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 strength 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? [he vamps out and bites Hamilton, draining his blood] Wow. You really are full of it!
Hamilton: You can never beat us. We are legion. We are forever!
[Angel snaps his neck]
Angel: Looks like forever just got a hell of a lot shorter.

Harmony: [to Fred] I just wish I were more like you. You know, except for the part about being all into science... and not having a lot up front.

Harmony: [to Fred] We're totally bonding. We're like gal pals. This is awesome. You can teach me about life, and I can teach you how to dress better.

Harmony: [to Spike] Oh, my God! You and the Slayer actually - I mean, I know you had that twisted obsession with her, but - Ugh! That's just - Ugh!

Harmony: He's the Demon Rights Activist? He told me he was an Astronaut!

Harmony: I just--I don't get it. Why'd you kill Eli?
Angel: Didn't much like what he was doing in his off hours.
Harmony: Well, that's not right. What Eli did on his own time--
Gunn: Is dismember virgins.
Harmony: Oh. Well, a person's religious beliefs is no cause for--
Gunn: He did it for his own amusement.
Harmony: Oh. Well, okay. Still, couldn't you've given him a stern warning or something first?
Angel: Called a zero-tolerance policy, not a maybe-this-once policy.

Harmony: I want to help. Fred's my friend. We went out for drinks all the... once.

Harmony: Just since you're all soulful now, I thought maybe, just maybe, you might've learned to open up a little. You know, talk? But I guess a leopard can't change his stripes.
Spike: Spots, you dink. Leopards have spots.
Harmony: Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Brainy. Thank you so much for sharing. Wow. What a breakthrough.

Harmony: Yeah, not mattering. I know that feeling well.
Spike: Oh, come on, Harm. You matter to someone.
Harmony: I do?
Spike: Yeah. Girl tried to frame you, didn't she? Must've mattered to her. Everybody's talking about it.
Harmony: You're right. That girl hated me. She wanted me dead. I matter.

Harmony: You don't know the half of it. I've been doing a whole bunch of research on these guys. Their customs and stuff. Did you know that they think poodles are wicked bad luck?
Wesley: Harmony, I'm glad you're here. We'll be needing lunch.

Harrie: I am only going to ask you this once, Richard. And I expect a straight answer. Were you, or were you not, intending to eat my ex-husband's brains?
Richard: In a way.
Harrie: And when were you planning on telling me?
Richard: I thought maybe I wouldn't have to.
Harrie: You were going to start our life out together with deceit?
Doyle: [to Angel] Sorta missing the point, isn't she?

Harrie: Oh, please, Uncle John. When was the last time you pried yourself away from ESPN long enough to spill the blood of a she-goat?

High Priest: What is it you think you fight for, dead thing? Valor? What you call justice? Your friends are dead. Most likely. Or so you believe. So it's not for them you fight.
Angel: I'm trying to save my world!
High Priest: Your world. A world that doesn't care for you. Doesn't want you.
Angel: It needs me!
High Priest: So your Powers That Be tell you. Maybe they're right. But it's not why you're here.
Angel: Okay, Bugsy, you wanna tell me what I'm fighting for?
High Priest: Him.
Angel: Him?
High Priest: The boy. The woman you've already lost. The boy is what you're fighting for. But you're going to fail. You're going to lose him too.

Holland Manners: Congratulations. Great victory.
Angel: You're...
Holland: Holland Manners.
Angel: ...not alive.
Holland: Oh, no. I'm quite dead. [shows Angel the bite mark Darla left on his neck] Unfortunately my contract with Wolfram & Hart extends well beyond that. [smiles] Hop on in. You certainly earned it.
[Angel enters the elevator]
Holland: Well, this is exciting, isn't it? Going straight to the source. So what's the big plan, Angel? Destroy the Senior Partners, smash Wolfram & Hart once and for all?
Angel: Something like that.
Holland: Hmm, now tell me just what do you think that would accomplish? In the end, I mean.
Angel: It'll be�the end.
Holland: Well, the end of you, certainly. But I meant in the larger sense.
Angel: In the larger sense, I really don't give a crap.
Holland: Now, I don't think that's true. Be honest�you got the tiniest bit of "give a crap" left. Otherwise you wouldn't be going on this kamikaze mission. Now let me see, there was something in a sacred prophecy, some oblique reference to you. Something you're supposed to prevent. Now what was that?
Angel: The apocalypse.
Holland: Yes, the apocalypse, of course. Another one of those. Well, it's true, we do have one scheduled. And I imagine if you were to prevent it you would save a great many people. Well, you should do that then. Absolutely! I wasn't thinking. [smiles] Of course, all those people you save from that apocalypse would then have the next one to look forward to, but hey, it's always something, isn't it?
Angel: You're not gonna win.
Holland: Well...no. Of course we aren't. We have no intention of doing anything so prosaic as "winning". [laughs]
Angel: Then why?
Holland: Hmm? I'm sorry, why what?
Angel: Why fight?
Holland: That's really the question you should be asking yourself, isn't it? See, for us, there is no fight. Which is why winning doesn't enter into it. We...go on, no matter what. Our firm has always been here...in one form or another. The Inquisition. The Khmer Rouge. We were there when the very first cave man clubbed his neighbor. See, we're in the hearts and minds of every single living being. And that, friend, is what's making things so difficult for you. See, the world doesn't work in spite of evil, Angel. It works with us. It works because of us.
[elevator comes to a stop and the doors open, revealing Los Angeles]
Holland: Welcome to the home office.
Angel: This isn't...
Holland: Oh, you know it is. You know that better than anyone. Things you've seen. Things you've�well, done. You see, if there wasn't evil in every single one of them out there�why, they wouldn't be people. They'd all be angels.
[Angel slowly walks out of the elevator]
Holland: Have a nice day.

Holland: Ladies. How...?
Darla: Your wife was kind enough to invite us in, Holland.
Holland: Ah.
Drusilla: Very sweet, she was. Like clover. [licking blood off her lips]
Drusilla: And honey.
Darla: Just think of it as our way of giving you what you want.
Holland: What would I...?
Darla: I believe you said something about...[Darla and Drusilla change faces]...a massacre.