Quotes from Time Bomb

Gunn: You're... Fred. You look... terrible.

Wesley: Of what we owe you.
Illyria: Of what you owe me.
Angel: Go team.

Wesley: I stabbed you. I should apologize for that, but I'm honestly not sure how. I think it'll just be awkward.
Gunn: Good call.

Gunn: The thing that killed my friend just saved my life. No one knows why. This place just went Poseidon on my ass. I don't know which way is up.

Wesley: She still thinks she's the God-king of the universe.
Gunn: So, she's like a TV star.
Wesley: No, nothing that bad.

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....

Spike: The one who dies with the most toys wins.
Illyria: To never die and to conquer all... that is winning.

Hamilton: It's business, boys, not a bat cave.

Lorne: Well, I'll tell you what... I still like him better than Eve.

Wesley: That sounds very close to human.
Illyria: Motes of dust. Mayflies who die so soon after they're born the might as well not live at all!
Wesley: Now, now... manners.

Wesley: You don't look all together well.
Illyria: Your opinion of me weighs less than sunlight.

Gunn: I'm not feeling so good.
Angel: First day back from a vacation in hell, I'm not surprised.

Hamilton: Curing cancer, Mr. Wyndam Pryce?
Wesley: Wouldn't be cost effective. I'm sure we make a lot from cancer.
Hamilton: Yes, the patent-holder is a client.

Illyria: The vampire plays children's games.
Lorne: Tag, you're it, honey.

Illyria: You don't know. Not yet. It's too early.

Angel: Illyria's blown all her gaskets, man, she's out of her mind.
Spike: How can you tell? Yesterday she spent two hours mind-melding with a potted fern.
Angel: She thinks I'm trying to kill her.
Wesley: Aren't you?

Illyria: Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night, you sparkled and you stank. You still stink of it.
Angel: Will you just shut up for once?

Illyria: If you want to win a war, you must serve no master but your ambition.

Illyria: Change is constant, yet things remain the same.

Illyria: You asked me to allow you to murder me.
Spike: It's not murder if you say yes.

Illyria: I blame this on the weakness of your species.

Wesley: Illyria.
Illyria: Touch me and die, vermin.

Angel: Wes, I don't like where this is going, and I don't like where this has been.
Wesley: I'm not in love with this thing, Angel, but... for some reason I need her right now.
Angel: Yeah, that's just weird.
Wesley: I know.

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