Angel Quotes

Angel: Gunn, these guys are tight, and you're gonna be trippin' out.
Charles Gunn: Don't be usin' my own phrases when we've lost the trust.

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Angel: Why'd they fire you?
Judy: Because I'm not what I say I am. I've been passing since I was fifteen years old.
Angel: Passing?
Judy: For white. My mother was colored, my father - I didn't even know him. My blood isn't pure. It's tainted.
Angel: It's just blood, Judy. It-it's all just blood.
Judy: Nobody believes that! Not even my mother's family. I'm not one thing or the other. I am nothing.
Angel: I know what that's like.
Judy: Yes. Yes, I am. I am something. I'm a thief! I've never stolen anything before in my life, I swear it. It's just, God, the things that they called me.
Angel: Fear makes people do stupid things.
Judy: It was stupid. And I wish I'd never done it.
Angel: I didn't mean you. I meant your former employers. They were afraid. That's why they fired you.

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Gunn: 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. Well, that's not fair. I didn't even have a soul when I did that.

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Lana: I don't know about you girls but I wanna get the hell out of this town. Somewhere there's clean air where you can breathe. I don't know, maybe Tahiti?
Molly Stewart/Angel: Tahiti? Why Tahiti?
Mae: Because the men use their dicks for oars.

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Ranch Wilder: [hands JP a business card] Hey. I'm Ranch Wilder. The voice of the Angels.
JP: I know who you are. I heard you on the radio. You sure do have a big chin.
Ranch Wilder: Everybody's a critic.

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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You yourself wondered for a hundred years without ever seeking redemption.
Angel: That's right. I sought her.

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Angelus: I hate the French. We should go someplace like Romania.
Darla: In Italy, you said we should go someplace like France.
Angelus: At least in Romania, they really know how to treat a creature of the night.

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Angelus: It's this man, Holtz. How does he keep finding us?
Darla: Well, we stay in the best hotels, order room service, eat the waiters. People talk.

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Gunn: (after Fred's invention launches an axe through the Durslar beast's head) So. Not a toaster.

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Angel: They talk about me in the chatty rooms?

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Cordelia[seeing Angel for the first time]: Hello, salty goodness! (see Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

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Illyria: When the world met me, it shuddered, groaned. It knelt at my feet.
Spike: "Dear Penthouse, I don't normally write letters like this, but—"
Illyria: [punches him in the face] Illyria was all they needed to know.
Spike: Then came the Internet.

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[Angel manhandles Darla down the long stairwell and a good ways into the giant empty water tank.]
Angel: So you're what Wolfram and Hart brought back in that box. And they brought you back as a human. They think I won't kill one. You want to know what I think? I think they don't know me that well.
[Darla tries to make a run for it, but Angel cuts her off and she stops.]
Angel: You feel what this place was before they excavated it? The convent you remember how much I like convents.
[She looks at him, makes the sign of the cross..]
Angel: Come on Darla, you and I are too old to play games. I need to talk to the real you.
[He morphs into vamp face and charges her, pushes her up against a pillar.]
Angel: It's been a long time since I said this to anyone [He rips her jacket off her shoulder and bares her neck.] but you can scream all you want."
[Angel lowers his mouth to her bared shoulder and scrapes his teeth up along her neck, scratching it.]
[As he begins to nuzzle her neck Darla begins to smile.]
Darla: Oh. Oh I'm not gonna scream.
[She turns her face against his neck. He pulls back and kisses her and she responds. After a moment they break apart and Darla smiles at him.]
Darla: There's my boy.
[She puts a hand around his neck and they kiss again, harder.]

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Darla: God doesn't want you... but I still do.

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Angel: I'm not crazy, I'm telling you I saw her.
Wesley: Who?
Angel: Darla.
Wesley: Where?
Angel: Right between the clowns and the big talking hot dog.

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Angel: I smelled her, I know her scent.
Wesley: You can't just...
Angel: You had sex last night with a bleached blonde.
Wesley: Good Lord!

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[The team is at Caritas, a karaoke bar favored by demons.]
Gunn: Okay, what I want to know is, how'd I live in L.A. all my life and not notice weird-ass stuff was going on?
Cordelia: Oh, the ass is even weirder than you think!

