Angel, Season 5

Gunn:
Still not sure why Blondie Ghost tagged along.

Spike:
Not much choice really, is there? Can't drink, smoke, diddle my willy. Doesn't leave much to do other than watch you blokes stumble around playing Agatha Christie.

Wesley:
Yeah, remind me again how you ended up in the front seat.

Spike:
Called shotgun, mate.

Wesley:
Oh. [pulls up a shotgun] I thought we were doing a weapons check.

Gunn:
Nothing wrong with that. [pulls up an axe] We may need these bad boys if we're going up against some Mexican Day of the Dead heart-sucking monster.

Wesley:
Angel, the church we're looking for is about half a mile... [Angel suddenly spins the car around in a 180]

Spike:
Always was a bit of a drama queen.