Illyria: [Wesley has been fatally stabbed] You'll be dead within moments.
Wes: I know.
Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now?
Wes: Yes. Thank you, yes.
[Illyria morphs into Fred]
Wes: Hello there.
Illyria: [as Fred] Oh Wesley. My Wesley.
Wes: Fred, I've missed you.
Illyria: It's gonna be okay. It won't hurt much longer and then you'll be where I am.
Illyria: We'll be together.
Wes: I-I love you.
Illyria: I love you. My love. Oh, my love.
[last lines; the gang faces an endless onslaught of demons]
Spike: And in terms of a plan?
Angel: We fight.
Spike: Bit more specific?
Angel: Well, personally, I kinda wanna slay the dragon. Let's go to work.
[Angel is thrown through a window and lands in the building lobby]
Harmony: Oh, my God!
Harmony: He's not my boyfriend! I mean... I certainly didn't betray you!
Angel: Drop the act, Harm.
Harmony: It's not an act. I'm really this nervous.
Angel: I knew you'd turn on me. I just didn't know when.
Harmony: What do you mean you knew?
Angel: Loyalty... really isn't high on your list.
Harmony: Oh, is that right? I'll have you know I am damn loyal, dumb-ass!
Angel: You betrayed me! You are betraying me now even as we are talking.
Harmony: Because you never have any confidence in me.
Angel: No. Because you have no soul.
Harmony: I would if you had confidence in me!
Angel: Get out of the building.
Harmony: Are you firing me?
Angel: Among other things, yes!
Harmony: Do you think I could get a recommendation?
Angel: Yeah, okay.
Harmony: But, see, if you don't so much live as the other thing, how will I...
Angel: It's already on the desk.
Harmony: Oh, you're the best!
Marcus Hamilton: Let me say this as clearly as I can. You cannot beat me. I am a part of them. The Wolf, Ram, and Hart. Their strength flows through my veins. My blood is filled with their ancient power.
Angel: Can you pick out the one word there you probably shouldn't have said?
Angel: This may come out a little pretentious, but... one of you will betray me.
[Spike raises his hand]
Spike: [disappointed] Oh. Can I deny you three times?
Lindsey McDonald: You don't trust me. You don't think a man can change?
Lorne: It's not about what I think. This was Angel's plan.
Lindsey McDonald: Come on. I could sing for you.
Lorne: I've heard you sing.
[Lorne suddenly pulls out a gun with a silencer and shoots Lindsey twice in his chest]
Lindsey McDonald: [shocked] Why... Why d'you...
Lorne: My one last job for Angel. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never were.
Lindsey McDonald: YOU kill me?
[collapses to the floor]
Lindsey McDonald: A flunky? I'm not just... Angel was to kill me. You? Angel...
Lorne: [sighs] Good night, folks.
[Lorne drops the gun and walks out]
[about Angel's master plan for taking down the Circle of the Black Thorn]
Lindsey McDonald: If you want me, I'm on your team.
Angel: I want you, Lindsey.
Angel: Thinkin' about rephrasing that.
Lindsey McDonald: Yeah, I think I'd be more comfortable if you did.
[facing an endless unslaught of demons]
Gunn: Okay, you take the 30,000 on the left...
Illyria: You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best.
Gunn: Then let's make it memorable.
Charles Gunn: Any word on Wes?
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
Angel: [Looking at the approaching mob of demons] Among other things.
Spike: [performing in a pub at a poetry slam] My soul is wrapped in harsh repose / Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes / But soft. Behold! A sunlight beam / Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam / My heart expands, 'tis grown a bulge in it / Inspired by your beauty... effulgent.
Audience: [standing ovation] Yeah! That was great, man!
Spike: Thank you. That was for Cecily. All right. This next one's called "The Wanton Folly of Me Mum".
Angel: I don't remember what it was like. Being human. It was too long ago.
Harmony: Not so great. Zits, dandruff, mortality. Although, I do remember... my heart. And the way it would thump when I kissed a really hot boy for the first time. That was cool.
Marcus Hamilton: Why do you keep fighting? You just signed away your role in the Shanshu. There's nothing in it for you anymore.
Angel: People like you, who don't care about anyone or anything, will never understand the people who do.
Marcus Hamilton: Yeah... but we won't care!
Lindsey McDonald: Everybody goes on about your soul, vampire with a soul. Nobody ever mentions the fact that you're really a vampire with big brass testes.
[Angel runs in to his office and finds Eve there as the building of Wolfram & Hart is tumbling around them]
Eve: What the hell is going on?
Angel: Looks like we're getting kicked out of the garden, Eve.
Eve: Where's Lindsey? Where is he?
Angel: He's not comin' for you.
Angel: Time to go.
Eve: [grim tone] Go where?
Spike: Right. First off, I'm not wearing any amulets. No bracelets, brooches, beads, pendants, pins or rings.
Illyria: I will fight. I have been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries, pull their eyes out just enough to turn them towards their mewling mutilated faces.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You're a very inspirational person.
Spike: So... if any of us makes it through this alive, does one of us get to be a real boy?
Angel: Who are you kidding, Spike? You know that none of us are gonna make it through this night alive.
Spike: Good. As long as it's not you.
Connor: What'll we do?
Angel: You go home.
Angel: This is my fight.
Connor: That's some serious macho... ah!
[building continues to collapse]
Angel: Go home, now!
Connor: They'll destroy you.
Angel: As long as I know you're okay, they can't. Go!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: The first lesson a watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do.
Marcus Hamilton: Did you really think you were gonna kill Archduke Sebassis?
Angel: No. I think I already did.
[cut to Sebassis drinking]
Angel: I spiked his drink.
[flashback showing when Angel poisoned Sebassis's slave, then cut to Sebassis dying]
Angel: I figured you were the one I needed to be alone with.
Marcus Hamilton: Why? So I could kill you?
Angel: Well, I thought the fight would be going a little better.
Marcus Hamilton: Oh.
Angel: You haven't heard a word I've said.
Angel: For, like, years back.
Lindsey McDonald: Well, you get a little speechy, alright? I breeze out.
Angel: [after drinking Hamilton's "super blood"] Wow! You really are full of it. Now... what was that you were saying about ancient power?
Gunn: What if I told you it doesn't help? What would you do if you found out that none of it matters? That it's all controlled by forces more powerful and uncaring than we can conceive and they will never let it get better down here? What would you do?
Anne Steele: I'd get this truck packed before the new stuff gets here. Wanna give me a hand?
[Spike is getting drunk in a bar populated by rough bikers]
Spike: Nice crowd.
Bartender: It can get pretty ugly in here, I gotta warn you.
Spike: What I'm after.
[drinks another shot of liquor]
Spike: A couple more shots of courage, and I may make my presence felt.
Bartender: Your funeral.
Spike: Well, I never had a proper one.
Angel: What are you doing here?
Connor: You drop by for a cup of coffee and the world's not ending? Please!
[Angel punches Hamilton in the chest who barely flinches]
Angel: Uh... did that hurt at all?
Marcus Hamilton: A little bit. But you know how it is... it comes with the job.
[Hamilton picks up Angel with one hand and tosses him across the room]
Spike: You're supposed to wear the red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy.
Marcus Hamilton: The senior partners have expended an awful lot of time and resources into you to be their key player in the Apocylapse. Personally, if it was up to me, I would have told them not to bother. You're gutter trash. That's where you should have stayed. Drinking and whoring your way through an unremarkable life. But the fates stepped in and made you a vampire... with a soul, no less. A champion. A hero to the people. And yet, you still managed to fail everyone around you. Doyle, Cordelia, Fred... dead. They're all gone. It's time you followed.