LORNE : Oh ! you know what I'm talking about. In this city you better learn to get along. Because LA's got it all : The glamour and the grit, the big breaks and the heartaches, the sweet young lovers and the nasty, ugly, hairy fiends that suck out your brain through your face. It's all part of the big wacky variety show we call … Los Angeles. You never know what's coming next. And lets admit it folks : Isn't that why we love it ?

CORDY(joue) : No. You can't. You're everything to me. I'm nothing without you baby. Nothing.
JOHNNY: Ow. Hey, ow,  she hits me!
CORDY: I threw that in myself. She seems so spineless. Begging this creep not to dump her.
JOHNNY : Hey, where does it say that she hits me ?

ANGEL(regarde le miroir et le casse): Huh. No reflection. I'll fix that.

DIRECTEUR: That guy has horns.
ANGEL: Steroids. Not good for you.

CORDY: You don't have to work out. You're eternal.
ANGEL: I may not always be.

ANGEL: You got your steam. You got your sauna. You got fresh towels. I mean, how bad could it be?
CORDY: You had shower with a lot of men.
ANGEL: I'll always be a loner.

LILAH : Of course if you don't sign we'll sue your ass off and kill your children. -Just kidding, Donald. No one wants a law suit.

LILAH (à Lindsey): You're not handicapped, you're handi-capable.

DARLA: Hmm. He's here.
LILAH: Chopin?
LINDSEY: Angel.

CORDY: Don't yell like that! You'll scare him.
WESLEY: Scare him?
CORDY: Dennis is very sensitive. He's just trying to help! He's more a person than a g-h-o-s-t.

ANGEL: Ancient Ofga-beast, bred to maim and massacre.
CORDY: Oh, goody. A pit bull.

CORDY: Maybe it's time we pay your stoolie a little visit. Make with the chin-music until he canaries. I've been watching a little noir festival on Bravo.

WESLEY: Hello, Merl.
CORDY : Cat got your tongue, Merl?
MERL: I don't have a tongue.
CORDY: Oh.

Angel: I don't sing.
Host: Neither does Mordar the Bentback! That cat's a foghorn on two legs.

Cordy à Wes: Who is this guy?
Wes: He's, uh, anagogic.
Cordy: Really? He looks like he's eating enough.
Wes: Psychic.

ANGEL : There are three things I don't do: Tan, date and sing in public.

ANGEL: You ever hear of a Prio Motu?
GUNN: Is that like a '62 Chevy with the big cam? Alright. I could have just said no.
ANGEL: It's a warrior demon. He was living down here.
GUNN: Well, isn't that nice? I thought all we had to dodge was roaches and vampires!

GUNN : This Prio Motu guy, what was he up to?
ANGEL: He was protecting a young pregnant woman.
GUNN: He was on our side?
ANGEL: Yeah.
GUNN: Well, did you find the scumbag that killed him?
ANGEL: I'm the scumbag that killed him.
GUNN: Oh.

ANGEL : I can kill this thing, right?
FEMME: Yes!
ANGEL: You're sure? You don't  think  he might be good?
FEMME: Kill it!

CORDY: Who is it?
GUNN: Gunn.
WESLEY: What was that?
CORDY: Something about a gun. What if it's a demon with a gun?
WESLEY: Listen up, whoever you are, we are well armed and we know how to do battle, so if you know what's good for you...
GUNN: My name is Gunn. Angel sent me.

 CORDY : He's a great guy with a really fly street tag.
WESLEY: What's he fly?
CORDY: It's how they know you on the street, dorko. Gun. It really lets them know you mean business.
GUNN: It's my name. Charles Gunn. Two N.
CORDY: Oh, lord, will no one shut me up?

CORDY: You can't see everything. You're just a vampire like everyone else... That didn't come out right.
ANGEL: I thought I was out of the tunnel.
CORDY: Sure you did... because the tunnel is, you know, it's something we all... Are we talking real tunnel or symbolic? Just give me that much.
ANGEL: I…I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, that some day I might become human.  That light was so bright, I thought I was already out.
CORDY: Yeah. We all got a little cocky, didn't we? It's gonna be a long while.

ANGEL: I had to sing Barry Manilow.
FAITH: You're kidding.
ANGEL: In front of people.
FAITH: And here I am talking about my petty little problems.
ANGEL: Just wanted to give you a little perspective.