Angel Quotes
[Incorporeal Spike walks through a gray wall to follow Angel.]
Spike: Running away again.
Angel turns around and keeps walking, Spike not too far behind.
Spike: Nice new M.O. I can see why heros like you get rewarded with the shiny new glass and chrome. Why didn't I think of that?
Angel: [Still walking] I'm not responsible for what happened to you.
Harmony: Angel it's almost 3: 00 you have a meeting...
Angel: [interrupting with a hand out and still walking] Not now, Harmony.
Spike: And here you've even managed to get my ex-tumble, the littlest vampire, fetching coffee for you. Nice perks for the sell-out.
Angel: [Stops walking but still not facing Spike] A little tip, Spike. Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
Spike: [walks in front of Angel] I'm not the prat here. I know you Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.
Angel: Not gonna happen. [Moves to walk away again]
Spike: What? You think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more in control than I am. Except I'm not going to bloody stand for it while you're just a blind...Groxlar Beast.
Angel: What?
[Spikes stares behind Angel. Angel sees the Groxlar walking out of the elevator. He fights it. During the fight Spike punches the Groxlar's head but his arm goes through it.]
Spike: Oh, brilliant.
[The fight continues and Angel kills the beast.]
Angel: [sighs] Okay. Somebody want to tell me how a Groxlar Beast got past security? I don't have tim
Spike: Running away again.
Angel turns around and keeps walking, Spike not too far behind.
Spike: Nice new M.O. I can see why heros like you get rewarded with the shiny new glass and chrome. Why didn't I think of that?
Angel: [Still walking] I'm not responsible for what happened to you.
Harmony: Angel it's almost 3: 00 you have a meeting...
Angel: [interrupting with a hand out and still walking] Not now, Harmony.
Spike: And here you've even managed to get my ex-tumble, the littlest vampire, fetching coffee for you. Nice perks for the sell-out.
Angel: [Stops walking but still not facing Spike] A little tip, Spike. Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
Spike: [walks in front of Angel] I'm not the prat here. I know you Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.
Angel: Not gonna happen. [Moves to walk away again]
Spike: What? You think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more in control than I am. Except I'm not going to bloody stand for it while you're just a blind...Groxlar Beast.
Angel: What?
[Spikes stares behind Angel. Angel sees the Groxlar walking out of the elevator. He fights it. During the fight Spike punches the Groxlar's head but his arm goes through it.]
Spike: Oh, brilliant.
[The fight continues and Angel kills the beast.]
Angel: [sighs] Okay. Somebody want to tell me how a Groxlar Beast got past security? I don't have tim
TV Show: Angel
Spike: [re: Wesley] We got a history, him and me.
Fred: What?
Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy, when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call, battle of wills...and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole—
Fred: My God...you're so full of crap.
Spike: Yeah. OK.
Fred: What?
Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy, when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call, battle of wills...and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole—
Fred: My God...you're so full of crap.
Spike: Yeah. OK.
TV Show: Angel
Nina: How would you--you're not a monster, too, are you?
Fred: Nope. Standard-issue science nerd. I did spend five years in a demon dimension...till Angel saved me.
Nina: Guess he saves a lot of girls, huh?
Fred: Girls, guys...puppies. He's pretty much an equal-opportunity saver.
Fred: Nope. Standard-issue science nerd. I did spend five years in a demon dimension...till Angel saved me.
Nina: Guess he saves a lot of girls, huh?
Fred: Girls, guys...puppies. He's pretty much an equal-opportunity saver.
TV Show: Angel
Spike: I had a wee spat with a werewolf myself once. Fought for over an hour. Brutal. Vicious. I almost lost my—
Fred: Angel killed him with a pen.
Fred: Angel killed him with a pen.
TV Show: Angel
Fred: [about Nina's abduction] The scariest thing was how organized they were. Almost military.
Wesley: An underground monster-hunting military organization. It's happened before.
Wesley: An underground monster-hunting military organization. It's happened before.
TV Show: Angel
Lorne: Whoa! Watch it there! Just passing by and got splashed with a heap of grouchy. Got to tell you, Angelkins, that extra weight is not looking so good on you. [Angel looks down at his belly] I'm talking about psychic pounds, pumpkin. Why don't you consider me the Jenny Craig for the soul, huh? So let's hear it.
Angel: I'm not gonna sing.
Lorne: Couldn't bear it if you did. No, it's talking you need... or maybe a shoulder to—
Angel: I'm not gonna cry either.
Lorne: I was going to a leaning place. OK, Atlas, how about a shrug? Look, so you got the weight of the world. Burden, sure, but breaking news it ain't.
Angel: Listen, Lorne, this isn't a good time.
