Quotes from Not Fade Away

Sebassis: The circle does not abide secrets.
Angel: Which is interesting for a secret society.

Harmony: Part of me always knew life would end after high school.

Lindsey: Why on God's green and verdant earth would I trust you?

Lindsey: The devil you know.
Angel: That's you.

Lindsey: Everyone goes on about your soul. Vampire with a soul. Nobody ever mentions the fact you're really a vampire with big brass testes. This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you're about to pick the nastiest fight since mankind drop-kicked the last demon out of this dimension... and that, you don't do without me. If you want me, I'm on your team.
Angel: I want you, Lindsey. *pause* I'm thinking about rephrasing that.
Lindsey: Yeah, I think I'd be more comfortable if you did.

Bartender: Your funeral.
Spike: Well, I never had a proper one.

Illyria: I will fight. I've been broken and humiliated. I will return in kind every blow, every sting. I will shred my adversaries, pull their eyes out just enough to turn them toward their mewling, mutilated faces.
Wesley: You're a very inspriational person. Have I mentioned that?

Connor: Kind of like a... bad dream I had, I guess. A very strange and violent... at times, inappropriately erotic... dream.

Lindsey: Damn, girl, you gave up immortality for me. It's like something out of a fairy tale.
Eve: We don't live in a fairy tale.

lllyria: I'll make trophies of their spines.
Angel: Nice to have you on the team.

Illyria: Try not to die. You are not unpleasant to my eyes.
Gunn: Uh, thanks. You... uh, try not to die too.

Spike: Hello, Junior. Name's Spike... and lucky for you, I'm on a strict diet.

Vail: I mean, really, I crap better magic than this.

Angel: People who don't care about anything will never understand the ppeople who do.
Hamilton: Yeah, but we won't care.

Connor: C'mon, you drop by for a cup of coffee and the world's not ending? Please.

Lorne: You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be.
Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just... Angel... kills me. You... Angel....

Illyria: This wound is mortal.
Wesley: Aren't we all?

Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now?
Wesley: Yes. Thank you, yes.

Hamilton: Let me say this as clearly as I can. You cannot beat me. I am a part of them. The Wolf, Ram and Hart. Their strenth flows through my veins. My blood is filled with their ancient power.
Angel: Can you pick out the one word there you probably shouldn't have said?

Angel: You go home. Now.
Connor: But they'll destroy you.
Angel: As long as you're okay, they can't.

Spike: You're suposed to wear that red stuff on the inside, Charlie boy.

Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence.
Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today.
Angel: Among other things.
Gunn: Okay, you take the 30,000 on the left.
Illyria: You're fading. You'll last ten minutes at the most.
Gunn: Then let's make them memorable.
Spike: And in terms of a plan...?
Angel: We fight.
Spike: Bit more specific.
Angel: Well, personally, I kinda want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work.