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Angel: 'Los Angeles. You see it at night and it shines.'
Doyle: 'Hey, you know, maybe we should go over this thing again of you getting out in the world and involving yourself with people.'
Rachel: 'Lenny… please… don’t.'
Cordelia: 'Uh, look at all these bills: water, power, and my perennial favorite: the rent.'
Cordelia: 'I’ve had it with these cheap trash bags!'
Kate: 'Gosh, Spivey, sorry. I guess I just have trouble expressing myself verbally.'
Doyle: 'So that's it then? That's your exciting plan for this evening? A book?'
Cordelia: 'When did he get back?'
Cordelia: 'Okay, we fade up on an aerial shot, downtown, skyscrapers, lights, yada, yada, yada.'
Oracle: 'You try our patience. What is done...'
Kate: “Where?' Police Office: 'Over there, detective.'
Angel: 'You look nice.' Cordelia: 'And now I look like the Joker.'
Cordelia: 'Hi, Diego, Laura.' Diego: 'Let the consumption of cold things begin.'
Angel: 'The mark of Kekfadlorem. I’ve heard of it, but I’ve never seen it.'
Angel: 'Anna.' Anna: 'Master Liam?'
Cordelia: 'Demons, Demons, Demons. Wow! They put a lot of thought into that title.'
Angel: 'Maybe we can make a break for it.' Wesley: 'Impossible.'
Marquez: 'Yo ese! What the hell you're burning there man? Smells like... Yo, you're hanging in the wrong place man!'
Angel: 'Faith. Come on.'
Cordelia: 'Oh, I miss that smell!'
Salesman: 'Only two left. I'll cut you a deal. They're real collector's items.'
Wesley: 'Shanshu. - Shanshu. - Or maybe it's shushan.'
Cordelia: 'But why, Johnny? Why?'
Wesley: 'The Hyperion Hotel. It appears to be abandoned.'
The Host: 'Uh, 'Send In the Clowns' and 'Tears of a Clown' both in one night. What a treat.'
Darla: 'Exciting, isn't it?' Lilah: 'Darla. - I didn't see you.'
Wesley: 'We made you some tea.' Angel: 'Great.'
Guy: 'Hello.' Wesley: 'Didn't hear you come in. Uh, how can I help you?'
Angel: 'What is it, Wesley?' Wesley: 'It? There is no it.'
Cop: 'I'm telling you this creep knows what happened. He's playing us.'
Cordelia: 'Don't you think we should check on him?'
Gunn: 'We're almost there. We're almost there.'
Cordelia: 'What just happened?'
Wesley: 'You think I don't have what it takes?'
Wesley: 'When they went out of business they just left these here?'
Wesley: 'What I wouldn't give for a roving band of Prekian demons right now.'
Man 1: 'What's next?' Man 2: 'Make sure all troths are securely fastened and sacrifices tilted as shown in diagram F-12 to ensure full drainage into sacred offering bowl.'
Angel: 'Oh god.'
Wesley: 'This won't be easy for any of us, Angel. You're going to have to change your behavior.'
Joseph Kramer: 'Am I a lucky guy or what? I get to meet with the board and get the quarterlies out all in the same day.'
Cordelia: 'You wanna try some of this sashimi?'
Wesley: 'Cordy?' Angel: 'Cordy?'
Wesley: 'Cordelia?' Gunn: 'No way!'
Cordelia: 'No. Oh, no. God, please forgive me.'
Cordelia: 'I can understand people who drink too much. I understand people who put a little note on the parking meter that says it's broken when it's not.'
Wes: 'No, Gunn, you misunderstand. I mean, I'm not saying that we act differently. I just think we should be gentle in our inter...Evening, Cordy.'
Angel: 'That night still haunts me. I'm ashamed of how I treated you. The way I used you. I took what I needed, then I cast you aside and that that was wrong of me. Was very wrong.
Gunn: 'Hey, Fred.' Fred: 'Sorry! Did-did I startle you guys?'
Wesley: 'You wouldn't dare. You were just going to toss in a Prothgarian broadsword with a third-century ceremonial Sancteus dagger?'
Angel: 'Don't stiffen up.' Cordelia: 'Yeah, you either.'
Holtz (in Italian): 'Thank you, Monsignor. I am in your debt.'
Man: 'We found them.' Holtz: 'Go.'
Holtz: 'Angelus? I've been looking for you.'
Cordelia: 'We need to make some little changes for safety. Covers for the outlets, kidproof the locks on the weapons cabinet.'
Cordelia: 'I'd just like to say thank you.'
Angel: 'Sixty, seventy, eighty. One, two, three.'
Wesley: 'Honestly, have you ever seen anything lovelier? So graceful, so full of life.'
Angel: 'It's strange.' Lorne: 'Hmm.' Angel: 'I remember him being taller.'
Gunn: 'You got to admire the loyalty. All night here, hitting the books. '
Angel: 'Geez, Wes! Don't you know what you're supposed to do?'