Lorne: No. No, it never is. Spike showing up your first day in the Wolfram & Hart saddle, took the jolly right out of the rancher. But we've been feeling it ever since then, Angelcakes.
Angel: OK, so it's no secret. I don't like the guy.
Angel: I'm not gonna sing.
Lorne: Couldn't bear it if you did. No, it's talking you need... or maybe a shoulder to—
Angel: I'm not gonna cry either.
Lorne: I was going to a leaning place. OK, Atlas, how about a shrug? Look, so you got the weight of the world. Burden, sure, but breaking news it ain't.
Angel: Listen, Lorne, this isn't a good time.
Lorne: No. No, it never is. Spike showing up your first day in the Wolfram & Hart saddle, took the jolly right out of the rancher. But we've been feeling it ever since then, Angelcakes.
Angel: OK, so it's no secret. I don't like the guy.
TV Show: Angel
Gunn: So...werewolf girl. Think you got a shot?
Angel: She gave me a look.
Wesley: Really? A look?
Angel: She gave me a look.
Wesley: Really? A look?
TV Show: Angel
Spike: You're right. I do deserve to go to Hell. But not today. [he punches Pavayne]
Pavayne: You dare!
Spike: Quite a bit, mate. Reality bends to desire. That was it, right? That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough. [his clothes rematerialize] And guess what I want to do now, you prissy son of a bitch!
Pavayne: You dare!
Spike: Quite a bit, mate. Reality bends to desire. That was it, right? That's why I could touch Fred, write your name in the glass. All I had to do was want it bad enough. [his clothes rematerialize] And guess what I want to do now, you prissy son of a bitch!
TV Show: Angel
Angel: I just want you to be careful, Fred, because I know how charming Spike can be.
Eve: He is quite the dish, with those eyes...
Fred: And the hair and the cheeks and--what do you think I am, stupid? I know he's been playing me with the looks and the smiles. I'm not some idiot schoolgirl with a crush.
Angel: Then what is it?
Fred: It's about doing what's right. Remember?
Eve: He is quite the dish, with those eyes...
Fred: And the hair and the cheeks and--what do you think I am, stupid? I know he's been playing me with the looks and the smiles. I'm not some idiot schoolgirl with a crush.
Angel: Then what is it?
Fred: It's about doing what's right. Remember?
TV Show: Angel
Lorne: Holy tornado, it's true!
Spike: Yeah, it was amazing! Angel went right off on the mail guy.
Lorne: Oh this must've been one major smackdown!
Angel: There was no smacking!
Lorne: That's not the hubbub I'm hearing, honey buns. Word on the web has you sucker punching Grandpa Moses.
Angel: The web?
Lorne: Don't sweat it, sweetie pie. I've got my flack-catcher spinnin' this into PR gold. And once the word spreads that you beat up an innocent old man, the truly terrible will think twice before goin' toe to toe with our Avenging Angel.
Spike: Yes. The geriatric community will be soilin' their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo!
Spike: Yeah, it was amazing! Angel went right off on the mail guy.
Lorne: Oh this must've been one major smackdown!
Angel: There was no smacking!
Lorne: That's not the hubbub I'm hearing, honey buns. Word on the web has you sucker punching Grandpa Moses.
Angel: The web?
Lorne: Don't sweat it, sweetie pie. I've got my flack-catcher spinnin' this into PR gold. And once the word spreads that you beat up an innocent old man, the truly terrible will think twice before goin' toe to toe with our Avenging Angel.
Spike: Yes. The geriatric community will be soilin' their nappies when they hear you're on the case. Bravo!
TV Show: Angel
Gunn: Still not sure why Blondie Ghost tagged along.
Spike: Not much choice really, is there? Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Wesley: Yeah, remind me again how you ended up in the front seat.
Spike: Called shotgun, mate.
Wesley: Oh. [pulls up a shotgun] I thought we were doing a weapons check.
Gunn: Nothing wrong with that. [pulls up an axe] We may need these bad boys if we're going up against some Mexican Day of the Dead heart-sucking monster.
Wesley: Angel, the church we're looking for is about half a mile... [Angel suddenly spins the car around in a 180]
Spike: Always was a bit of a drama queen.
Spike: Not much choice really, is there? Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.
Wesley: Yeah, remind me again how you ended up in the front seat.
Spike: Called shotgun, mate.
Wesley: Oh. [pulls up a shotgun] I thought we were doing a weapons check.
Gunn: Nothing wrong with that. [pulls up an axe] We may need these bad boys if we're going up against some Mexican Day of the Dead heart-sucking monster.
