AtS Quotes

Gunn: Tactical swept her hangouts and our locators ran through their usual voodoo. Each came back with the same result. Eve has vanished.
Angel: Well I can’t say I’m particularly depressed by that news.
Wes: She did leave swearing vengeance. That usually doesn’t go well for us.

Fred: I have to redo the entire Trask experiment. Knox really dropped the ball on that one.
Wes: Yes, he is unreliable. Good point.

Fred: What did we do with our lives before we got these jobs?
Wes: I seem to recall lots and lots of “Jenga.”

Sam: Oh, don’t be alarmed Miss Burkle. I just came to talk.
Fred: How do you know my name?
Sam: Do you like working here?
Fred: What?
Sam: Do you enjoy what you do? Do you find yourself waking up in the morning eager to start your day?
Fred: Uh. . . I don’t know, I, I mean I guess I had my doubts at first but lately I’ve been feeling like we’re--
Sam: Don’t try and run, Miss Burkle. I’d have to stop you.

G-Man #1: All right, calm down! Calm down! Now when I say calm down, I’m talkin’ to you of course! These guys I want wound up good and tight in case you don’t feel like listening. . . . Sit down, son, we need to talk. . . . You ever consider joining the war effort?
Angel: No.
G-Man #1: It’s a shame. Times like these we can use all the able bodied men we can get.
Angel: I’m not a man. Guess you already knew that.

G-Man #1: Have you ever heard dying men screaming for their lives, Angel?
G-Man #2: Course he has.

G-Man #2: I represent a relatively new agency, Human Research Initiative, and we think *you* might be the solution to our little problem.
Angel: I’m not interested.
G-Man #2: We don’t particularly care. We figure we strap enough weight to you you will sink, regardless of your interest.

Hodge: I’m telling you he’s some sort of super soldier. Like Steve Rodgers or Captain America.
Spinelli: Steve Rodgers *is* Captain America, you 8-ball.
Hodge: What?

Spike: Angelus. They’ll let anyone in here.

Spike: Of all the bloody faces I expected to see down here.
Angel: You’re a Nazi.
Spike: What? Oh, no. I just ate one. So, they got you, too, eh? Nabbed me in Madrid. Sneaky bastards, the SS. Don’t ever go to a free virgin blood party. Turns out it’s probably a trap.
Angel: You were captured at a free virgin blood party?
Spike: I know, who woulda thought? One minute I’m asking a fella why all the virgins look like Goebbels, next minute I’m stuck in a box on this cursed ship. Feel better knowing they got you, too. Though I can’t say I’m surprised. From our company, looks like they’re rounding up the baddest of the bad.
Angel: You’ll have to introduce me.
Spike: Course. But I’ve got to warn you. They’re a bit stiff . . . . Oh, Angelus this is, uh, Nostroyev and the Prince of Lies. Nostroyev, Prince of Lies, this is Angelus . . . *the* Angelus.
Nostroyev: Angelus. Used to be quite a terror back in the day. Haven’t heard much of you lately.
Angel: Haven’t heard much of you ever.

Spike: What about back there. You save us anything?
Angel: Couple men left in the torpedo room.
Spike: Well, what are we waiting fo--
Angel: No.
Spike: What?
Angel: We’re not killing any more humans. Well, not right now.
Spike: Why the hell not?
Angel: Cause in case you haven’t noticed, Spike, we’re trapped at the bottom of the ocean.
Spike: Yeah. So?
Prince of Lies: We’re under water?
Angel: So, unless you know how to operate one of these things, we’re gonna need their help.
Spike: Oh, come on! How hard can it be? Forward. Back. Up. Down. [claxon goes off]
Nostroyev: Tell you what. We leave one alive to work the boat. And eat the rest.
Angel: No.
Spike: Yeah, probably should warn you. He likes to pretend he’s the boss.
Nostroyev: You may have made yourself a name muscling around weaker vampires.
Spike: Hang on!

Angel: We don’t kill the humans till we reach land. Is that clear?
Spike: Heil, Hitler.

Sam: Those monsters butchered my crew. Apparently they’re in the SS.
Angel: Spike’s not in the SS. He just likes wearing the jacket.

