that you could... slide."

F: "I'm sorry. I'm being ridiculous, I know. It's just - I don't have a lot of experience in this area. I spent the last five years in a cave."
G: "Yeah, I know what that's like."
F: "How could you?"
G: "Because now everything's so bright my eyes hurt."

A: "I don't think that's such a good idea, me and him. You know, I'm more of a loner. Plus, he's so - bulky. He could really slow me down!"

Gr: "I shall present this beast's head to my princess as a token."
A: "Right. 'cause she'll love that."

Gr: "It is wounded. It bleeds."
A: "Better than bread crumbs. Let's go."

W: Angel... you're the reason we've all come together. It's your mission which animates us. We each contribute, it's true, but you... you're unique. You're like one of these rare volumes. One of a kind."
Proprietor: "I've got three of them."

C: "Oh, wait. It's not like your strength is in your hair, or anything like that, right?"
Gr: "No. I... believe it is in my muscles."

F: "Do you really think he's possessed or under some kind of spell?"
G: "Well, it's hard to say. There's all different kinds of magic. You've got demon-y love spells, mojo sex chants, voodoo bootie rituals..."
F: "Voodoo bootie rituals?"

W: "While I do believe having another warrior for good may be an asset in the coming days, Truth is, you and the Groosalug are two totally different... people..."
Gr: "Ah, hello."
W: "...who look exactly alike."
A: "He's wearing my clothes."

C: "You've done so much for me already and... Well, this is just one more thing for the list, I guess."
A: "There is no list. You know that. Just... just tell me what I can do."
C: "I need you to help me have sex... with Groo."

A: "You want me to get this for you."
C: "I went to my ATM, got cash. Nearly cleaned me out, but I think it's worth it."
A: "So you and Groo can..."
C: "...com-shuck like bunnies. You betcha."

A: "Brothel."
C: "*You'd* be safe there. No woman's gonna tempt you, right?"
A: "Right."

F: "There is nothing."
G: "More like a whole lot of nothing. How are we gonna explain this? 'Sorry, Wes. We lost the dude because we were macking on the job.'"
F: "We didn't lose him so much as... Okay. We lost him."

Anita: "Oh, I love your outfits."
A: "Well, I really wouldn't call them 'outfits.'"
Anita: "But you are together."
Gr: "Yes! Two champions here together."
A: "Not 'together' together. Just 'get the potion' together."
Gr: "So I may com-shuck my princess."
A: "Just to reiterate, *not*... the princess..."

Gr: "Angel, your coat is singing."

G: "Some root-crazy, tree-like demony thing...."
F: "With what looks like a DSL connection."

A: "That's my shirt!"

A: "Everyone makes such a big deal about the Groosalug. He's such a champion. He's so rugged. He's so emotionally available. Look at him in the daylight. But you know what? I'm smarter, and I'm stronger, and I pick out my own clothes!"

A: "Well, it's okay. You know, no one is using my heart at the moment anyway."
Tree Demon: "Kill you."
A: "Sorry. Already dead."

Tree Demon: "Vampire!"
A: "Yeah. Did I mention that?"

W: "Still... She could get hurt. I trust that won't happen?"
G: "What are you, her brother?"
W: "Apparently."

Gr: "No. I was reckless! I put everyone in grave peril. *Angel* is the true champion. He saved us all."
C: "Did you hear that?"
A: "Yeah, but...."
C: "How many guys would just give away the credit like that? That is just *so* noble. The potion!"

W: "I thought I was alone."
A: "Yeah. [looks at Connor in his arms] So did I."