Season 1

Buffy: "Who are you?"
Angel: "Let's just say I'm a friend."
Buffy: "Well, maybe I don't want a friend!"
Angel: "I didn't say I was yours."

Angel: "They really don't like me dropping in."
Buffy: "Why not?"
Angel: "They really don't like me."

Buffy: "Angel, do you snore?"
Angel: "I don't know. It's been a long time since anyone's been in a position to let me know."

Buffy: "I invited you into my home, and you attacked my family."
Angel: "Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends and their friends' children for a hundred years. I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart."

Xander: "You were looking at my neck."
Angel: "What?"
Xander: "You were checking out my neck, I saw that."
Angel: "No, I wasn't."
Xander: "Just keep your distance, pal."
Angel: "I wasn't looking at your neck."
Xander: "I told you to eat before we left."

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Season 2

Angel: "See? Whenever we fight, you always bring up the vampire thing."

Angel: "'Danced with' is a pretty loose term. 'Mated with' might be a little closer."

Angel: "We found some of them."
Buffy: "You mean, like, two of the three?"
Angel: "I mean, like, some of them. Like parts."

Angel: "I had to see if he was buying it or not."
Xander: "And if he bit me, what then?"
Angel: "We would have known he bought it."

Angel: "Things used to be pretty simple. Hundred years, just hanging out, feeling guilty, really honed my brooding skills. Then she comes along. Yeah, I get jealous."

Xander: "Yeah, I'm gonna' have to go with Dead Boy on this one."
Angel: "Would you not call me that?"

Buffy: "We're having this thing at school."
Angel: "Career week?"
Buffy: "How did you know?"
Angel: "I lurk."

Willy: "I'm livin' right, Angel."
Angel: "Sure you are, Willy...and I'm takin' up sunbathing."

Angel: "You know, I'm a little rusty when it comes to killing humans. It could take a while."

Spike: "I'll see him die soon enough. I've never been much for the pre-show."
Angel: "Too bad. That's what Drusilla likes best, as I recall."

Angel: "I'll hunt."
Buffy: "Really? You'd do that?"
Angel: "Not like I have an early day tomorrow."

Giles: "Seems Buffy needed some rest."
Angel: "Yeah, she hasn't been sleeping well, tossing and turning."
Everyone: "..."
Angel: "She told me! 'Cause of her dreams?"

Angel: "I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop."

Spike: "Do you know what happens to Angel?"
Angelus: "Well, he moves to New York and tries to fulfill that Broadway dream. Tough sledding, but one day, he's working in the chorus when the big star twists her ankle."

Spike: "Hurts, doesn't it?"
Angelus: "Well, you know, kind of itches a little."
Spike: "Don't just stand there. Burn him!"
Angelus: "Gee, maybe he's broken."

Spike: "No more of this 'I've got a soul' crap?"
Angelus: "What can I say, hmm? I was going through a phase."

Buffy: "It is a big deal!"
Angelus: "It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, the dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy! It's not like I've never been there before."

Xander: "Don't do that!"
Angelus: "Oh, I think I'd do that."

Jenny: "He's not Angel anymore. Are you?"
Angelus: "Wrong. I am Angel. At last."

Angelus: "I got a message for Buffy."
Buffy: "Then why don't you give it to me yourself."
Angelus: "Oh, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends."

Drusilla: "Oh, Angel, it's still warm."
Angelus: "I knew you'd like it. I found it in a quaint little shopgirl."

Angelus: "Dear Buffy. I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards."
Spike: "Why don't you rip her lungs out? That might make an impression."
Angelus: "Lacks...poetry."

Angelus: "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments: the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."

Spike: "I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru!"
Angelus: "Why not? Already bathes ya', carries ya' around and changes ya' like a child."

Angelus: "Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone...and teacher makes three."

Angelus: "You know, you being off your game's kind of taking the fun out of all this." (Hits Buffy) "Nope, still fun!"

Xander: "Visiting hours are over."
Angel: "Well, I'm pretty much family."

Angelus: "Things change, Spikey. You gotta' roll with the punches. Well, actually, you've pretty much got that part down."

Drusilla: "I'll sleep naked. Like the animals."
Angelus: "You know, I'm suddenly liking this plan."

Angelus: "Fun fact about wasps. They have no taste for the undead."

Angelus: "I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. Gotta' travel light."

Gage: "What a psycho bitch, man."
Angelus: "Gotta be talking about Buffy.

Angelus: "Acathla turned to stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried where neither man nor demon would want to look...unless, of course, they're putting up low-rent housing."

Angelus: "My friends, we're about to make history...end."

Angel: "I wanna' learn from you."
Whistler: "All right."
Angel: "But I don't wanna' dress like you."

Angelus: "Gosh, I was hoping we could get back together. What do you think, do we have a shot?"
Buffy: "..."
Angelus: "All right, we'll fight."

Giles: "What do you want?"
Angelus: "I want to torture you. I used to love it. It's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chain saws."

Angelus: "You could probably tell me what I'm doing wrong. But, honestly, I sort of hope you don't...'cause I really want to torture you."

Giles: "In order...to be worthy...you must perform the ritual...in a tutu. Pillock!"
Angelus: "All right, someone get the chain saw."

Angelus: (to Spike) "Keep out of it, Sit-n-Spin!"

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Season 3

Buffy: "How did you find me here?"
Angel: "If I was blind I would see you."
Buffy: "Stay with me?"
Angel: "Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me."

