Angel: "Geez, Wes! Don't you know what you're supposed to do?"
Wesley: "Sorry. I don't know what I was... I didn't sleep very well."
Angel: "Yeah, and you look like hell. Not the fun one, where they burn you with hot pokers for all eternity, but the hardcore one, you know, Nixon and Brittany Spears?"
Angel: "You like that broadsword? That's your old man's favorite... Wes! He's gonna be crawling in no time. We got to start baby proofing this place!"
Lorne: "Kim is good people. She came to see me a couple of years ago."
Kim: "He put me on my true path."
Lorne: "She was throwing her life away in medical school, when she should have been a singer."
Gunn: "Yeah. Who needs more doctors in the world when you can have a singing demons?"
Kim: "Well, the demon part - is new."
Angel: "Ha! Singing demons, flying nuns. Good one, G!"
Angel: "I like nuns. How did the flying nun fly anyway? Was it god or - magic?... What? You think about these things sometimes."
Kim: "Uhm - well, then they started changing. Stevie, the lead guitar grew a seventh finger like overnight."
Kim: "Well, he already had six. I just thought... I don't really know what I thought. And Raw, the drummer, suddenly sprouted that spiny thing on his back..."
Fred: "I thought your saliva was suspect. What with being green and all... No offense, Lorne."
Gunn: "I wonder why they would wanna look like musicians?"
Angel: "For the chicks. Musicians get the chicks!... What? They're gonna appear as dentists?"
Angel: "I'm up for a little kick-ass! Come on! Who's with me?"
Angel: "We're not the 'A' and 'R' guys. We're just here to kill you."
Drummer: "Ah, dude, they wanna kill us."
Singer: "Okay. But they're still paying for the window."
Gunn: "Oh, come on! Take it like a demon."
Wesley: "Who did you lose?"
Wesley: "You're here in Holtz' army - ready to kill others, die for the cause. You must have lost someone very important to you."
Justine: "That's none of your business."
Holtz: "Her twin sister Julia was murdered by vampires."
Wesley: "You lost family. I'm sorry. Angel and the people I work with are my family - and when I say I don't want to see anyone get hurt... I mostly mean them."
Gunn: "The Wraith-ers are no more."
Angel: "Tore 'em apart."
Angel: "What's wrong with me?"
Wesley: "You're a soldier, fight to the death kind. I respect that. You work for a man, who you think is noble and good. I respect that. Trouble is, he's not."
Justine: "You work with a vampire."
Wesley: "Who in fact is noble and good. Quirky, but there it is. Holtz talks about 'justice' and it's stirring, but what he wants is revenge. He's driven by it, blinded by it, and if you, me, or anyone else gets in his way, he'll kill for it."
Lorne: "So, they've been feeding you your own son's blood so you'd get the taste of it and want more."
Fred: "Who's they?"
Angel: "Who do you think?"
Angel: "Don't you ever get tired of the whole femme fatale act?"
Angel: "Thing about a game face, Lilah, you wear it long enough, it stops being something you can put on and take off."
Lilah: "Wow. We've spent so much time and money on you. You're so pivotal to the coming cataclysm, that I sometimes forget how dense you can be. The game face - the one I worked so hard to get - I became that years ago. Just like you've become simpering and good from yours. You're the new poster boy for human. Thank you very much. I don't want it."
Angel: "Hmm, speaking as one non-human to another: sorry if I hit a nerve."
Lilah: "You think you can awaken some buried spark of decency in me? Is that the way you... help your helpless? - I'm not helpless. I'm glad you came along, because I was sitting here 'what's it all about' and now I know. It is all about making the rest of your eternal life miserable. Shall we drink to that?"
Sahjhan: "You back-stabbing, traitorous bitch... I have a lot of work to do. I can't be in every time/space at once, and here I find you drinking with my sworn enemy."
Angel: "Sworn enemy? Really? Have we met? Because I don't remember swearing."
Sahjhan: "You will learn nothing from me."
Lilah: "Other than that you're his sworn enemy, who brought Holtz back, and when that didn't work out, you came to me. Idiot."
Sahjhan: "Hey! You think my life is easy? I'm jumping from one dimension to another. I don't always have sound. Sometimes it's just a visual. Saw you two sitting here all chummy."
Angel: "So, why do you wanna kill me?"
Lilah: "He wouldn't tell me either. Not that I need a reason. I was just curious. DId he boink your demon bride? Eat your mother?... You really don't know who he is."
Sahjhan: "You will pay."
Angel: "For what?"
Angel: "Sleep tight, big guy... Daddy will see you real soon."
Angel: "This'll be good for both of us. He can bond with his Uncle Wes... I can get some rest."
Gunn: "We'll stay up with you."
Angel: "Really? Thanks. - You know, he's just a little guy."
Angel: "You know - I met a friend of yours tonight. A demon named Sahjhan?"
Holtz: "Wht did he have to say?"
Angel: "He was cryptic. Actually he was kind of long-winded. I didn't quite get what his deal was. I wasn't paying that much attention to him. He hates me. Do you know why?"
Holtz: "I don't really care why."
Angel: "Are you here to fight or shall I make some tea?"
Lorne: "He - he's been to see Holtz behind your back. Twice. And he's not taking the baby overnight. He's - he's taking the baby away - for good."
Gunn: "It doesn't make any sense. Why would Wes do a thing like that? You must have read him wrong."
Lorne: "No, I read him right. And I've got the gash on my noggin to prove it."
Lorne: "Shouldn't we be getting these guys to a hospital or morgue?"
Holtz: "Hello, son. I'm your father. And that strong lady with the black eye is your mother. Your name is Steven Franklin Thomas. And you're going to grow up with me on a little ranch in the middle of nowhere. What's it like in Utah?"
Lilah: "That's cute. You'd rather see the fanatic with the baby than us?"
Lilah: "Ignore the loud mouth with the bad skin. He's impotent in this dimension."
Sahjhan: "Wow. I didn't count on that. Kinda takes care of my problem."
Lilah: "Hhmp! Well, I'm looking at a mountain of paperwork."
Commander: "Should we do something about..."
Lilah: "Yes, we should. - We should let him suffer."