Compiled by Kristina

Connor: Freeze the moment, dad. It'll last forever.

Bald Vamp: I see Angel left you a little toy toy, huh?

Fred: He's lost the mission, bro.
Gunn: Well, we're about to loose this whole place and you know you can't say bro.

Gunn: Getting information is a finesse job. He's a blunt instrument!

Gunn: Fred, Wesley doesn't give a damn about us.
Fred: Have we given him a reason to?
Gunn: He's made his choice. Now he has to life with it.

Lilah: Snack break's over. Time I get back to work.
Wes: And Wolfram and Hart does its best work after dark.
Lilah: Sun's bad for your complexion. Ask Angel.

Justine: The great Wesley Wyndham-Price, the shining beacon of all that's good and pure. But wait, no! That's before he started banging the enemy and keeping slave-girl in his closet.
Wes: You were always a slave, Justine. You just couldn't see the chains.
Justine: Thanks, Swami, I'll meditate on that.

Wes: I'll take away your bucket.

Lorne: Oh, I'm sorry, hon, I've been booked out the wha and past the zoo. If I get any hotter they'll have to stamp me out.

Linwood: Young Gavin's had a breakthrough with the psychics.
Lilah: Brain boys finally earning their keep. So, where is he?
Gavin: Well, I haven't pinpointed his exact location yet, but I have ascertained that he's safe and immobilized.
Lilah: Really. Maybe you can lead them in a rousing chant and get them to muster up a little more vague.

Justine: Congratulations. You're the *big* hero. Maybe your friends will throw you a party. I wonder what the cake's gonna look...

Angel: Life should be beautiful and bright. But, no matter how hard I try, everything I touch - turns to ashes.

Lorne: You wanna bitch-slap sour-puss over there for practice? I'm your cheering section.

Linwood: Lilah, this is *my* corner of the sky. *I* decide when the sun rises and when it sets. Lack of long-term vision has always been one of your shortcomings.
Lilah: And lack of courage has always been one of yours. You're afraid - of Angel and his son. And that's the reason for your daring strategy of 'wait and see', isn't it? You're afraid. And fear breeds weakness.

Fred: I can't imagine what you've been through, Connor, being taken away by Holtz, raised in that place. It must have been horrible. I know you're still hurting but - I promise, it's not nearly as much as you're gonna hurt for what you did to your father.

Wes: You can continue to be a slave, Justine - or you can live your life. Your choice.

Connor: He got what he deserved.
Fred: And how soon before we deserved it?

Angel: So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish. Went mad with hunger. Hallucinated a whole bunch.
Connor: You deserved worse.
Angel: Because I killed Holtz? Except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy offshore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually, he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick. Just to make you hate me.
Connor: Even if - you still deserved it.

Angel: What you did to me - was unbelievable, Connor. But then I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so three months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective - but I did get time to think. About us, about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world was what it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be. I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.

Cordy: God, I am so bored.