Wesley: Angel, the church we're looking for is about half a mile... [Angel suddenly spins the car around in a 180]
Spike: Always was a bit of a drama queen.
TV Show: Angel
Angel: You're starting to feel it, aren't you? How close you are now... to hell?
Spike: What if I am? Not like it's such a big, bleeding deal, is it? If a ponce like you could break out—
Angel: I never escaped from hell. All I got was a short reprieve. Not even sure how I managed that.
Spike: Oh, put your martyr away, Mahatma. Fred told me all about your great, shining prophecy. Pile up all your good deeds and get the big brass ring handed to you like everything else.
Angel: Except for one small catch. The prophecy's a bunch of bull. They all are. Nothing's written in stone or fated to happen, Spike. You save the world, you end up running an evil law firm.
Spike: Or playin' Casper with one foot in the fryer.
Angel: You think any of it matters? The things we did? The lives we destroyed. That's all that's ever gonna count. So, yeah, surprise. You're going to hell. We both are.
Spike: Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference...
Angel: What else are we gonna do?
Spike: So that’s it, then. I really am going to burn.
Angel: Welcome to the club.
Spike: Least I got company, eh? You and me, together again. Hope and Crosby. Stills and Nash. Chico and the --
Angel: Yeah, are we done?
Spike: Never much for small talk, were you? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block-of-wood mystique. God, I love that.
Angel: Not as much as I loved your nonstop yammering.
Spike: The way you always had to be the big swingy, swaggerin’ around, barkin’ orders...
Angel: Never listening...
Spike: Always interrupting...
Angel: And your hair. What color do they call that, radioactive?
Spike: Never much cared for you, Liam, even when we were evil.
Angel: Cared
Spike: What if I am? Not like it's such a big, bleeding deal, is it? If a ponce like you could break out—
Angel: I never escaped from hell. All I got was a short reprieve. Not even sure how I managed that.
Spike: Oh, put your martyr away, Mahatma. Fred told me all about your great, shining prophecy. Pile up all your good deeds and get the big brass ring handed to you like everything else.
Angel: Except for one small catch. The prophecy's a bunch of bull. They all are. Nothing's written in stone or fated to happen, Spike. You save the world, you end up running an evil law firm.
Spike: Or playin' Casper with one foot in the fryer.
Angel: You think any of it matters? The things we did? The lives we destroyed. That's all that's ever gonna count. So, yeah, surprise. You're going to hell. We both are.
Spike: Then why even bother? Try to do the right thing, make a difference...
Angel: What else are we gonna do?
Spike: So that’s it, then. I really am going to burn.
Angel: Welcome to the club.
Spike: Least I got company, eh? You and me, together again. Hope and Crosby. Stills and Nash. Chico and the --
Angel: Yeah, are we done?
Spike: Never much for small talk, were you? Always too busy trying to perfect that brooding block-of-wood mystique. God, I love that.
Angel: Not as much as I loved your nonstop yammering.
Spike: The way you always had to be the big swingy, swaggerin’ around, barkin’ orders...
Angel: Never listening...
Spike: Always interrupting...
Angel: And your hair. What color do they call that, radioactive?
Spike: Never much cared for you, Liam, even when we were evil.
Angel: Cared
TV Show: Angel
Gunn: [researching from a book] Got it. The dark soul.
Angel: What's it say?
Gunn: A lot. There are over 3,200 different references. Four of them are about you.
Angel: What? Give me that.
Wes: This is getting us nowhere.
Angel: Let me see this. [reading] Well, that's not fair. I didn't even have a soul when I did that.
Angel: What's it say?
Gunn: A lot. There are over 3,200 different references. Four of them are about you.
Angel: What? Give me that.
Wes: This is getting us nowhere.
Angel: Let me see this. [reading] Well, that's not fair. I didn't even have a soul when I did that.
TV Show: Angel
Spike: No. I'm not gonna end up like Pavayne--cheating Hell any way he could, no matter who it hurt.
Fred: Just proves what I've been telling everybody.
Spike: That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?
Fred: That you're worth saving.
Fred: Just proves what I've been telling everybody.
Spike: That I'm a handsome devil who brightens the place up?
Fred: That you're worth saving.
TV Show: Angel
Knox: And how do you know your spell-casters didn't screw up the payload?
Wesley: Because I went over the work and I got that knowing feeling you get when you know something.
Wesley: Because I went over the work and I got that knowing feeling you get when you know something.
TV Show: Angel
Angel: Look, Lorne...I have things. I'm busy. [Lorne stares] I'm brooding.
Lorne: [Turns around to see television is on.] Oh, you're watching hockey!
Angel: Yeah, but my team is losing.
