Vamp: "Nothing human can move that fast. What are you?"
Cn: "Don't know yet. But I know what you are... and what to do with you."

C: "Of course he can do it. He's his father's son. Same dark good looks, same Lost-Boy sweetness. And the broodiness, boy, he's got that down stone cold!"

C: "Remember me? The one stuck in Misty-Magic Land for, like, _eternity_?"

A: "I know you're there. Watching me."
C: "Oh my god, Angel! You can hear me? I *so* love you! You don't know what it's been like...!"
F: "We weren't spying..."
C: "Oh, for crap's sake!"

G: "Frankly, man, when your head's someplace else, we are into some serious floundering. I mean, you act like a guy with a clear agenda, always on the move. But _we_ don't know where we're going."
A: "Come on."
G: "For instance."

G: "Now _this_ is my kind of spiritual retreat."
A: "I just thought we could all use a little get-away to decompress. I know I haven't had a vacation in a while. Not counting my recent ocean cruise."

F: "You mean after Lorne reads you, to get you back on your path?
A: "Yeah, whatever."

A: "Used to be dunes over there."
G: "Oh man, it has been a while! They tore down the Dunes 10 years ago."
A: "Not the casino, I mean actual sand dunes."

G: "No one seems to be bothered by the fact that he's a demon."
F: "They must think it's all makeup, like The Blue Man Group! You don't think The Blue Man Group..."
A: "Only two of 'em."

F: "Here he comes. He's gonna plotz when he sees us!"
G: "Oh, un-uh! He better not stick that damned mic in my face!"
F: "Oh come on, Charles. It's all in fun. Besides, you have a nice voice."
G: "Yeah, you do it if you want, but I'm not in the mood to..."
A: "He's gone."
G: "Huh? What?"
F: "He just went right by!"
G: "...oh...well, good."

L: "Well, you're just a Tickle-Me Cutie! What's your name, Peach Pie?"

F: "That was just... *Wow*! Wasn't it? I mean: the laser lights, those Lornette girls, and, hello! 30-piece orchestra!"
G: "Yeah, but I still don't know why he dissed us during the sing-along. It's just nice to be asked, is all!"

G: "Hold up! You knew the Rat Pack?"
A: "*Know* 'em?... No. I met 'em. Once. Twice. For drinks. Maybe it was three times... Hey, you know I did have a life before you guys came along."

F: "Lorne! Lorne it's us!"
L: *to the crowd* "Hey, love ya!"
F: "We love you t--! Wait, that was him being superficial, wasn't it?"

Bruiser1: "Who're your friends?"
L: "What friends? Ah, they're just some old fans of mine."

DM: "I think _now_ is a good time. Or should we pink-slip another girl from your act?"

W: "Sorry to disappoint, Lilah, but I am _not_ waiting at the door with a scowl and burnt pot-roast."

W: "Well, if your lot can have the world destroyed by midnight we could still...."

W: "Yes, we'll bloody well take Angel's clients if he's out of town. "

W: "Take them off. (Why are you still here?) No, not after your meeting. Now. Pretend you've dropped your pencil. Very good. Now...."

G: "If it'll make my honey feel better, put her mind at ease, my fun can wait."
F: "It's because you're out of chips, isn't it?
G "Yeah."

Guard: "We don't cotton to stalkers around here, freak. Don't even think about coming back to this casino, because we're going to remember your... *Angel vamps out* ...face?"
A: "Let me give you a few more things to remember me by."

A: "This place was so much friendlier when the Mob ran it."

G: "Damn! Heads of state don't get this much security. Something's starting to feel a lot not-right about this."
F: "That's what I've been saying. Only with better grammar."

Bruiser2: "Oh, I get it. It's a little pre-show diddle for the green guy, right?
F: "What? ...Diddle? ...I'm what...?"
Bruiser2: "Oh, don't be nervous. The demon doesn't bite. ...Not with his mouth, anyway!"

L: "Oh, I'm sorry, Peach Pie. I thought that you just might have been..."
F: "Your diddle-buddy?"
L: "My whattle-what?"