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Wesley: Release her, or die.
Angel: Don’t I say that?

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Angel: Were you in Virginia?
Wesley: That's beside the point.

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Doyle: (On Angel's home) Well I like the place. Not much with the view, but it has a certain Batcave air to it.

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Doyle: Let me tell you a little bedtime story.
Angel: But I'm not sleepy.
Doyle: Once upon a time, there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. I mean, other vampires were afraid of him he was such a bastard. Then, one day, he's cursed, by gypsies. They restore his human soul and suddenly he's mad with guilt. You know "What have I done..." You know, he's freaked.
Angel: Okay. Now I'm sleepy.
Doyle: Yeah well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a bit of sex, is my feeling. So sure enough, enters a girl. Pretty little blonde thing. Vampire slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. But eventually the two of them, well, they get fleshy with one another. And the moment he- well, I guess the technical term is "Perfect Happiness". But when our boy gets there, he goes bad he kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey he can't be anywhere near young Miss Puppy-Eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off, goes to L.A, to fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, a faceless champion of the hapless human race. Say, you wouldn't have a beer of any kind here, would you?

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Doyle: It's about showing people there's still love and hope in the world.
Homeless Woman: Spare change?
Doyle: Get a job, you lazy sow.

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[Angel bumps into Sunnydale acquaintance Cordelia at a Hollywood party.]
Cordelia: So, um, are you still... 'Grrr'?
Angel: Yeah. There's not actually a cure for that.

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[An offer of help from a wealthy admirer has moved Cordelia to tears.]
Cordelia: Oh, God, I'm sorry! I'm getting all weepy in front of you. I probably look really scary. I finally get invited to a nice place... with no mirrors, and... lots of curtains... Hey! You're a vampire!
Russell Winters: What? No, I'm not.
Cordelia: Are too!
Russell: I don't know what you're talking about.
Cordelia: I'm from Sunnydale — we had our own Hellmouth! I think I know a vampire when I... am... alone with him... in his fortress-like home. And, you know? I think I'm just feeling a little light-headed from hunger. I'm just wacky! And kidding!! Ha, ha!...
Russell: Truth is, I'm glad you know. It means we can skip the formalities.

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Russell: We do things a certain way in LA. I keep my name out of the paper and I don't make waves. And in return I can do anything I want.
[Angel puts his foot on Russell's chair and whispers]
Angel: Can you fly? (proceeds to kick Russell out the window. Russell becomes dust. Angel turns and walks away, slipping Lindsey's business card in Lindsey's pocket) Guess not.

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Doyle: They're messages I get... you know, from the higher powers, whoever they may be. You know ... it's my gift!
Cordelia: If that was my gift, I'd return it. I mean, you get those headaches, and you do this 'bleh' thing with your face.
Doyle: [grimacing] What thing with my face?
Cordelia: Plus, your visions are kind of lame. A bar? That's nice and vague. I mean, they should send you one of those self-destructing tapes, you know? That comes with a dossier?

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Doyle: One of us has been drinking, and I'm sorry to say it's not me.

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Cordelia: I'm an actress, a student of the human animal. I don't need to talk to people to know their story. [scans and points] Jazz-hands over there? Mama's boy. Peter Pan complex. [points again] Self-absorbed closet-deb, with a big 'the world owes me' chip on her shoulder. [points at Sharon leading Kevin up the stairs] And check out 'Sarah, Plain and Tall.' Has, or comes from, big money.
Doyle: How do you know all that?
Cordelia: Well, you've got to be rich to snag the Calvin Klein model she's leaving with.
Doyle: Yeah, well, they're all riveting insights and such, but we need to find someone that's in trouble?

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Angel: So what are you looking for?
Kate: Me? I guess it depends on how many daiquiris I've had. Wow, way to come off as a drunken slut.

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[Doyle finds a bra in Cordelia's messy living room and holds it up.]
Cordelia: Oh, that is so high school. "Ooh-ooh! Cordelia wears bras! She has girl parts!"

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