Fair isn't fair, Dean. Like I'm supposed to help you because fair is fair? Try I need you to help me so I wont rip out your spine and beat you with it. I might respond to that, maybe.

There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123

They turned to Angel. "We will call you Little One," the leader said, obviously deciding to dispense with the whole confusing name thing. "Okay," said Angel agreeably. "I'll call you Guy in a White Lab Coat." He frowned. "That can be his Indian name," I suggested.

On the other hand, even a big, '80s love van was less noticeable than six flying kids and their talking dog. So there you go.

I stood there watching Phoebe arrange the pillows and the sheets. She isn't thinking that I... I mean, she doesn't think that she and I would... WHAT?

Angel: What's sauerkraut? Max: You don't want it. Trust me.