Angel

“I remember when a few bob got you a good meal, mead, and a tavern wench.”

“That’s my lead! You’re choking my lead!”

“I think your friend should reconsider the name ‘Harmony’.”

“I think I’m speaking for everyone when I say, if all you’re gonna do is switch back to brood mode, we’d rather have you evil. Then, at least, leather pants.”

“The back of your kid’s head was blinking!”

“Hello! Gunn, stubborn, synonyms.”

“It’s the change we’re listening for… the note coming after and the one after that. That’s what makes it music.”

“I’ve known Angel since Juarez in the twenties. We had a little disagreement over a senorita. I called him out. We fought for three and a half hours.”

“One thing you can say about Angel, at least he’s consistent. It’s always some little blonde driving him over the edge.”

“And yet, somehow, I just can’t seem to care.”

“Okay, I know I’m probably going to regret this. In fact, being prescient, I’m actually sure of it.”

“When are they gonna start making some pretty demons?”

“Drusilla, the camp. Go on, kill things.”