AtS Quotes

Illyria: This is grief? I’m watching human grief, it’s like offal in my mouth.
Wes: If you stay here you’ll taste it every day. Every second. Look. Humans rule the earth. It will last for millennia. Like roaches crawling everywhere. Crying and sweating and puking their feelings all over you. Go back. Sleep until the humans are gone. They are stupid and weak. They’ll kill each other off and you can return to the world you deserve. Leave this shell.

Spike: Can’t even get drunk. Why would anyone make a bottle this small? It’s inhuman. Thousands would have died if you’d saved her.
Angel: Yeah.
Spike: She wouldn’t have wanted that.
Angel: Yeah. Tried calling Wes. There’s no answer.
Spike: Guess she’s gone then. It’s like a bloody tease. It’s like, ‘here’s what a bottle of Jack would look like if you actually had one’ or ‘here’s a drink but it’s very far away.’
Angel: What does that mean? Really?
Spike: It’s a play on perspective.
Angel: Gone. What does it mean that she’s gone?
Spike: In the world of men a person dies they stay that way.
Angel: Unless you’re a vampire.
Spike: Or the ghost of one that saved the world.
Angel: Or Buffy. Death doesn’t have to be the end. Not in our world. Rules can be broken. All you have to do is push hard enough.

Harmony: Gonna torture him?
Gunn: Thinking about it.
Harmony: Can I help? I’m really good at it.
Gunn: Thanks but this is kinda personal.
Harmony: Why do you think I want to help? Because I’ve got some kind of blood lust? . . . . Well, ok, that, too, but Fred’s my friend. We went out for drinks all the-- once. And if Poindexter had anything to do with hurting her then I’m in for a big, fat pound of flesh.

Knox: [laughs] I’m sorry. It’s just, um, it’s not what you think. It’s, it’s, it’s beautiful. Tell them. Tell them what happened.
Wes: The infection, Illyria, consumed her. Took over her body.
Gunn: But it’s still Fred, right? This thing’s just controlling--
Wes: She’s. Gone.
Gunn: You don’t know that.
Harmony: Wait, I’m confused. It looks like Fred but it’s not?
Knox: She’s so much more than that now. Beyond flesh, beyond perfection. I loved Fred, I really did. She had a warmth, took you in and held you until everything cold and distant melted away. She was the most beautiful, perfect woman I ever met. That’s why I chose her. She’s the only one that was worthy.
Gunn: Wes, don’t. We need him. I know how you feel.
Wes: You don’t-- . . . You didn’t feel her die. She was shaking with pain and terrified and so brave. She was better than anyone I’ve known. Better than. . . . She’s gone.
Angel: I know. Now let’s get her back.

Gunn: Lorne’s right. We should have seen this coming.
Angel: Wouldn’t have made a difference. Drogan said the sarcophagus was preordained to be released. Nothing could have stopped it from arriving.
Gunn: That’s not completely true. I played a round of piñata with lab-boy while you were gone. The sarcophagus was stuck in customs and it should have stayed there but someone got it out.
Wes: Who?
Gunn: I’m working on it.
Wes: Oh. You’re working on it. Good for you Charles, not a moment to lose.
Angel: Wes. I know you’re hurting but keep your footing, I need you sharp - all of you - for Fred’s sake.
Wes: There is no Fred any more.
Gunn: You don’t know that!
Wes: I watched it •gut• her from the inside out. Everything she was is gone, there is nothing left but a shell.
Angel: Then we’ll figure out a way to fill it back up.
Spike: The thing only took over her body. It’s the tip of the theological.
Angel: It’s the soul that matters.
Spike: Trust us. We’re kind of experts.
Gunn: What about her. . . If her organs have been liquified.
Spike: Flash-fried in a pillar of fire saving the world. I got better.
Wes: You really believe there’s a chance of bringing her back?
Angel: Fred’s soul is out there, somewhere. We’ll find it and put it back where it belongs. Then we’ll make every son-of-a-bitch who had a hand in this pay. We all on the same page?
Gunn: Where do we start?

Knox: I’ve been waiting so long for this. I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I was eleven, you were ancient, pressed between the pages of the forbidden text. I would stare at you for hours, locked in my room. My mom thought I was looking at porn.

Illyria: My last Kwa’hazan was taller.