Gunn: 'Uh, Fred?' Fred: 'It doesn't make sense...he wouldn't take Angel's child.'
Gunn: 'It's hopeless. Half of these files I can't even read the client names. What is this? Frizzana? Frizzle-car?''
Groosalugg: 'Angel...You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion. Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder.'
Angel: 'My God. It's you. Connor.'
Fred: 'Still no answer on his cell phone.' Cordelia: 'That could mean something if he actually knew how to use it.'
Cordelia: 'Hi. What you got there?' Groosalugg: 'Well, I know you had grave concern for Angel's welfare, so I made some Mock-Na.'
Lorne: 'Here you go, darling.' Fred: 'Thanks.'
Lydia: 'Mr. and Mrs. Raiden, welcome to the Academy. I'm Lydia Thorpe.'
Vampire: 'Nothing human can move that fast. What are you?' Connor: 'Don't know yet.'
Dad: 'Try it again, honey. Let's see. Yeah. One more time.' Teen: 'He's just making it worse.'
Fred: 'Ah! Ah! Whoo-hoo! Oh!'
Lorne (singing): 'Memories. Like the corner of my mind. Misty water-colored memories of the way we were.'
Angel: 'No.' Lorne: 'Why?' Angel: 'No.' Lorne: 'Why?'
Newscaster: 'A series of earthquakes and what authorities are now calling 'meteor showers' have ravaged the southland tonight, igniting fires and explosions throughout the L.A....'
Lorne: 'Room service. Hey. I brought you some nice O-positive here, freshly nuked for that right out of the jugular taste.'
Newscaster: 'Officials from the national weather service remain baffled as to the cause of this strange phenomenon.'
Connor: 'Lemme guess. Out-of-towners?'
Shaman: 'Must acquire better guards.'
Angelus: 'Huh. Well. That's no fun.'
Wesley: 'Sit here. Hold this. I'll get bandages...'
Angelus: 'What did you do?...You got to do better than that, Wes.'
Cordelia: 'I know it's a bit of a shock. I mean, nobody's more shocked than me. OK, maybe him.'
Angel: 'All this time it was you, wasn't it?'
Jasmine: 'Oh, it's all so...' Angel: 'Unworthy?'
Driver: 'Wha--?' Gunn: 'All right, now I'm getting mad.'
Angel: 'Connor, you have to listen to us.' Connor: 'Listen to you? You're the ones who lie. You're the ones who hate.'
Fred: 'Charles!' Connor: 'Angel. What did you think you could do?'
Angel: 'Lilah.' Lilah: 'Angel. What's the matter, ace? Didn't think you were the only one that ever got to come back from hell around here, did ya?'
Girl: 'Please, you don't have to do this. I can get you money. You don't have...Somebody help! Aah! Aah!'
Spike: 'Go on, then.' Buffy: 'No. No, you've done enough.'
Lorne: 'Hey, uh, who wants some mu shu? I got beaucoup mu shu here.'
Fred: 'Oh! Goodnight.' Man: 'Goodnight.' Fred: 'Ahh!'
Lorne: 'It'll be fabulous. Believe me, Jerry. Yes. It's Grapes of Wrath in outer space.'
Henderson: 'This is Henderson. South side basement door's open. I'm gonna check it out.'
Emil: 'It comes down to trust. There's no Better Business Bureau for what we do. Customer complaints are dealt with through... killing, torture, beating... sometimes...fire.'
Drusilla: 'Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow.'
Promo announcer: 'Welcome to the Los Angeles branch of Wolfram & Hart.'
Angel: 'Spike... Spike, wait. That's not a prize you're holding. It's not a trophy. It's a burden.'
Nurse: 'Any psychiatric nurse, please pick up extension 4-3-2.'
Fred: 'He's been here. Picking up loads of trace signatures.' Wesley: 'Fred.'
Captain: 'Come on, come on! Let's go! Let's go! Move it!' Hodge: 'I repeat, we need immediate assistance!'
Puppets: 'In our secret backyard we can make your day more fun and less hard.'
Roger: 'I don't see why it has to be this way. There are plenty of good schools in the area.'
Wesley: 'Fred? Illyria?'
Angel: 'Harmony!' Harmony: 'I know! I called everyone. They're just...' Angel: 'Not here.'
Wesley: 'She's either... counting oxygen molecules or analyzing the petri dish she just put into her mouth. Or sleeping. I can never quite tell.'
Gunn: 'Listen, please... What did I do? No. No. Wait! Oh. Ah. Find it. Find... Gunn. Charles Gunn.''
Gunn: 'We need to act on this now.' Angel: 'Not without a full risk analysis. We don't want to be rushing into this thing half-cocked.'
Man: 'Thank you. Thank you.' Angel: 'Om nom nom.'
Angel: 'Then we're all agreed.' Spike: 'Yeah, we're all one big happy Manson family.'
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