There's No Place like Plrtz Glrb
Cordelia: "You didn't do anything. - I don't like it here anymore. - I just wanna go home."
Lorne: "Oh, honey, I'm right there with you."
* she screams *
Lorne: "You have to breathe sometime. - Good lord, shut up, woman!... It's not like I have hands to cover my ears here, you know?"
Markallo: "Kakdar, remove the traitor's filthy head from our lady's august presence."
Cordelia: "No, no, no, no! I - like the filthy head. That is, ah, I want to defile it more!... I just keep it - to spit upon, and-and-and when I grow tired of that, I-I-I will make it into ah, a planter. A traitor planter - for all to see. - - Or maybe a candy dish."
Gunn: "I've got a plan."
Wesley: "Oh thank god! What is it?"
Gunn: "We die horribly and painfully, you go to hell and I spend eternity in the arms of baby Jesus."
Wesley: "Oh."
Fred: "We all got our demons... Okay, so - maybe you got a beast in you. But I know what it's like to be squirrelly and a freak with no one to..."
Fred: "Tacos!"
Cordelia: "You're not lowly. Please get up. You're just like me."
Marelda: "Like you? The light that shines in the darkness upon the land?"
Cordelia: "Sure. - Is - is-is that what they really call me? Anyway. You have served me well and loyally these last - two and a half - days. I'm very fond of you Lamara."
Marelda: "Marelda."
Cordelia: "I knew that."
Marelda: "Of course you did, exalted one. You know all. You must cut my tongue from my worthless skull!"
Cordelia: "No! No cutting. What is it with you people and mutilation?"
Marelda: "We don't have a lot of - entertainment, mum."
Angel: "Krv... drplgr... I know these words. These are the words we used to open up the portals."
Fred: "They're not words. They're consonant representations of a mathematical transfiguration formula.'
Angel: "Well, obviously."
Angel: "Can't change. Won't change."
Sasha: "Though their hands were tied and their necks were bared they fought with us... I'm ashamed. We nearly cut your heads off."
Wesley: "You were just doing your job."
Lorne: "Oh, god. Oh no!"
Cordelia: "What? - Boy, that looks like your suit."
Lorne: "It is my suit! You think they have French Viscose in this hellhole? - Why am I still alive? Once they chop me up it's over! I'm looking at pieces of myself! Oh, it's over! Wait a second. Since when do I have five toes?"
Cordelia: "Shh! Somebody's coming... Do you mind if I hit him over the head with you?"
Lorne: "Yes!"
Wesley: "Why do people keep putting me in charge of things?"
Gunn: "I have no idea."
Groo: "I disobeyed the Covenant. I shall spend eternity burning in Tarkna for my sin."
Cordelia: "Oh, who believes in a literal Tarkna nowadays."
Groo: "It was worth it for one moment of your intimate touch."
Cordelia: "That was an accident. I-it was kind of dark and - oh - you mean the hug... When I hugged you. That was nice."
Cordelia: "Groo - I can't give up my visions. - I like them. Okay, I don't like the searing pain and agony that is steadily getting worse."
Groo: "You are pure human. - You are not meant to carry such a burden."
Cordelia: "Maybe not. - But I'm not ready to give them up either. - They're a part of who I am now. They're an honor."
Gunn: "It's kind of a crazy place here. - The sooner we all get out of here the better."
Angel: "Fred here might be able to help us with that. She knows a lot about the portals."
Fred: "Not a lot. The trionic speechcraft formulation/modification has to alter the dynamic reality sphere... - Lutzbalm predicted it at Zurig in '89 -- laughed him off the stage - although this slavery and degradation's no laughing matter... it's no Crug-grain and Kalla berry breakfast all right."
Angel: "She's been here a while."
Gunn: "I'm only gonna say this once. The guys you send to create those diversions are gonna die."
Wesley: "Yes, they are. You try not to get anybody killed you wind up getting everybody killed."
Angel: "I challenge the groosalug to mortal combat... Come on out and face me you spineless coward!"
Fred: "Uh! Why'd you add that coward thing? That's really gonna piss him off."
Cordelia: "Your cow-princess is tired of hearing you yak, padre."
Angel: "Alright. What part of be being all noble here - didn't get through?"
Cordelia: "Stop. Stop the fight. Don't hurt him. Stop. I love him. I love him."
Angel: "You love me?"
Cordelia: "Not you, dumb ass. Him! I love him!"
Angel: "Oh."
Cordelia: "Lay down your weapons! Silas is dead. All priests have been defeated. Any guard who harms a human from this day forth shall have to answer to me!"
Angel: "She loves me, too, right?"
Cordelia: "Are you okay? - Did he hurt you?"
Angel: "As a friend and co-worker."
Cordelia: "Can I get some medical attention around here, people?"
Angel: "Maybe love is too strong a term."
Angel: "Hey. Isn't there something you wanna say to your mother?"
Lorne: "Hmm, may you burn in Tarkna?"
Angel: "Come on. She's not that bad. I mean, she didn't store your body on top of the maggot pile like you thought she would, now did she?"
Lorne: "Bye mom. Thanks for storing my body on the lice pile instead of the maggot heap."
Mom: "I thought you were lost to us forever... But you came back. You came back... The runt of my loins came back after raining such misery upon our lives... and manged to shame us even further!"
Mom: "May you rot in Tarkna!"
Angel: "Every family's got its problems."
Mom: "Numfar, do the dance of shame."
Angel: "Yours more than most."
Lorne: "My psychic friend told me I had to come back here. I didn't believe her. Then I realized I did have to come back here, because - I really always thought I had to come back here, deep down inside, you know? I had to come back here to find out I didn't have to come back here. I don't belong here. I hate it here. You know where I belong? LA. You know why? Nobody belongs there. It's the perfect place for guys like us."
Angel: "That's kind of beautiful."
Lorne: "Ain't it? I'm very moved, if I do say so myself."
Cordelia: "You're in charge now. You got a long road ahead. Slavery has ended but - reconstruction has just begun."
Groo: "What is this - recon-struction?"
Cordelia: "Gunn, you wanna field this?"
Gunn: "It means - sayin people are free don't make em free. - You got - races that hate each other, you got some folks gettin work they don't want, - others losin the little they had. - You're looking at social confusin, economic depression and probably - some riots. - Good luck."
Cordelia: "You'll do fine."
Groo: "Do you have to go, majesty?"
Cordelia: "I don't want to. I'm really gonna miss your eyes - and the majesty thing - but-but I have a job to do back home. - It was really fun being your princess."
Wesley: "Should people be bowing in a free society?"
Cordelia: "These things take time."
Angel: "Okay. Can I say it? I wanna say it."
Wesley: "Say what?"
Angel: "There's no place like... Willow?"
Cordelia: "What's...?"
Angel: "It's Buffy."