Angel (on the phone): Himalayas, I thought she was in South America.
Spike: Got a branch in Tibet? I’d like a couple sherpas.
Angel (on the phone): Alright, look, what do you mean she’s not on this plane? You just said . . . . Astral projection? Well, is there anyway to get her ‘astral’ over to L.A.? Giles, this is an emergency. . . . No, no, I’m not going-- Don’t put me on hold. . . . .
Wes: Never a witch around when you need one.
Gunn: It’ll work out. It has to.
Wes: I’ve been unreasonable because I’ve lost all reason. But I shouldn’t be taking it out on you. I know you’ve done everything you can. I’m sorry.
Gunn: So am I.
Angel (on the phone): Yeah, I’m still at Wolfram & Hart, what does that have to do with anything? . . . . Yeah? I understand. [throws phone at a wall] We’re on our own.
Spike: Good, cause I was wondering.
Angel: Nothing’s changed. We find Illyria and--
Harmony: smack her a good one for me? So gonna leave a mark.

Illyria: I’m ready to begin.
Angel: Or we could just hang out.
Illyria: A warrior. I was beginning to wonder if this world was void of your kind.
Spike: Plenty of us to go around, luv.
Illyria: Two half-breeds and a band of primitives. Is this all that challenges me now?
Angel: That, and a whole lot of bullets.
Wes: Enough to temporarily incapacitate even you.
Angel: We know what you are, Illyria. We’ve seen the rest of your kind. All the old ones. Sealed away forever. Like you were. Where you should have stayed. You’ve taken something of ours, something very precious. Stand down and I promise, we won’t destroy you taking it back. Your choice.
Illyria: I decline.

Harmony: Sorry boss. Maybe if I’d stopped her in Gunn’s office?
Angel: Did she toss you out a window?
Harmony: No.
Angel: Then you’re one up on me.

Spike: I fancied I saw a blur just before she went Houdini.
Gunn: Yeah, like she was pulling a Barry Allen. . . . . . Jay Garek? Wally-- She was moving really fast.

Spike: Any thoughts on how we’re supposed to track Fred or Illyria or whatever the hell that thing was?
Angel: We just do it, that’s all.
Spike: Back in the lab, she was standing right there in front of me, but there was no scent. Nothing. It’s like she wasn’t even there.
Angel: I know.
Spike: Look, I want Fred back as much as any of us, but seeing her there, like that. Maybe she really is--
Angel: No. I lost Cordelia because some •thing• violated her. Crawled inside, used her up. No way in hell am I letting that happen again.

Wes: She was curious. That’s why Fred didn’t put it into containment immediately. How things work. What makes them special. She was always searching for what people couldn’t see. She was just curious. I think I hate her a little for that.

Harmony: The girl of your dreams loved you. That’s more than most people ever get.
Wes: I know. But it isn’t enough.

Harmony: Got me beat. All I found was a cell phone and a cheese sandwich.
Wes: Was it Knox’s?
Harmony: Had his name written on the bag with a little smiley-face in the “o”, the big girl.
Wes: The cell phone, Harmony.
Harmony: Oh. Um, I think so. It’s got a Rick Springfield screen saver which opens up a whole new set of questions.
Wes: Outgoing numbers have all been deleted. Same for incoming calls.
Harmony: What about missed calls? Knox couldn’t have erased them if he didn’t have his lady phone on him.
Wes: Three in the last few hours. All from the same person.

Gunn: Everything you know. Or there won’t be enough left of you to stitch together, Frankenstein.

Gunn: Then take it back. Everything you put in my head, the law, all the knowledge, take it back, everything. Take more, leave me a vegetable, I don’t care. Just bring her back. Please. Bring her back.

Wes: Is there something you’d like to tell me Charles? Knox was in contact with the doctor, but you already know that, don’t you?
Gunn: Yeah, one of my sources--
Wes: Don’t. What he said. About Fred. About her soul. Is it true? What did you do, Charles?
Gunn: It was just a piece of paper. I was losing it, everything they put in my head, everything that made me different. . . special. . . And he could fix it. Make it permanent, so I signed a piece of paper, a customs release form I didn’t think anyone would get hurt.
Wes: Nothing at Wolfram & Hart is ever free. You knew that.
Gunn: I couldn’t go back. To being just the muscle. I. . . I didn’t think it would be one of us. I didn’t think it would be Fred.
Wes: I understand not wanting to go back. Not wanting to be who we were. I can understand it and I can forgive it. But you knew what was happening to her. You knew who was responsible and you didn’t say anything. You let her die. I’m less forgiving about that.

