Wes: I did get a rather nice pen. Sterling. Has my name on it.

Angel: You know that "whoosh" thing that you do where you're not there anymore? I love that.

Angel: I'm buyin'
Lorne: Ladies and Gentlemen, hell just froze over.

Angel: Being nearly destructable is kinda cool.

Nina: So you're like a family?
Fred: Yeah, a demon-hunting, helpless helping, disfunctional family.

Fred: Oh my God. You're so full of crap!

Nina: Next you're going to tell me you actually like being a vampire.
Angel: Well...being nearly indestructable is cool.

Nina: How do you live with it? Knowing that you've killed people.
Angel: Nina, they were going to eat you for dinner!

Angel: Where is she!?
Royce: I don't know what you're...
Angel: Wrong answer!
Royce: But it's a secret. If I tell you, this man, he's not like you. You're a good guy, but he's a...well no offence, but he's scarier than you.
Angel: (vamps up face) Want a bet!

Fred: Oh that's wierd, why don't I just approach the mysteriously ajar door.
Gunn: Stop with the mocking, I get enough of that from blondie bear.

Fred: Angel this little picnic was such a good idea.
Gunn: Yeah man, why haven't we done this before?
Angel: Aw, you know, you've all been working so hard.
Wesley: Has anyone seen the plum sauce?
Fred: (finishes scanning for bugs) We're clean, nobody's listening.

Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy, when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call, battle of wills...and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole--
Fred: My God...you're so full of crap.
Spike: Yeah. OK.

Spike: I had a wee spat with a werewolf myself once. Fought for over an hour. Brutal, vicious. Almost lost my--
Fred: Angel killed him with a pen.

Nina: How would you--you're not a monster, too, are you?
Fred: Nope. Standard-issue science nerd. I did spend 5 years in a demon dimension...till Angel saved me.
Nina: Guess he saves a lot of girls, huh?
Fred: Girls, guys...puppies. He's pretty much an equal-opportunity saver.

Gunn: So...werewolf girl. Think you got a shot?
Angel: She gave me a look.
Wesley: Really? A look?