Lorne: [Turns around to see television is on.] Oh, you're watching hockey!
Angel: Yeah, but my team is losing.
TV Show: Angel
Fred: [slurring, as a demon bumps into her.] Hey, you want a piece of me, buddy? That's right, keep walking. You walk alone! You walk alone!
Wesley: Careful, that thing's loaded.
Fred: So am I. I mean, wow. Wes. Wesley, [puts her arms around Wesley's neck] I am totally drunk-faced!
Wesley: Because you can't hold your.. What are you drinking?
Fred: Nothing.
Wesley: You can't hold that.
Fred: Oh, yeah? Lightweight? How much have you had?
Wesley: [holds up a beer bottle] Including this, I've had... about 1/3 of a half of this beer.
Fred: That's weird, right?
Wesley: Yes, I think so. I think that's weird.
Fred: There's Gunn. Let's go ask him if that's weird.
[Fred and Wesley walk up to Gunn, who's facing away from them.]
Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? [Gunn turns toward Wesley without moving his hands, which are together just below his waist] Charles, you just peed on my shoes.
Gunn: [looks down, confused] I'll be damned. [zips his zipper] That's weird.
Wesley: Careful, that thing's loaded.
Fred: So am I. I mean, wow. Wes. Wesley, [puts her arms around Wesley's neck] I am totally drunk-faced!
Wesley: Because you can't hold your.. What are you drinking?
Fred: Nothing.
Wesley: You can't hold that.
Fred: Oh, yeah? Lightweight? How much have you had?
Wesley: [holds up a beer bottle] Including this, I've had... about 1/3 of a half of this beer.
Fred: That's weird, right?
Wesley: Yes, I think so. I think that's weird.
Fred: There's Gunn. Let's go ask him if that's weird.
[Fred and Wesley walk up to Gunn, who's facing away from them.]
Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? [Gunn turns toward Wesley without moving his hands, which are together just below his waist] Charles, you just peed on my shoes.
Gunn: [looks down, confused] I'll be damned. [zips his zipper] That's weird.
TV Show: Angel
Wesley: Everything he's told us to do, we're doing. Spike's thinking positive. Gunn is peeing all over the office.
Fred: [slurring] And we're a little bit drunk.
Wesley: Yes! But not because we drank. Because Lorne told us to be drunk!
Angel: [to Gunn] Lorne told you to pee all over the office?
Gunn: Lord, I hope so.
Fred: [slurring] And we're a little bit drunk.
Wesley: Yes! But not because we drank. Because Lorne told us to be drunk!
Angel: [to Gunn] Lorne told you to pee all over the office?
Gunn: Lord, I hope so.
TV Show: Angel
Spike: You pissed in the big man's chair? That's fantastic!
Gunn: Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy?
Spike: What? The Lorne thing? Wore off. I just think that's bloody fabulous.
Gunn: Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy?
Spike: What? The Lorne thing? Wore off. I just think that's bloody fabulous.
TV Show: Angel
Angel: Ow!
Wes: What happened?
Angel: The mail guy threw me.
Gunn: What?!
Spike: Number 5?! [smiling] He did this? Isn't he like 100 years old?
Wes: What happened?
Angel: The mail guy threw me.
Gunn: What?!
Spike: Number 5?! [smiling] He did this? Isn't he like 100 years old?
TV Show: Angel
Spike: Hey! Fred! Did ya hear? Angel attacked the old mail guy.
Angel: What?!
Fred: Not Number 5? You didn't hurt him?
Angel: No. I -- he attacked me.
Wesley: We should find him.
Spike: Absolutely. Wanna buy him a pint. Bloody made my day.
Angel: What?!
Fred: Not Number 5? You didn't hurt him?
Angel: No. I -- he attacked me.
Wesley: We should find him.
Spike: Absolutely. Wanna buy him a pint. Bloody made my day.
TV Show: Angel
Lorne: Hey, professional opinion. Sexy soccer mama or brainy beauty? You're an aging sexpot celebrating a decade of turning twenty-nine. You got two little rugrats who aren't that little, a husband who thinks the extras trailer's a buffet table and gravity ain't doing you any favors. So "Happy Birthday, sexy mama" or ...Fred! Fred, sweetie, you're sort of like a woman.
Fred: That's not a compliment.
Lorne: Well, more so than El Cid here. I need some insight. You're an aging...
Fred: I heard. Don't mention her birthday, don't send a card, send a big bunch of flowers just because she's special and pefect and eternally bladi bla.
Lorne: Staring me right in the face. Genius
Fred: And I'm a lot like a woman.
Lorne: You're all woman. You're every woman. You're Wonder Woman!