Angel: What the hell did you do?
Wes: What I had to.
Angel: I don’t remember seeing “stab Gunn” on the agenda this morning.
Wes: I avoided the major organs. He’ll probably live.
Angel: Is that supposed to make it all right?
Wes: Nothing is all right. Nothing will ever be all right.
Angel: We’ll get her back, Wes.
Wes: No we won’t, Fred’s soul. . . . Her soul was destroyed resurrecting Illyria.
Angel: Are you sure? What about Gunn.
Wes: He let the sarcophagus in to Wolfram & Hart. What he knew, when he knew it, it doesn’t change what happened. He let her die.
Angel: So did I. At the well, in England. There was a way to save Fred, but only if thousands of others died in her place. As much as I love Fred I couldn’t let that happen. Look I need you to bury it, Wes. Everything you’re feeling, everyone you want to hurt, I need you to put it aside and focus on what has to be done.
Wes: Illyria.
Angel: We need to stop her before--
Spike: she unleashes hell on earth?
Angel: What did you get out of the doctor?
Spike: Screams. Various fluids. And a name. Valahanesh.

Spike: What are these smaller bits?
Wes: Her Army of Doom.
Spike: There’s a shock.

Illyria: Your breed is fragile. How is it they came to control this world.
Knox: Opposable thumbs. Um, fire. Television. What they lack in strength they make up for in extraordinary sneakyness.
Illyria: You are deceivers.
Knox: Yes, all of them. They deserve to be punished.
Illyria: ‘They.’ You don’t consider yourself part of your race.
Knox: Not any more. I’m with the King. Open the gateway. Raise your army. Wash humanity from the face of the earth and reclaim what was lost to you so many millenia ago when the world was ruled by--
Illyria: Be silent!
Knox: Right. Sorry. My bad.

Harmony: There’s some stuff you need to sign.
Gunn: I don’t think Angel wants me to be signing anything right now.
Harmony: Yeah, um, that’s what these are about.
Gunn: No body else could stomach bringing these down?
Harmony: Is it true? What they’re saying about you?
Gunn: Guess it is.
Harmony: How could you do that to your friends? To Fred?
Gunn: Because I was weak. Because I wanted to be somebody that I wasn’t. Because I don’t know where I fit. Cause I never did. Cause a thousand other reasons that don’t mean a damn cause she’s gone. She’s gone. She’s not coming back. Because of me. I did this, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Knox: Showtime.
Spike: Any seats left?
Angel: If not, we could just stand at the back.
Knox: Guys, you should scan the headlines, here. You can’t win this.
Wes: Then we all die trying.
Illyria: Why?
Angel: You want the short version? Let’s start with you walking around looking like the woman you murdered.
Illyria: You think your actions will restore her.
Angel: No.
Illyria: Yet you seek a confrontation you cannot win.
Angel: What you’re trying to do? Raise your army? Reclaim your world? Innocent people would die. Like Fred. I can’t let that happen.
Illyria: You are the protector of these creatures?
Angel: Yes.
Illyria: You’d fight for their lives.
Angel: Yes.
Illyria: Even this one?
Knox: Is that an issue? Is, is my life in peril, boss? King?
Angel: You’re about as low as it gets, Knox. But you’re a part of humanity. That isn’t always pretty, but it’s a hell of a lot better than what came before. And if it comes down to a choice between you and him? Yes, I would fight for his life. Just like any other human’s, because that’s what people do. That’s what makes us-- [gunshot] Were you even listening?
Illyria: You’ve destroyed my Kwa’hazan.
Spike: Yeah, ok. But you gotta admit, he had it coming.

Illyria: Unimpressive.

Angel: What’s the rush?
Illyria: How?
Angel: From your sarcophagus. It’s connected to you, I’m connected to it.
Illyria: Sneaky.

Illyria: My world is gone.
Wes: Now you know how I feel.

Spike: That offer still good? Send me abroad, roving agent and all?
Angel: Yeah. It’s still good.
Spike: Great. Maybe you should send Gunn. Before Wes has another poke.
Angel: You’re not leaving?
Spike: It’s what she would have wanted. It’s what I want. I don’t really like you. S’pose I never will. But this is important. What’s happening here. Fred gave her life for it. Least I can do is give what’s left of mine. The fight’s coming, Angel. We both feel it. And it’s going to be a hell of a lot bigger than Illyria. Things are gonna get ugly.

Illyria: I’ll need your help. Welsey.
Wes: If I’m going to help you find your way, you’re going to have to change. You mustn’t kill.
Illyria: You killed the Kwa’hazan. In defiance of your leader.
Wes: He murdered the woman I love.
Illyria: And that made it just.
Wes: No. It wasn’t just. I’m probably the last man in the world to teach you what’s right.
Illyria: But you will. If I abide, you will help me.
Wes: Yes.
Illyira: Because I look like her.
Wes: Yes.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief.
Wes: There’s love. There’s hope. Some, there’s hope that you’ll find something worthy. That your life will lead you to some joy. That after everything you can still be surprised.
Illyria: Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?