G: "You got to admire the loyalty. All night here, hitting the books, logging serious alone-time, delving into the secret mysteries of... Man! Wesley needs a life."

G: "So, Wes, you find any answers in all these stuffy books of yours?"
A: "He already knows the answer. He's just looking for the question."

A: "Do you wanna see Connor do something cool? I'm teaching him how to die!"

A: "Mr. Dad! Check me out! I'm Mr. Dad.

A: "You...you don't understand. I got like really good hearing. I mean *really* good hearing."
Doctor: "Well, most first time parents do. You said this wheeze or gurgle happened while you were feeding him?"
A: "Is that bad? What is it?"
Doctor: "In my professional opinion? It's called digestion."
A: "Oh."

W: "Angel? You can let go of the doctor now."

Doctor: "And they bitch about *my* cold hands...."

G: "I wanna know how he does it. No last name, no bank account. How are you ordering stuff off the web?"
F: "It's not that hard, really. All you have to do is hack into the shipping database, find someone who is ordering what you want, then substitute your information.... Except that would just be high-tech robbery."
A: "I memorized Cordelia's credit card number."
F: "Oh! Low-tech robbery."

A: "Check this out! How *cute* is this? Huh? Seriously."
G: "Seriously, I think you got way too much time on your hands."
F: "Come on. You think it's adorable."
G: "Well, yeah, but at least I'm manly enough to deny it."

G: "You realize this is the whitest sport known to man?"
A: "True. But the games are indoors, and they usually play at night.
G: "Got you."

A: "When somebody becomes a vampire there is no turning back. No matter how much you want to believe there is some part of him you can save, all that's left is an evil thing."

Hz: "I'm sure they believe their reasons are good, how ever misguided. Things aren't always black and white, Justine, good and evil."
J: "What about Angelus?"
Hz: "He is evil."

Sj: "Love the whole chained, un-dead look you got going on. Really sets off your fern."

Sj: "That's it? No 'Wow, how did he do that?' No screaming in terror? You twenty-first century types are so jaded."

Li: "There's a girl downstairs, she's got records on everything that ever happened. My company rocks."
Sj: "Yes. I'm familiar with your firm... in this and other dimensions."

Li: "Great. Let's shorthand. You're a time-shifter. You recruited Holtz in the eighteenth century, put him on ice for a couple hundred years, so he could pop up and stake Angel when he's least expecting it. And considering that I have yet to put on my boogie shoes and dance on Angel's pile of dust, I'm imagining that Holtz isn't working fast enough for you."

Sj: "I have a plan. But for it to work, I require a very rare and valuable ingredient. Getting it will be difficult, if not impossible... I need the blood of Angel's son."
Li: "Got it."
Sj: "Got it? What do you mean 'got it?'"

F: "So I'm looking for anything suspicious. Like small dark places where somebody could get grabbed, or any blacked out cars or vans, or pale, bumpy people with sharp teeth."

G: "Oh! Look at that stuffed little bunny up there! Think you could win it for me?"
F: "This is so wrong."
G: "You're right. I don't want the bunny."

G: "You stood up to him and said we're two adults and what we do with our personal lives is none of his business, right?"
F: "You bet I, uh... didn't."

A: "Hey, Wes. Thanks. You're a good friend."

F: "We should be getting back."
G: "Hang on. I'm getting a tingle."
F: "Ah... I thought we were gonna try to keep that out of the workplace."
G: "Not that kinda tingle."

G: "Fred, why are you still here?"
F: "I got your back! Well, actually I got _his_ back."

Loa: "That the vampire will devour his child is certain. The dark question *you* harbor is only 'when'."
W: "No. The dark question I harbor is 'how do I stop it?'"
Loa: "It cannot *be* stopped."

Loa: "Your insolence is displeasing!"
W: "You try chatting with a cranky hamburger."

W: "An earthquake? That's the first portent? We live California!"

Li: "It's on."
Sj: "It's on?"
Li: "Our plan? The *Angel* plan? On. I outsourced the labor, buried the cost. We shouldn't have any problems with the firm. Good seeing you."
Sj: "Okay, but lets skip the small talk and get right down to business."

Sj: "Would it impress you if I told you I invented daylight savings time?"

Aubrey: "To be perfectly honest with you, I could use a friend right now. Ever since my son was... It gets lonely."
W: "You're good. I like the 'lonely' thing."
Aubrey: "Wh..what?"
A: "Yeah, lonely. That was a nice touch."

A: "You're right to protect him. Holtz is one of the good guys. He has every right to hate me. And if he ever comes close to any one of my people ever again, or tries to touch a hair on my son's head, I'll kill him... and anyone who gets in the way. You might wanna mention that."

Hz: "They found you out."
Aubrey: "I am sorry."
Hz: "It's not important. Of course I am rather annoyed you allowed yourself to be followed."
W: "Don't blame her. I would have found you eventually."

HoltzFlunky: "Maybe we should cut out his tongue. Send a message to Angelus."
W: "Maybe. (slugs him) Or perhaps you could lie on the floor and gag for a while."

Hz: "A brilliant curse, I must admit. Gypsies *do* have a knack for creative vengeance. Where they fail, however is in the execution of justice. And that I will have."

Hz: "You don't believe me."
W: "Hmm. Not sure, really. Could be the low scary voice that's giving me trouble."

F: "What if Wesley makes us choose?"
G: "I've been fighting vamps and demons since I was a kid. That sense of doing good... of waking up in the morning and making the world safer, better... I've always had that ...but I never had a Fred before."

G: "Look. Lets try not to worry too much. Wesley is a good man. He'll do the right thing. He always does."

A: "I love my son."
W: "Love can be a terrible thing."
A: "I used to think that. I thought love was something that swallowed you whole, ripped you up inside. But, you know, what I feel for Connor, even that fear... Wes, it's not terrible. It's beautiful."

A: "What's so funny?"
W: "Life. Life is funny. Listening to stupid people talking to hamburgers is funny. Worrying about things that will never... It's all so incredibly funny ...and beautiful."

W: "Earthquake. Fire. Blood."
A: "I thought we were gonna be trapped in there, huh? At least I would have had something to snack on."