Fred: Damn straight.
Fred: That's not a compliment.
Lorne: Well, more so than El Cid here. I need some insight. You're an aging...
Fred: I heard. Don't mention her birthday, don't send a card, send a big bunch of flowers just because she's special and pefect and eternally bladi bla.
Lorne: Staring me right in the face. Genius
Fred: And I'm a lot like a woman.
Lorne: You're all woman. You're every woman. You're Wonder Woman!
Fred: Damn straight.
TV Show: Angel
Eve: [About Wesley] Willing to risk anything... or anyone... for the greater good. Look, hey... I'm just asking. Could it be there's another reason you're getting so mad at him about this? Mmm... stealing your son, for instance?
Angel: We don't talk about my son.
Eve: You don't trust Wesley, do you? I mean, I can see that. He did turn Connor over to your sworn enemy.
Angel: He didn't mean for that to happen. He thought he was doing the right thing.
Eve: And I guess it all worked out. Connor's OK, you're happy. Maybe Wesley knew what he was doing after all. Even if he doesn't remember any of it.
Angel: That's got nothing to do with... I just want to be kept informed. That's all.
Eve: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to do "the right thing"?
Angel: We don't talk about my son.
Eve: You don't trust Wesley, do you? I mean, I can see that. He did turn Connor over to your sworn enemy.
Angel: He didn't mean for that to happen. He thought he was doing the right thing.
Eve: And I guess it all worked out. Connor's OK, you're happy. Maybe Wesley knew what he was doing after all. Even if he doesn't remember any of it.
Angel: That's got nothing to do with... I just want to be kept informed. That's all.
Eve: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to do "the right thing"?
TV Show: Angel
Fred: Listen to you. You're blaming yourself because poor Fred got hurt. Stop trying to be all valiant. You're coming off like a self-pitying child.
Wesley: [staring past Fred] Hello, father.
Fred: Oh, yeah, that's mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I'd tell you to grow up.
Roger Wyndam-Price: It doesn't work. I've tried.
Wesley: [staring past Fred] Hello, father.
Fred: Oh, yeah, that's mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I'd tell you to grow up.
Roger Wyndam-Price: It doesn't work. I've tried.
TV Show: Angel
Lorne: Wesley Wyndam-Price, you should be ashamed. I didn't know you had a younger brother.
Wesley: Lorne. Yes. This is my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
Roger: How do you do?
Lorne: A father? Well, I don't believe it. Well, OK, I do believe it, but only 'cause I heard you were in the building. Ha ha ha. Well, look at you. It's like Winston Churchill and a young Richard Harris had a beautiful love child, which, according to my sources, may not be as ridiculous as it sounds.
Wesley: Lorne. Yes. This is my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
Roger: How do you do?
Lorne: A father? Well, I don't believe it. Well, OK, I do believe it, but only 'cause I heard you were in the building. Ha ha ha. Well, look at you. It's like Winston Churchill and a young Richard Harris had a beautiful love child, which, according to my sources, may not be as ridiculous as it sounds.
TV Show: Angel
Fred: [about the cyborg] This thing really blurs the line between human and robot.
Spike: Aha. So you're not ruling out that a human being could have boffed a robot.
[everyone stares at him]
Spike: Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
Spike: Aha. So you're not ruling out that a human being could have boffed a robot.
[everyone stares at him]
Spike: Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
TV Show: Angel
Spike: Daddy, eh? I always though Wesley was grown in some sort of greenhouse for dandies.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Spike.
Spike: You've heard of me?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: No, we've met. 1963, my colleagues and I fell upon you slaughtering an orphanage in Vienna. Killed 2 of my men before you escaped.
Spike: Oh...how've you been?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Spike.
Spike: You've heard of me?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: No, we've met. 1963, my colleagues and I fell upon you slaughtering an orphanage in Vienna. Killed 2 of my men before you escaped.
Spike: Oh...how've you been?
TV Show: Angel
[A bomb is about to go off. Wesley orders an evacuation. Spike starts running]
Spike: Wait. What the hell am I worried about?
Spike: Wait. What the hell am I worried about?
TV Show: Angel
[The lights in the Wolfram & Hart elevator suddenly go out.]
Eve: That's odd.
Spike: I know what this is. YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME TO HELL, PAVAYNE!
[Emergency lights come on and an alarm sounds.]
Spike: Oh. Well, that's just something I say... when, uh... it gets dark.
Eve: That's odd.
Spike: I know what this is. YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME TO HELL, PAVAYNE!
[Emergency lights come on and an alarm sounds.]
Spike: Oh. Well, that's just something I say... when, uh... it gets dark.
TV Show: Angel