Angel: And I thought I knew eternity.
Cordelia: So? What did you think?
Wesley: Well, your - projection was excellent.
Angel: Yeah. I could hear every word and we were way in the back.
Cordelia: Okay, so I was loud. But was I any good?
Wesley: You - took the role and made it your own.
Cordelia: Really? Thanks. Angel, was I good?
Angel: I wouldn't say it if I didn't think so.
Cordelia: Thanks. - You didn't say it.
Angel: I didn't?
Angel: Hey, you know, it was a night in the theater I'll never forget.
Rebecca: Excuse me - are you alright?
Cordelia: Oh, he's fine. It was such an honor to save your life, Ms. Lowell.
Rebecca: He doesn't know who I am.
Cordelia: He's culturally retarded that way.
Rebecca: Look, I'd like to apologize...
Cordelia: Oh, he does that. Here is our card. If you ever need rescuing, or want to pal around or something - call us!.
Cordelia: The thing with Rebecca Lowell - I'm in the picture.
Cordelia: Right there.
Cordelia: Right there! Next to Rebecca. That's my elbow.
Angel: Guys. Can we just forget about Rebecca Lowell? I mean, we ran into an actor. It's Hollywood. It happens. We have a nice photo of Cordelia's - elbow and an article about me saving a TV-star. Just because the papers want to make it...
Wesley: There is no mention of you.
Cordelia: First off, Rebecca Lowell hasn't had a series since 'On Your Own' was canceled, and that was almost a season and a half ago!
Wesley: And they say there are no season in Los Angeles.
Angel: And I'm sorry, but - I can't take your case.
* Voice through closed door *
Cordelia: Are you insane?
Cordelia: Great! Just - great. Because Mr. Distance has intimacy issues, I lose my brush with fame!
Angel: Oh, jeez. Cordelia, she is just a person.
Cordelia: Spoke like a true non-person!
Angel: I'm not what you think.
Rebecca: You're not? Because - no reflection, - dark, private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood, I guess what I would think is - vampire.
Angel: Then again...
Rebecca: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they're vampires.
Angel: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed but...
Rebecca: This is real. - You're real. - Do you drink blood?
Angel: Yeah. But not people.
Rebecca: You're not a killer.
Angel: I gave that up.
Rebecca: Well, there is a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
Wesley: You're worried about the curse. I wouldn't be.
Cordelia: Hey, you weren't around the last time Angel went mental. I, on the other hand, was on the first wave of the clean-up crew. - He knows perfect happiness, he goes evil. So don't tell me not to worry.
Wesley: Angel's moment of true happiness occurred because he was with Buffy. You realize how rare that is - true happiness? - And what are the odds he's find that with an actress.
Cordelia: What's that supposed to mean?
Rebecca: I don't - pay you to love me.
Oliver: No. That you get for free.
Cordelia: Yee-hee-hee! Oh, sorry I didn't mean to squeal in public. Anyway thank you for calling. You must have a ton of friends you could have asked.
Rebecca: Yeah, but - none of them would know what to buy a 200 year-old vampire as a thank-you gift.
Cordelia: Oh god! He's impossible to buy for. What on earth does he need? More socks?
Cordelia: Anyway the whole time Rebecca is real gabby, asking questions about Angel.
Wesley: Well, what sort of questions?
Cordelia: Oh, you know, where does Angel hail from, what's his favorite color, what kind of after-shave he wears, the exact specific details on how someone could make themselves into a vampire.
Wesley: Surely you don't think...
Cordelia: What? - That she'd try to maneuver Angel into an exchange of bodily fluids in order to make herself eternally young and beautiful, thus saving her failing career? Gee, now that you mention it.
Angel: No. You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? - What you really want is to make it disappear.
Angel: It's a big decision, Rebecca. Eternity.
Rebecca: This isn't you.
Angel: They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!
Wesley: What did you give him?
Rebecca: Does it matter?
Cordelia: Well, if he's all homicidal, I'm thinking YEAH!
Angel: You warning me? What happened, Wes? - Did you suddenly grow a pair? Well, that's it, isn't it? I mean, that's the whole root of your inferiority complex. Well, good news, Wes, old boy! You don't really have an inferiority complex. You're just simply - inferior.
Angel: That's just drinking water.
Cordelia: Fresh from a mountain spring, delivered right to our door - them blessed every second Tuesday by Father Mackie, the local parish priest, while you're down in the Bat-cave, sleeping through the better part of the day. - You don't believe me? - Have some!... And the Oscar goes to...
Cordelia: Are you still evil?
Angel: I need to apologize to both of you.
Wesley: There is really no need.
Cordelia: Uh, hello?
Angel: You're not going to untie me, are you?
Angel: Wesley? - Cordelia? - Guys?