Buffy: "How are you feeling?"
Angel: "It hurts. Less."

Joyce: "You get out of this house, or I will stake you myself."
Spike: "You're a very bad man."
Angel: "Joyce, you can't trust him. Invite me in. [to Spike] You touch her and I'll cut your head off."

Angelus: "A man playing at cards should have a natural intelligence or a great deal of money, and you're sadly lacking in both."

Margaret: "Sir! My son!"
Angelus: "He'll make a fine dessert."

Angel: "I heard about this. People are talking. People are even talking to me."

Angel: "It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps. And I loved you."
Buffy: "Why?"
Angel: "'Cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe, to warm it with my own."
Buffy: "That's beautiful. Or taken literally, incredibly gross."
Angel: "I was just thinking that, too."

Buffy: "Actually, I do have a thing."
Angel: "A thing? A date?"
Buffy: "Nice attempt at casual. Actually, I do have a date. Older man. Very handsome. Likes it when I call him Daddy."
Angel: "Your father. It is your father, right?"

Buffy: "It's sweet and thoughtful, and full of neat words to learn and say like 'wilt' and 'henceforth'."
Angel: "Then why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?"

Faith: "Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't really a one-Slayer guy."
Angel: "Sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you, it's... Actually, it is that I don't trust you."

Angel: "You want to go the long way around, hey, I can do that. I'm not getting any older."

Buffy: "How's she doing?"
Angel: "It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall."

Angel: "Buffy, I... something's happened that... Willow's dead. Hey, Willow. Wait a second."

Mayor: "Now, then, Angelus... may I call you Angel?"
Angel: "Well, actually, I'm thinking more along the lines of you calling me Master."

Mayor: "I see you're admiring my letter opener."
Angel: "Well, actually, I was thinking of stabbing you through the heart with it."

Mayor: "Torture Buffy. Killing her's fine, just make it a slow one."
Angel: "My favorite kind."

Angel: "You know, I never properly thanked you for sending me to Hell."
Buffy: "No..."
Angel: "Yeah, and I'm just wondering, where do I start? Card? Fruit basket, huh? Evisceration?"

Angel: "Yeah, I know what you're thinking. Maybe there's still some good deep down inside of me that remembers and loves you, if only you could reach me. Then again, we have reality."

Faith: "I'm the world's best actor."
Angel: "Second best."

Angel: "Hey, I love you. Even if you're covered with slime."

Angel: "A lot of things that seem strong, and good, and powerful -- they can be painful."
Buffy: "Like, say, immortality?"
Angel: "Exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that."
Buffy: "Funny."
Angel: "I'm a funny guy."

Buffy: "Do you get the feeling that we're kind of in a rut?"
Angel: "Rut?"
Buffy: "You never take me anyplace new."
Angel: "What about that fire-demon nest in the cave by the beach? Thought that was a nice change of pace."

Joyce: "You don't drink? Beverages, I mean."
Angel: "No, I do. It's just the caffeine. It makes me jittery."

Buffy: "I always say a patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers."
Angel: "I'm sure I saw him come down here."
Buffy: "Couldn't we just let this be the vamp that got away? We could say he was this big."
Angel: "What can I say? I need closure."
Buffy: "You need clothes. You don't have a tuxedo."
Angel: "Since when did patrolling go black tie?"

[Angel arrives, tripping over a few things as he enters]
Buffy: "Stealthy."
Angel: "Not my best entrance."

Angel: "Are you mad at me for being around too much, or for not being around enough?"

Angel: "I can't leave you. I was wrong. I need you."
Willow: "Oh! You mean you need Buffy!"
Angel: "Willow?"

Mayor: "Murderous little fiend. Did you see what she did to my Faith?"
Angel: "Hadn't made any plans to weep over that one."

Angel: "At the hospital, he was grieving. Seriously crazed and not just in a homicidal-I-want-to-be-a-demon way."

Xander: "I'm still Key Guy, right?"
Buffy: "Right."
Xander: "Great. Then Angel, in his non-Key Guy capacity, can work with me."
Angel: "What fun."

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Season 4

Giles: "I'm glad that you're watching out for her, but I feel that I should remind you that she's not helpless and it's not your job to keep her safe."
Angel: "It's not yours anymore, either. You going to walk away?"

Angel: "Willow, I'm here to protect Buffy. I don't have a whole lot of time for personal stuff."
Willow: "Right. Well, how can I help?"
Angel: "Well, if you can tell me... who's that guy?"

Buffy: "He won't hurt anybody. Tell him!"
Angel: "Might hurt you."
Riley: "Oh, please try."
Angel: "Huh, some threat. You can barely stand."
Riley: "My trigger finger feels okay."
Angel: "You actually sleep with this guy?"

Buffy: "Okay, that's enough! I see one more display of testosterone poisoning and I will personally put you both in the hospital! Anybody think I'm exaggerating?"
Angel: "He started--"

Buffy: "Okay. I come to see you, to help you, and you treat me like I'm just . . . your ex."
Angel: "Well, technically--"
Buffy: "Shut up! And then you order me out of *your* city and then you come here and start pounding on my boyfriend?! I would really like to know what the HELL are you trying to do?!
Angel: "I was trying to make things better."
[Buffy sees the funny side and they both start laughing]
Angel: "Heh. Well. (chuckles) It's a . . . going pretty good, don't you think?"

Angel: "He wasn't real forthcoming with the benefit of the doubt."

Angel: "Oh, and... Riley?"
Buffy: "Yeah?"
Angel: "I don't like him."