Cordelia: Hi! Are you having fun?
Angel: Sure. - This is, ah...
Cordelia: Your idea of hell?
Angel: Actually in hell you tend to know a lot of the people.
Girl: Hey. Nice sweater. Hand knit?
Wesley: Certainly not by me.
Angel: I don't dance.
Angel: Hi Dennis. - How are you doing? Hmm, still dead? I know the feeling.
Angel: Good morning. Is there coffee?
Cordelia: They're still in bean form. I - thought I ordered the ground. Maybe you could crush the beans with your vampire strength? Just mush the bag. Mush it.
Cordelia: I'm so glad you came. You know how parties are. You're always worried that no one is going to suck the energy out of the room like a giant black hole of boring despair. But there you were - in the clinch!
Angel: I didn't... - Boring?
Angel: Still, I mean, the quiet, reserved - thing, don't you think it mades me kind of - I don't know, cool?
Cordelia: He was cooler.
Wesley: Good morning.
Angel: Now I'm depressed.
Cordelia: Well, this it great! Now we're really... Do I have to take a pay-cut?... a team.
Angel: He's not from our dimension.
Wesley: Ah, they must come to ours via portals.
Cordelia: Portals? There are portals now? When did they put in portals? - Don't we have enough on our hands without burning monster fiends coming here?
Cordelia: Did you find it?
Angel: Yeah. It's not an 'it' it's a 'she'...
Cordelia: A chick that burns?
Angel: And this brings us to Monet's incomparable 'La Music Aux Tuileries'. First exhibited in 1863... On the left one spies the painter himself. In the middle distance is the French poet and critic Baudelaire, a friend of the artist. Now, Baudelaire - interesting fellow. In his poem 'Le Vampire' he wrote: 'Thou who abruptly as a knife didst come into my heart.' - He, ah, strongly believed that evil forces surrounded mankind. And some even speculated that the poem was about a real vampire. Oh and, ah, Baudelaire was actually a little taller and a lot drunker than he is depicted here.
Wesley: I think I've located them. The Vigories of Oden Tal.
Cordelia: The what of whatee?
Jhiera: Why are you doing this. I thought vampires were killers.
Angel: They are. I was cursed by gypsies.
Jhiera: Cursed to help people?
Angel: Yeah. - Gypsies they have a strange sense of - humor.
Wesley: Still no answer.
Cordelia: I bet he forgot to turn that thing on again! You'd think a guy that knows how to use an ancient Scythian short bow could figure out how to use a cell phone!
Cordelia: Wow. Groveling isn't just a way of life for you, it's an art.
Wesley: I do not grovel. Please don't fire me. What happened yesterday was an anomaly. I'm very rarely taken hostage.
Angel: If you vowed to protect the innocent it shouldn't matter which dimension they're from.
Jhiera: An easy statement when your people are free.