Illyria (To Gunn) Try not to die. You are not unpleasant to my eyes.
Conner: I know you're my father.
Angel: You got your memories back.
(Spike reads poetry at a bar.)
Spike: "My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft...Behold!
A sunlight beam,
Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'Tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...effulgent."
Man: Yeah! (applause) That was great, man.
Spike: Thank You. That was for Cecily. This next one's called The Wanton Folly of me Mum.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him, I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence!
Spike: (Seeing massive horde of enemies) Well wishes just happen to be horses today.
Angel: Among other things.
Gunn: Okay. You take the 30 thousand on the left, and I'll take the 30 thousand on the right.
Angel: What are you doing here?
Conner: You come for coffee and the worlds not ending? Please!
Illyria: You will last ten minutes at best.
Gunn: Lets make them memorable then.
Lindsey (his last line): A...flunky? Angel kills me!
Angel: (punches Hamilton) Did that hurt at all?
Hamilton: Little bit.
Angel: (Bites Hamilton) Wow, you really are full of it.
Lorne (his last line): Good night, folks.
Spike: First off, I'm not wearing any amulets. No bracelets, broaches, beads, pendants, pins, or rings.
Gunn: I was hoping it'd be vamps. I haven't dusted nearly enough this year. (to Spike) No offense.
Spike: That's all right.
Lindsey: What are you thinking about?
Eve: Angel.
Lindsey: You simply couldn't have said a worse thing than that.
Connor: (to Angel) Yeah, they're mixed in there with the new ones. Kind of like, uh...a bad dream I had, I guess, a very strange and violent, at times, inappropriately erotic...dream.
Connor: So she's a werewolf.
Angel: And an art student. She does this great pottery. (grins) She made me a vase.
Spike: (in a bar, his last day) Ahh, nice crowd.
Bartender: It can get pretty ugly in here, I gotta warn you.
Spike: What I'm after. Couple more shots of courage, and I may make my presence felt.
Bartender: Your funeral.
Spike: Well, I never had a proper one.
Lorne: (singing, living the day as if it were his last)
If I ruled the world,
Every day would be the first day of spring,
Every heart would have a new song to sing,
And we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring...
Lorne: (to Angel) Yeah. Say, any other tips on how to be a hero we could share with the boys and girls at home?
Angel: I happen to be the greatest mass-murderer you've ever met.
Lindsey: Never given you props for that, have I?
(Last line of the series)
Angel: Let's go to work.
Lindsey: (to Eve) I like it that you're one of the things in my life Angel hasn't got his mits on.
(Eve looks guilty)
Angel: (to Lindsey about W&H) Maybe they're not there to be beat. Maybe they're there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong.
Angel: Need to get some things done, pay a quiet visit to Archduke Sebassis. I'd like to keep our liaison out of the loop.
Conner: I know you're my father.
Angel: You got your memories back.
(Spike reads poetry at a bar.)
Spike: "My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft...Behold!
A sunlight beam,
Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'Tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...effulgent."
Man: Yeah! (applause) That was great, man.
Spike: Thank You. That was for Cecily. This next one's called The Wanton Folly of me Mum.
Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him, I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence!
Spike: (Seeing massive horde of enemies) Well wishes just happen to be horses today.
Angel: Among other things.
Gunn: Okay. You take the 30 thousand on the left, and I'll take the 30 thousand on the right.
Angel: What are you doing here?
Conner: You come for coffee and the worlds not ending? Please!
Illyria: You will last ten minutes at best.
Gunn: Lets make them memorable then.
Lindsey (his last line): A...flunky? Angel kills me!
Angel: (punches Hamilton) Did that hurt at all?
Hamilton: Little bit.
Angel: (Bites Hamilton) Wow, you really are full of it.
Lorne (his last line): Good night, folks.
Spike: First off, I'm not wearing any amulets. No bracelets, broaches, beads, pendants, pins, or rings.
Gunn: I was hoping it'd be vamps. I haven't dusted nearly enough this year. (to Spike) No offense.
Spike: That's all right.
Lindsey: What are you thinking about?
Eve: Angel.
Lindsey: You simply couldn't have said a worse thing than that.
Connor: (to Angel) Yeah, they're mixed in there with the new ones. Kind of like, uh...a bad dream I had, I guess, a very strange and violent, at times, inappropriately erotic...dream.
Connor: So she's a werewolf.
Angel: And an art student. She does this great pottery. (grins) She made me a vase.
Spike: (in a bar, his last day) Ahh, nice crowd.
Bartender: It can get pretty ugly in here, I gotta warn you.
Spike: What I'm after. Couple more shots of courage, and I may make my presence felt.
Bartender: Your funeral.
Spike: Well, I never had a proper one.
Lorne: (singing, living the day as if it were his last)
If I ruled the world,
Every day would be the first day of spring,
Every heart would have a new song to sing,
And we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring...
Lorne: (to Angel) Yeah. Say, any other tips on how to be a hero we could share with the boys and girls at home?
Angel: I happen to be the greatest mass-murderer you've ever met.
Lindsey: Never given you props for that, have I?
(Last line of the series)
Angel: Let's go to work.
Lindsey: (to Eve) I like it that you're one of the things in my life Angel hasn't got his mits on.
(Eve looks guilty)
Angel: (to Lindsey about W&H) Maybe they're not there to be beat. Maybe they're there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong.
Angel: Need to get some things done, pay a quiet visit to Archduke Sebassis. I'd like to keep our liaison out of the loop.
