Angel, Season 4

[Willow is planning to magically smash the jar holding Agel's soul]

Willow:
It had to be something specific. There's lots of jars in the world. Can't shatter 'em all. I mean, you could, but good things come in jars: Peanutbutter. Jelly. Those two-headed fetal pigs at the national history museum. [Wesley barely reacts.] Come on, everybody loves fetal pigs.

Wesley:
Sorry. I think my sense of humor is trapped in a jar somewhere.

Willow:
Does seem like you've given in to the grumpy side of the force.

Wesley:
A lot's happened. Not just Angelus. I'd been... I've changed. I've seen a darkness in myself. I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand.

Willow:
I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy the world.

Wesley:
Oh. So...

Willow:
Darkness. Been there.

Wesley:
Yeah. Well, I never flayed... [pauses] I had a woman chained in a closet.

Willow:
Hey!

Wesley:
Nah, doesn't compare.

Willow:
No, dark. That's dark. You've been to a place.

Wesley:
You seem exactly the same as when I left. No other major changes I'm not up on?

Willow:
Just little things. So, Fred, what's her story?