Sam: You sure you wanna do that, Chief?
Angel: Fairly certain I said I’d kill you if I ever saw you again.
Sam: Oh, I never doubted you. But you gotta ask yourself, would I really come in here, unarmed, knowing that without an ace in the hole? Wouldn’t make much sense, would it?
Angel: What did you do?

Spike: Come on. When am I going to get a turn?
Angel: How about ‘never’?
Spike: I’m playing nice with the anchovies. Like you asked. At least let me have a go at the wheel.
Angel: Pipe down. I’m trying to work.
Spike: Oh, ‘pipe down.’ That official sailor-talk, is it? Well, ahoy matey, you can just swab my deck.
Angel: Spike--
Spike: Captain.
Angel: What?
Spike: I want to be called “Captain.” I mean, hell, I did eat him.
Angel: Check the torpedos before I send you for a swim, ‘Captain.’

Prince of Lies: You think I don’t know? I am as ancient as the darkness itself.
Angel: Yeah. You’re old. We know. Just calm down.

Hodge: How does a guy just explode like that?
Sam: Man’s asking a good question.
Angel: You really need an answer?
Sam: Might help if I heard it for sure.
Angel: Vampire.
Sam: Yeah, I take it back. Doesn’t help. So what do you think set him off?
Spike: Guessing these might have something to do with it. Anybody read Nazi?

Angel: You speak German.
Sam: Enough to get by.
Spike: Well, gravy. I’ll menace, you talk.

Spike: What about vampires?
Sam: I don’t know. It’s technical. Something about stimulation and. . . control. They’ve been experimenting on them. And cutting into their brains.
Spike: That’s what got the Prince’s coronet in a twist, isn’t it? Found out you were going to pop our tops and melon ball us.
Sam: They’re trying to create an army . . . out of things like you.

Spike: I the only one who don’t speak Kraut?
Sam: You knew about this?
Spike: He did?
Angel: It was part of the mission.
Spike: What mission? . . . Oh, I get it. You’re playing both sides against each other.
Angel: Spike.
Spike: No! I respect that. But if the Yanks are after this stuff, too, I’m eating the lot of them.
Angel: No, you aren’t.
Spike: Try and stop me.
Angel: Spike. We need them, ok? I’m not getting trapped at the bottom of the sea!
Spike: And I’m not getting experimented on by his government.
Sam: We wouldn’t do that. You don’t win a war by doing whatever it takes. You win by doing what’s right.
Spike: Yeah? Let me know how that works out for you, Popeye.

Angel: We’re on it!
Spike: We! What do you mean “we”?!?

Sam: Funny what goes through a man’s mind when his life’s hanging in the balance. Boys talked about that a lot, back on the boat. I always figured it’d be the special moments you froze in time. Your mom singing you to sleep at night. Sneaking into the movies with your best friend. Or your girl’s hair shimmers in the sun. But the truth is, the only thing that goes through your head is, “Wow. This really sucks.” And then you’re gone.

Angel: Hey. I’m sorry for what happened. But if I ever see you again, I’m going to have to kill you.
Sam: Aye-aye, Chief. Take care of her. She’s a good boat.
Spike: Bloody brilliant. Turn the poor sod to save the ship, then make him dash for dry land before Mr. Sunshine scorches him a new one. You’re still a dick.
Angel: Yeah. I am.
Spike: Bollocks.

Sam: And maybe I found my mission again after all these years.
Angel: Being an evil son of a bitch not keeping you busy?
Sam: We all need a reason to live, even if we’re already dead.

Angel: You’re the only one I ever did this to. After I got a soul.
Sam: Do I have one, too?
Angel: I don’t think it works that way, son.

Spike: Really ought to do something about security. They’ll let anybody in here, won’t they. . . . Fred gave me the Cliff’s Notes. So, sailor boy finally came back for a yo-ho-ho, did he?
Angel: Finally came back.
Spike: Took him long enough. Know revenge is best served cold and all, but his musta been frozen solid.
Angel: I don’t think that’s what he was after.
Spike: No? What was he looking for?
Angel: A reason.