"Time was u would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?"

"If every vampire who zei he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock"

"Time was u would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this, uh, tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?"

"Do u know what I found worked real good with Slayers? Killing them."

"I find one of your vrienden first, I'm gonna' suck him dry...and use their bones to bash your head in. Are u getting a word picture here?"

"Fe, fi, fo, fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe girl."

"I'll dance with you, pet, on the Slayer's grave."

"Trouble? She's the gnat in my ear. The gristle in my teeth. She's the bloody thorn in my bloody side!"

"Aren't u a throw-himself-to-the-lions sort of sap these days. Well, the lions are on to you, baby."

"He's a wanker, but he's the only one we've got with half a brain. If he fails, u could eat his eyes out of his sockets for all I care."

"Now, I know u haven't been in the game for a while, mate, but we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d'etre, u know."

"Why don't u rip her lungs out? That might make an impression."

"Are u insane? We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in her friends' beds"

"We like to talk big... vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough-guy talk. Strutting around with your vrienden over a pint of blood. The truth is, I _like_ this world. You've got...dog racing, Manchester united. And you've got people. Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision. With a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Good-bye, Picadilly. Farewell, Leicester-bloody-Square."

"You hit me with an ax one time. Remember? Uh, 'Get the hell away from my daughter!"

"Dru bagged a Slayer? She didn't tell me. Good for her... Though not from your perspective, I suppose."