Angel

“I don’t need advice from some middle-class white dude that’s dead.”

“This was about saving somebody’s soul. That’s what I do here, and you’re not a part of it. That was your idea, remember?”

“You can always tell when he’s happy. His scowl is slightly less scowly.”

“Well, judging by the outfit, I guess it’s safe to come in. Evil Angel never would have worn those pants.”

“Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know like Archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect.”

“Darling boy. So young, still so very young.”

“A father doesn’t have to be possessed to terrorize his children.”

“Wow. Grovelling isn’t just a way of life for you, it’s an art.”

“Speaking of accidents, I’m a friend of Cordelia Chase.”

“You stake him and I’ll cut his head off.”

“Coffins. I hate that stereotype.”

“The good fight, yeah? You never know until you’ve been tested. I get that now.”

“Batten down the hatches. Here comes Hurricane Buffy.”