L: "Every time you called me I kept asking about Fluffy!"
F: "Oh. I thought you were just using some show-business catch-phrase I wasn't hip enough to get. Who's Fluffy?"
L: "Fluffy! Fluffy the dog! The dog you don't have! The universally-recognized code for 'I'm being held prisoner, send help!'?"
F: "Oh, o.k. I'm hip now."

F: "Oh my god! It was horrible! He attacked me with these... um... laser beams that, that shot out of his horns! And he escaped! He's *gone*!"
Bruiser2: "There's no other way out."
F: "Right! No! Cuz! Cuz he went though some kind of demon metamorphosis thing, and he spit out his entire skeleton, like, like *bleeeegh*! Like that! And... and then he just slithered away! Down the drain! In the sink! In the bathroom! *Hurry*!"
Bruiser2: "Security One, we have a Code Green! Repeat: Code Green!"

[Seen on destiny wall ticker]: "...DEAL WITH DISNEY TO RUN NEW ABC SERIES..."

Aide: "Among other things, he's positioned to be a major player in the apocalypse."
DM: "_Was_, you mean? Have our brokers get the word out on this, and, uh, you might want to put a call in to that weirdo law firm in L.A."

G: "Angel! Where have you been?"
A: "Here. I was there before, but now I'm here."

L: "The house always wins, and everybody loses. Their futures, their destinies. They get offered up to an extremely black global market, and sold to anyone willing to spend big money to change his or her life."
F: "Futures trading."
L: "Can't get any more literal than that, Crumbcake."

L: "Some never even get out of the casino! They just sit there shoveling coins into slot machines that never pay off, like zombies or..."
G: "Angel."

F: "What now?"
G: "Now we do that fighting-for-our-lives thing we do."

F: "That was brilliant, Lorne. I may never hear my upper registers again, but nice work."

G: "I want to know, Lorne: Why didn't you just say 'No' to that piece of sh..."
L: "I did! The first time he asked me to, of course I refused! So he blew a girl's brains out right in front of me. And he said that's what I could expect every time I said 'No'."
G: "I'm sorry."
L: "No more than I am, Slick."

F: "But what about his destiny? Angel's? We can't leave without getting it back."
L: "Yeah, well. This is Vegas, Sunshine. Generally, you lose here, you don't get it back."

G: "Angel! You know who I am, right?"
A: "Gunn."
G: "That's right, and I'm your friend."
A: "I know. I'm not _stupid_!"

A: "I got two cherries. If I get another one I get my quarter back."

G: "There's been a casino heist, only you're the heist-ee. They jacked your destiny!"

L: "Yeah, yeah, O.K., Lee. White flag's up. You got me. Grind your organ, I'll be your monkey. But you get _nothing_ from me if you hurt anyone else. I swear it."
DM: "Lorne, sweetie, you worry too much! I promise, you will be the only one hurting. Your friends will be dead so quick they won't feel a thing."

C: "Oh, that's just great! I mean, what's the point of being an All-Seeing, Powerful Whatchamwhoozit if I'm not allowed to intervene?"

C: "Think, Bubblehead!"

A: "I know this room."

DM: "What am I _paying_ you people for? *Shoot* them!"

DM: "We can still come to terms, right, kid? It wasn't all bad here, I mean, not all the time! What's it gonna take? Bigger suite? Fewer shows? You got it! Whaddya say?"
L: "Duck."

A: "This room, there's _something_ familiar."

G: "Angel?"
A: "You're my friend, I know. I'm not stupid."

A: "Oh, now I remember that room! Elvis and Pricilla's wedding reception, 1967! Yes! All right, it's not like I was, you know, really invited. They just put me near the dais. I think somebody thought I was in the band. Probably because I was all drunk and surly. They had these little fried peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches...."

L: "Maybe Lady Luck was smiling down on you."

A: "I don't get why or how I was able to fight when I had no reason to. No destiny."
L: "Oh, well, even without a flight plan, Bucko, you're still a stealth bomber. You were fighting for your friends' futures. The people you love are a part of your destiny. Nobody can take that away, not even you. Now, listen: I've got a lot more insightful bon mots like that, but I've been stuck in a car for 5 hours and I gotta pee."

A: "Cordelia?"
C: "Who are you people?"