Wesley: "It's sad. The only way some people can find a purpose in life is by becoming obsessed with demons. By the way, Gunn, technically that wasn't a Lu-rite. It was a Mu-rite, a sub-species of the Lu-rite. The male sports a small, tell-tale fin just behind the third shoulder."
Gunn: "So glad to know we're not the sad people obsessed with demons."
Wesley: "I realize we sacrifice a great deal of our - social lives. But we have to. Our work demans it."
Gunn: "True. I mean, who has time for love when you're out there doing it with the demons?... Didn't that come out sad and wrong? - I need to get out more."
Gunn: "Angel groupie. I get that. He rescued her from Pylea."
Cordelia: "I miss Pylea."
Wesley: "I would think you might. You were there a week, they made you queen. Fred was there for five years. She was a slave, a runaway, they nearly chopped her head off. All those years she spent hiding out alone in that cave."
Cordelia: "Don't! Say the 'B' word."
Man: "What happened?"
Angel: "Demon monks. I should've gone to Vegas."
Cordelia: "You guys amaze me. You'll fight hell-beasts, but you're scared of rats."
Gunn: "Man, I hate rats. With their beady eyes..."
Wesley: "...and their beady teeth."
Gunn: "And their little tails all whoosh, whoosh."
Cordelia: "Well, aren't you two just the biggest scardies I ever saw..."
Cordelia: "So, I hope you had a good retreat, all peaceful and meditate-y."
Angel: "Sure, until the monks turned out to be life-sucking Shur-hod demons."
Wesley: "Uh! Sixteenth century! Angel! Murshan Dynasty? I've always wanted one of these! I didn't think you... Oh, I can't wait to kill something with this! Any visions brewing?"
Angel: "Listen, listen, listen... What are you listening for?"
Fred: "The click. - When it all comes together and makes sense. There's like a click in your brain and then you understand things again."
Angel: "Oh. What happens if you run out of wall space before you get the click?"
Fred: "I don't know."
Angel: "Fred. Fred. You don't have to write absolutely everything down."
Fred: "Oh, right. God, I should write that down."
Angel: "There's nothing to be scared of. You're safe here in the hotel."
* Cordelia screams *
Angel: "Hold that thought!"
Bobby: "Please don't hurt her."
Elisabeth: "You love her? You'd do anything for her. What if - we just kill her and let you go? Hmm? Come on now. Life's about making choices. - You or her, what's it gonna be?"
Bobby: "Her. - Take her. God, I..."
Elisabeth: "Gee. Bobby you call that love?
Cordelia: "Oh, thank you, Dennis. - How'd I ever live without a ghost?"
Cordelia: "Ahh. These visions are killing me. They're getting worse every time."
Darla: "Young love."
Angelus: "Give it a century."
James: "I say we stay and fight the bastard."
Angelus: "Yeah, but you're an idiot."
Wesley: "Gunn and I'll hit the streets, see what our sources can tell us."
Cordelia: "Uh-huh. See? We have sources now."
Angel: "Oh, you're almost like real detectives now."
Vampire: "You want to be alone."
James: "No. - I want to die."
Cordelia: "Well, it's really - none of my business."
Angel: "And that always stops you."
Cordelia: "She was the love of your life and she died... And - you weren't there when it happened. You couldn't help her fight. You couldn't save her. - You couldn't die with her... This is gonna be one of those talks where I do all the talking, isn't it? Well, I'm not gonna pry. It's not my style... Okay, it's totally my styler, but I can tell that I'm not getting anywhere right now. But you have to tell me one thing. You owe me one thing. You owe me this much. What the hell happened with Holtz?"
James: "I'd kill you where you lay if I didn't have to get to Elisabeth."
Angelus: "Excuse me, I'm laying here with numerous arrows in me, saving your life."
James: "I'll be sure to tell Darla the utter lack of concern you had for her."
Angelus: "Buy her a hat. She loves hats. - Why are people always running off and leaving me? Am I a bad bloke? - I don't think so. Not once you get to know me... Oh. I really need a doctor."
Doctor: "Now, James... this shouldn't hurt... too much."
Merl: "This guy James you're looking for, he's alive, he's in town, and he knows what Angel did to his heartthrob. He's out for blood."
Angel: "I appreciate our courage, but I don't wanna see you get hurt."
Cordelia: "Well, I don't either! I go home, he'll come after me because I'm home alone. That's what they do, they come after you when you're alone. Oh, sure, Cordy, go home! Be a hostage witht the torture and the fear and the tort..."
Angel: "Cordy! Will you, just once, do what I tell you without arguing about everything, okay? Hurling ax. Basement?"
Cordelia: "I'm not arguing! I just know I'd be a lot safer by your side rather than all alone at home."
Fred: "Angel? - I thought I heard company. I came out of my room. Small steps - like you said."
Angel: "Go back to your room and stay there!"
Fred: "Okay then."
Cordelia: "Shut up and stake him!"
James: "You never loved anyone - or anything. Go to hell."
* Angel stakes James *
Angel: "It's alright. It's alright. It's over."
* They watch as James pulls the stake from his chest and the wound closes *
Cordelia: "Ah, over in what sense?"
Cordelia: "Alright, I've been doing this for awhile. Don't stakes through the heart and sunshine kill you guys?"
Angel: "Sh! He seems to have become..."
Angel: "Let's not exaggerate."
Cordelia: "What a creep."
James: "Well, this is a new twist in an old snake. - Is it possible you care about someone who isn't you?"
Angel: "Don't worry about her."
James: But if you've changed. If you aren't the same man who screwed Darla and couldn't care less what happened to her..."
Angel: "Where did you hear... Oh. You mean back in the day. Right."
Cordelia: "He has changed. A lot. He has a soul now and he cares about people."
James: "So you might feel something when I snap her neck."
Cordelia: "Well, it's not like he's losing sleep with the caring."
James: "You loved someone - with all your heart."
James: "No you didn't. - Because if you had you wouldn't be standing here playing games with me. You wouldn't be able to - because once she died or some bastard killed her, it would have killed everything in you."
Angel: "I wouldn't be able to go on living."
Angel: "How's that, invincible boy, huh? - Is that your idea of love, James, hmm? It's not real unless it kills you?"
James: "Yeah. What's yours? It's fun as long as it doesn't cost me anything? - You don't know what love is!... You think you won - just because you're still alive? - I lived. - You just existed."
Angel: "I am okay.'
Cordelia: "Then - what's the problem?"
Angel: "That I'm okay. That losing Buffy didn't kill me. That I could deal with it. - In all those years - no one ever mattered. Not like she did. - And now she's gone - forever."
Cordelia: "And you're still here."
Angel: "Yeah. I just feel like I'm betraying her somewhow."
Cordelia: "No! If you were a loser, if you were some sick obsessed vampire, you'd go to a Snod demon, or whatever, and get your heart cut out. But you're not! You're a living, breathing... Well, living, anyway - good guy, whose still fighting and trying to help people, and that's not betraying her, that's honoring her."
Angel: "You think?"
Cordelia: "I'm Cordelia. I don't think. I know. Okay?"
Guy: "Hmm. I thought you might have a - surprise or two in you."
Darla: "Well, you know what they say... Life's full of surprises."