Compiled by Kristina

Wes: As long as we’re very careful. Before Angelus was ensouled, his viciousness was mythic. You all know his history.
Fred: Killing, maiming, torture…
Lorne: Puppies nailed to walls — thank you, Cordelia, for that lovely image — but I think that brings us up to speed.

Wes: You’ll have to forgive the accommodations. The last time you were free, you terrorized Sunnydale.
Angelus: That Slayer… she’s a pistol.

Angelus: Hey, open book. Anything you want to know. How sweet that virgin gypsy tasted, the special smell of a newborn’s neck. My first nun— now that’s a great story.
Wes: We could start there.
Angelus: Don’t be coy, Wes. You’re just dying to know about the big beastie. Fire away.
Wes: All right. Did you know the Beast?
Angelus: Well, now that’s a question. Not a great question. Not even an insightful question. Not a Wyndam-Pryce-worthy question.
Wes: If you knew the Beast, why wouldn’t Angel remember?
Angelus: I don’t know. Maybe he doesn’t remember the good times. Maybe he won’t let himself. So like him. Here’s one for you. What’s the deal with Angel and the Raiders of the Lost Ark?
Wes: The movie?
Angelus: The perfect-day fantasy he came up with. Caves, booby traps… the requisite phallic sword.

Cordy: He distorts everything. He lies with the truth. It’s part of what makes him so dangerous.

Angelus: You know, you’re not fooling anyone. Get some new clothes, cool haircut, hit the gym… you’re still the same loser none of the other kids wanted to sit with at lunch.

Angelus: Eats you up inside, doesn’t it? Seeing all those idiots flock around him, calling him a champion. Anyone ever call you a champion?
Wes: I do my part.
Angelus: Right. Like letting Lilah suck Lorne’s brain. Or here’s an oldy but a goody… Faith. Good job being her Watcher. She turned out to be a peach.

Angelus: Oh, god, yeah! Let’s talk about Cordy, shall we? Huh? Now there’s a rack to write home about. Too bad about the personality, though. Yap, yap, yap, yap.

Angelus: Othello and Desdemona. My favorite couple. Oh, wait. Desdemona wasn’t in love with the other guy. So much for “stand by your man”.

Lorne: Oh, for the love of Mike Tyson!

Angelus: Is that my shirt?
Connor: Not anymore.

Angelus: Darla felt the same way. Made her sick, you squirming inside her, so she jammed a stake into her own heart just so she wouldn’t have to hear your first whiny breath.

Angelus: And now my boy’s in love… all hearts and flowers. But doesn’t it freak you out that she used to change your diapers? I mean, when you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you’ve ever had to a mother. Doing your mom and trying to kill your dad… hmm, there should be a play.

Cordy: You know what it means to be a champion.
Angelus: I’m trying so hard to forget.

Wes: Very interesting. At some point the Beast will appear?

Cordy: Connor? The sun should be up. It’s different, isn’t it? Dead demons are just a big blob of oozing mess. Vampires turn into dust like they were never anything at all. But humans… it’s different.
Connor: That’s not…
Cordy: What?
Connor: The family…

Gunn: You getting anything off him?
Lorne: Let me put it this way, moonpie. You don’t want to know.

Cordy: What you don’t get, Angelus, is that you’re nobody. Just a disease. And Angel can’t wait to be rid of you.