Cordelia: "What just happened? Can someone explain to me - what just happened here?"
Wesley: "I believe we were fired."
Wesley: "Let go."
Wesley: "Shown the door."
Cordelia: "Alright! I get it! - But - wh-what just happened? - Fired? Angel fired us?"
Wesley: "Looks that way."
Cordelia: "Uh, I can't believe this."
Cordelia: "Darla. It's all about Darla. One thing you can say about Angel at least he's consistent. It's always some little blonde driving him over the edge."
Lindsey: "There has to be a reason - why I'm the only one left alive."
Paramedic: "You're in shock. You need to see a doctor."
Lindsey: "I'm the only one left."
Man: "Hey, we got a live one here."
Lindsey: "We do?... Lilah."
Virginia: "You got to be kidding me. He fired you? He can't fire you! You're on a mission to protect the innocent. You can't fire someone on a mission. What did he say, exactly?"
Wesley: "You're fired."
Drusilla: "He's got cow eyes. Big and black. - Moo..."
Lindsey: "This power - that you want - does it have a target? - You going after Angel?"
Darla: "Don't say that! - Not everything is about Angel, Lindsey."
Wesley: "I suppose we're both rather at lose ends now that Angel has..."
Cordelia: "...pulled a total wig?"
Darla: "Our crusade is one of malevolent joy."
Wesley: "You blaming this on me?"
Cordelia: "I'm not blaming... - Yes. I'm blaming you. You get the blame."
Gunn: "I don't know. If I'd had to listen to you two day in day out snipe, snipe, snipe, bitch, bitch, bitch. - I figured you all got out easy, because I would have killed you."
Cordelia: "Ha. That's rich coming from Mr. 'I don't take orders - now where do I stick my ax'?"
Gunn: "What is that supposed to mean?"
Gunn: "Was one of his directives 'hire pansy-assed British guys'?"
Wesley: "My ass is not pansy."
Wesley: "Don't call me that!"
Cordelia: "Vampires, sloth demons - you know what's really, really evil? - Tequila."
Wesley: "I need to be dead now."
Host: "Well, well, I can see the maudlin segment of tonight's binge is in full swing."
Wesley: "First we examine the area for any tell tale signs of a particular kind of... eew."
Gunn: "There are different kinds of yuuch?"
Darla: "Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?"
Drusilla: "The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music."
Darla: "That's nice, Dru."
Drusilla: "Ten little soldiers, all in a line. A shot rings out... down to nine."
Drusilla: "Dead already? Bad soldiers!"
Darla: "Shh. Shh. That wasnt' Angel."
Drusilla: "He's gone. He's all gone. Oh - it hurts! It hurts!"
Darla: "Wasn't Angelus either."
Drusilla: "Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please."
Darla: "Who was that?"
Lilah: "Heard about the fire?"
Lindsey: "They're still alive."
Wesley: "You may have turned your back on your mision, but we haven't... Someone has to fight the good fight."
Angel: "Let them fight the good fight. - Someone has to fight the war."