Compiled by: Kristina

Groo: "Sunburst splendor" is a hue more worthy of a champion. Or perhaps this unique one called...Purr-Pleh.
Angel: Purple. And yet you had no problem pronouncing "Pomegranate."
Groo: It was my mother's name.

Angel: Don't know why I bought this for him. A whim, I guess... Thought he'd like to look at it. The snow. Doesn't ever snow in Southern California.
Cordy: Did, once.

Cordy: Tried soaking it out, tried scrubbing it out... No question, we got ring around the lobby. I say we toss in the towel and buy a big ass throw rug. Who's with me?

Lorne: Big brouhaha at the juice bar across the street. Only, light on the "ha ha." Some guy over there's cracking up.

Kid: Look out! Dude's got Ebola or something--
Groo: This "Ebola" is a weapon? Forged in magic?
Lorne: Forged in monkey poo.

Lorne: Not really the hunter-type. Couldn't I just come along and cheerlead?

Groo: This weapon will serve me better.
Angel: Little big for our purposes, isn't it?
Groo: I have had no complaints.

Lorne: I warned you, Angel-face. You mess with powers of darkness--
Angel: There's a price to pay. I know. There's always a price. Question is... Is it one worth paying?
Lorne: So... Was this?
Angel: That spell I did was for nothing. I didn't find my son. Now he's gone forever. So, you ask me, was it worth it? Would I do it again? In a heartbeat. Because he was my son.

Fred: God... I hate this...
Gunn: I'm with you... That creepy crawler was seriously messed up. With those feelers or whatever sticking out of its face... slithering around like a worm with its slimy--
Fred: N-no, Charles... I meant... I hate going through these books.
Gunn: Oh. Oh, yeah. Books. That's...rough.

Fred: I mean, ask me to research stuff on wave-particle dualities or the Schrodinger Equation and I'm a hellcat. But this...

Gunn: We'll manage. Not sayin' I don't prefer something I can punch... but I think we can handle once little slug from hell.

Angel: But at least we have one advantage.
Cordy: What, they glow in the dark? How's that supposed to help us, unless we shut off all the lights in the holy crap you're not serious.

Gavin: Not that I'm questioning your loyalty, Lilah, but are you sure that's what Linwood really wants? - I'm just saying. Angel kidnapped and tortured him. It's only natural that Linwood would have some unresolved feelings towards the guy who nearly stuck a spike through his eye.
Lilah: What did he say, Gavin?
Gavin: Let 'em die. Let 'em *all* die.
Lilah: Hmm. Maybe the old man has guts after all.
Gavin: Oh, and then there was the part about you overstepping your bounds. About how you'd have to pay for the unauthorized ops out of your salary, and, of course, how he can't trust you any more and... Oh right, that he'd deal with you when he got back. I don't know what he meant by that, but - I'm not ahead of the game.

Cordy: Do you hear something?
Lorne: Sorry, cupcake. All I'm picking up's the loud, erratic thumping of the heart in my mouth.

Lorne: Y'know, this space is one part hum, two parts dinger.

Gunn: What, we're gonna have a drink now? Did you hear what I said? She's dying!
Wes: I was dying. I knew it laying in that dirty field, life pouring out of my throat. Do you know why I fought to stay alive?
Gunn: Wes, I don't have time--!
Wes: I needed to live to see my friends again. To explain to the people I trusted... and loved... my side of what happened.
Gunn: We know what--
Wes: You don't know anything.

Angel: Groo. Damsel in distress. You know the drill.

Groo: You are truly a goddess.
Cordy: Well, demonness, anyway. Sure beats horns and a tail.
Lorne: Hey. I'm standing right here.

Gunn: Okay, so I took off when those things started coming outta the floor. I mean, it's not like I was running out on you. I was... Look, somebody I care about was dying and I just couldn't sit around and debate strategy. I saw an opportunity to... to... get some kinda help... Hey, I did what I had to do. And if you don't get that--
Angel: I think I get it.
Gunn: Yeah. Guess you do.

Fred: The Destroyer! I remember... The Destroyer's coming...
Cordy: Right. We got that. Any idea when?
Fred: Um... I think...Now.