Angel

“Stop fighting Angel. I’m finishing what you didn’t. What you didn’t have the cojones to do. This has to happen. It’s for the best.”

“One does not ‘miss’ an apocalypse, Aunt Sophie. One prevents it or dies in it.”

“You have ruined my life! Again!”

“Oh, perfect. A mini-apocalypse. That’s okay then.”

“Anyone who wants to help, speak up. Anyone who doesn’t, screw you.”

“Baby Slayers. I missed baby Slayers. The angst, the attitude… Bit like a soap opera with weapons.”

“Hey. Chatty Cathy. Hardcore fans don’t like zombies who run. You keep talking, you’re gonna break the internet.”

“Sooner or later… we’ll pay for what we’ve done.”

“We trusted you. And you lied to us. You looked into my face and you lied. For him. You made your choice. Now live with it. We want nothing more…

“What the hell d’you think destiny is, kid? It’s the universe using you.”

“The power here runs deep. And hot. I can do anything. Quor’toth needs a new god. One with a little more vision… and talent. I like it here.”

“Faith. Trust me. Pep talks aren’t your thing.”

“Look. I know you think we’re like, all-powerful. But this group doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to playing God.”