Angel: "That night still haunts me. I'm ashamed of how I treated you... The way I used you... I took - what I needed... then I cast you aside and that - that was wrong of me. Was very wrong."
Merl: "He's reading!"
Angel: "I made some notes."
Merl: "I don't feel the sincerity here."
Angel: "I told you this was a waste of time."
Merl: "Real friends don't need notes."
Angel: "We're not friends Merl! We barely even know each other."
Merl: "Not like you made the effort either, is it?!"
Merl: "What do I want? Huh? I tell you what I want. I want back the three months I spent in therapy after being hung upside down in a sewer. That's what I want."
Merl: "Whatever! Okay? Cause I'm done listening to this bloodsucker! And the same goes for the rest of you, alright? I never want to see any of you ever again!... Uh, so, who's gonna give me a ride home?"
Gio: "Why is it - that places like LA and Miami bring out the teeth you suppose? I mean, you would think that the vamps would wanna hang in less sunny climes, you know what I'm saying?"
Cordelia: "Some people just need a little time alone. I wouldn't worry."
Angel: "She's had time alone. Five years. I think that's the problem... She's been back in this world for three months and she still hasn't gone out into it."
Cordelia: "Right. And it's not like the last time she went out into it she got sucked into an interdimensional portal and ended up living like a hunted animal in a hostile demon alterna-world or anything. Oh, wait. Kinda is, isn't it?"
Angel: "You don't like her?"
Cordelia: "Sure I like her. What's not to like?... She's sweet and adorable and- seems to be laughing at something that shrub just said. Look, it's not that I don't like her. It's just - I don't get her."
Angel: "What's this?"
Cordelia: "Enemies of Merl list."
Angel: "Hey. - Why is my name at the top of this list?"
Cordelia: "Ah - 'a'?"
Angel: "Merl and I were not enemies."
Cordelia: "Oh, okay, my mistake."
Angel: "I'm the one that found the body, remember?"
Cordelia: "Oh. And that's not suspicious. The one time you pay Merl a social visit and he ends up - dead?"
Angel: "You know, ask yourself this: if I'd killed Merl would I've - brought donuts?"
Angel: "I think when we find out whatever is doing this - we're gonna need Gunn."
Wesley: "I agree. From the looks of this, whatever we're up against is - quite big. Extremely powerful..."
Angel: "...and really pissed off."
Monster: "Hello? - Who's there, please?"
Wesley: "Charles, things aren't always so simple as - going out and slaying the big, bad ugly. There are in this world shades of gray..."
Gunn: "Yeah. And shades of green, and a kind of sickly looking yellow with pink eyes and sometimes puce with horns, too. I get it. What I don't get is why we're suddenly playing cleanup crew to a bunch of lowlife demons!"
Wesley: "I'm saying that whatever is responsible for these attacks isn't making any distinctions. It's just killing. Randomly."
Gio: "You know something? - He still thinks you're some kind of hero. - But me and you, we know better, right? - Yeah. Yeah, we know better."
Wesley: "Something's missing."
Angel: "Maybe it's something that's never been recorded here before."
Cordelia: "Just, please, don't tell me another portal has opened up. We have enough monsters in Los Angeles already!"
Cordelia: "What if I... - What if we went out together?"
Fred: "Well - I suppose I would be okay if I was with you, right?"
Fred: "I mean, that'd be safe, right?"
Cordelia: "Of course it would."
Fred: "No one would even bother to look at me twice with you around!"
Cordelia: "Exactly. - Ah. No. - Now, that's just not true!"
Angel: "I know the pattern. The seeming randomness of it, the chaos. There is a larger purpose behind every move."
Angel: "To have fun."
Fred: "Crazy. I'm crazy for feeling so lonely. I'm crazy..."
Cordelia: "I swear to god she picked out the song herself."
Lorne: "Oh, my club!"
Gunn: "You can't do that, man. I can't let you. - You lost the mission, bro."
Gunn: "What you been doing, man, this ain't right. None of this is right! This is not what we're about."
Gio: "After all - we ain't monsters."
Rondell: "How can you be sitting up in here with these things and tell me I'm the one that lost the mission?"
Gunn: "Because it's true. - We used to face death because we had to. Now you're chasing it down, man, for the fun of it. That ain't right."
Angel: "Here. I want you to go to this address."
Cordelia: "What is it?"
Angel: "Transuding furies."
Lorne: "Was three thousand miles really far enough, I wonder? I know why you left... Why you ran. - You couldn't stay there, could you? - After what you did. - She trusted you."
Gio: "Shut up."
Lorne: "Right up until the end she trusted you. Did you know that?"
Gio: "So who does he go after? Who does he draw on? The baby-killing monster? No, me, that's who. What does that tell you?"
Gunn: "Tells me there's a whole lot of monsters in this room to choose from."
Gio: "Yeah, maybe you're one of them."
Lorne: "This is a sanctuary."
Gio: "Not anymore it ain't."
Wesley: "This is madness. Angel has a soul."
Gio: "He's a vampire."
Wesley: "With a soul!"
Gio: "Whatever. - You think that makes him the same as us?"
Wesley: "No. Better. Better than you, anyway. When he did his pleasure killing he had no soul. You can make no such claim."
Cordelia: "So, ah, Angel says you and he go - way back?"
Furies: "Mmm, Angel."
Gunn: "You think I won't kill him because he's my friend? That ain't why. Truth is, he can never be my friend. It's on account of what he is. Not his fault, really. Just the way it worked out."
Rondell: "He ain't your friend. I am. And you gonna chose that over me?"
Gunn: "Looks like. It's about the mission, bro. He's got it. You don't."
Furies: "Only Angel is equipped to make good on this debt."
Cordelia: "Angel... I don't know. For a guy, who's a couple of centuries old - not very big with the wise investing... And when you say 'equipped' that isn't what you mean, is it?"
Furies: "Mmm, Angel."
Cordelia: "Got it. And 'eww!'"
Fred: "Although I though I might just shoot you in the throat instead. Now, if I pierce one of your carotid arteries, considering the temperature in here, cause I think somebody shot the thermostat, the blood loss is gonna be heavy. And there's a chance I'll puncture a vocal cord and you won't even be able to scream. But you'll want to when the blood loss to your brain results in a cerebral vascular event. - That's a stroke. I wasn't trying to sound snooty."
Wesley: "It's never easy - the pull of divided loyalties. - Whatever choice we do end up making we feel as though we've betrayed someone."
Gunn: "No matter what else, I think I proved that you can trust me when I could have killed you and I didn't."
Angel: "No. - You'll prove that I can trust you when the day comes that you have to kill me - and you do."