Angel

“I’ll take away your bucket.”

“I wasn’t thinking about you when you were here.”

“Okay. So he survived an unspeakable hell dimension. Who hasn’t? You — you can’t just leave him alone in the streets of Los Angeles!”

“The worst spot in hell is reserved for those who betray… So don’t pretend you’re too good to work for us.”

“What? They glow in the dark? How’s that supposed to help us unless we shut off all the lights in the – Holy crap. You’re not serious.”

“Hail to you potential client!”

“I’m going to Quor’toth to find my son and you’re taking me there.”

“Ignore the loud mouth with the bad skin. He’s impotent in this dimension.”

“That’s it? No ‘wow, how did he do that?’ No screaming in terror? You twenty first century types are so jaded.”

“Angel, your coat is singing.”

“Back in the day, I’d always get box seats. Or, you know, eat the people who had them.”

“Helping the helpless, finding Holtz, and making money are our three number one priorities.”

“How are you a champion? In what way are you a champion?”