Angelus: I combed my hair!
Darla: You're getting soft.
Holtz: Whereas I'm a lot like Rambo.
Angelus: But I'm bad! Look, I'm biting Holtz's wife. See? Eeeeeevil!
Darla: Eh.

Angel: Darla, can you believe it? A beach ball! We are going to have a
beachball!
Darla: Stake me. Why won't you stake me?

Lilah: Does this blackmail video make me look fat?
Mail Clerk: Gotta go! Bye!
Lilah: God, I hate you.
Gavin Park: Yes. I hate you as well. We must now bicker.
Lilah: Must we?
Gavin Park: We must.
Lilah: Well, if we must.

Holtz: I want Angelus.
Demon: Get in line.
Holtz: No, I want to kill him. I really want to kill him. Like, totally
dead.
Demon: So, are you saying you want to kill him?

Loud Toothpaste Commercial: Wake up, Recapper, wake up! I have important
messages about oral hygiene!
Recapper: Guh! Where was I?

Wesley: Since when am I a gynecologist?
Fred: Obstetrician. You are now an obstetrician.
Wesley: Okay, fine. It's a boy. Just don't ask me how I know.
Angel: A boy? Hmm.
Vampire Fundamentalists: Hmm.
Wolfram & Hart: Hmm.
Evil White Ninja: Hmm.
Chorus of Baddies: Okay. Hand over the Damien.
Angel: Actually, I'm thinking of calling him Scott Evil. I mean, no! Stop it
or I'm getting very martial!
Baddies: Oh, rats.

Angel: Road trip?
MoG: Road trip! Road trip!
Darla: Yay.
Holtz: Angelus? Could you clear your schedule? I'm about to kill you.
Angel: Oh, rats. 

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