Darla: “I so loathe cheap royalty.”

Angelus: “They all taste the same to me.”

Angelus: “Don’t you look spiffy!”

The Judge: “Spiffy?”

Spike: “No more of this ‘I’ve got a soul’ crap?”

Angelus: “What can I say, hmm? I was going through a phase.”

The Master: “We do not live amongst the human pestilence!”

Angelus: “I’ll be honest, you really couldn’t with that face, now could you?”