Cordelia: "Cryptic much?"
Voice: "That's not the question! That's not the question. The question is: are you now or have you ever been a member of the communist party?"
Judy: "Uhm - uhm - my-my boyfriend, he's kind of the jealous type..."
Angel: "Maybe you shouldn't go wandering into other men's rooms."
Wesley: "The hotel officially closed its doors on December 16th 1979. On that morning the concierge, Roland Meeks, made his morning wake-up calls with a twelve gauge shotgun, room to room. It's been empty ever since."
Wesley: "Well. Now we know one thing for certain."
Cordelia: "Yup. It's not that vampires don't photograph, it's just that they don't photograph well."
Judy: "World ends in ten minutes. I saw you over here. I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd say hello. Hello. Have you seen the show? - You should. It makes whatever - problems we have seen insignificant in comparison. - I mean, the entire universe explodes."
Angel: "Sounds exciting."
Judy: "Can you imagine that wallpaper being the last thing you see before you go?"
Angel: "Maybe it was the wallpaper that drove him to it."
Wesley: "Frank Gillnitz. He worked as a Bellman the year that Angel was in residence, we put him in '52."
Cordelia: "But he wasn't executed until '54. Shouldn't we put him there?"
Wesley: "He wasn't executed until '54, but the crime that he committed, the murder of the salesman and the storing of the body in the hotel meat locker that occurred in '52."
Cordelia: "It's kind of like a puzzle. The 'who died horribly because Angel screwed up 50 years ago' game?"
Judy: "The guy in 215 - it wasn't a suicide. He was murdered."
Angel: "I don't think so."
Judy: "No, it's true. Which means there is going to be police - and-and questions, and-and I thought that you'd want to know, in case, maybe... I'm not implying that you've got something to hide but..."
Angel: "Everyone here's got something to hide."
Angel: "Why'd they fire you?"
Judy: "Because I'm not what I say I am. I've been passing since I was 15 years old."
Judy: "For white. My mother was colored, my father - I didn't even know him! My blood isn't pure. - It's tainted."
Angel: "It's just blood - Judy. - It-it's all just blood."
Judy: "Nobody believes that! Not even my mother's family. I'm not one thing or the other. I'm nothing."
Angel: "I know what that's like."
Angel: "Fear makes people do stupid things."
Judy: "I mean, there is such a thing as forgiveness, right?"
Wesley: "I can sense it. There is a pattern here. - Some force was residing at the Hyperion over the last decades, affecting staff and residents. - I just fear there is no real way to..."
Cordelia: "A Thesulac paranoia demon. Whispers to its victims, feeds on their innate insecurities... Angel wants to talk to you."
Manager: "Don't be paranoid."
Manager: "What seems to be the trouble?"
Actress: "There is a murderer in this hotel."
Old Guy: "And we're gonna find out who."
Denver: "A vampire wanting to slay a demon in order to help some grubby humans? I just don't get it."
Angel: "To be honest, I'm not sure I do either."
Bellhop: "Yeah! Swing, you freak! Yea, that's right, you had that coming, ha ha ha!"
Manager: "Oh, my lord. What have we done?"
Thesulac: "God I love people! - Don't you? They feed me their worst and I kind of serve it right back to them, and the fear and prejudice turns to certainty and hate, and I take another bite and mmm-mmm-mmm! What a beautiful, beautiful dance!"
Thesulac: "There is an entire hotel here just full of tortured souls that could really use your help. - What do you say?"
Angel: "Take them all."
Angel: "Watch his tentacles."
Cordelia: "Excuse me?"
Judy: "He kept them from the door. He told me I'd be safe. - Am I safe?"
Angel: "You're safe."
Judy: "Can I go out now?"
Judy: "I'm so sorry I killed you. Can you forgive me?"
Angel: "Of course."
Wesley: "I've been accused of a great many things in my time, but paranoid has never been one of them... Unless people have been saying it behind my back."
Cordelia: "We finished?"
Angel: "I think so."
Cordelia: "Good. Because I for one will be glad to see the last of this place. Gives me the heebie-jeebies."
Gunn: "No lie. Plus it kind of got an odor to it. You notice that?"
Cordelia: "70 years of violence, mayhem and paranoia - bad vibes."
Angel: "We're moving in."
Cordelia: "I mean, a few throw pillows what's not to love?"
Wesley: "Angel - you don't - find me - especially paranoid, do you?"
Angel: "Not especially."
Wesley: "Oh, thank god! - I was worried."