Angel: "Then - just keep moving the line. You'll be able to keep an attacker busy until... - You know."
Cordelia: "What? Until he dies of old age or until you swoop in to save me? Angel, I didn't ask you to train me so I could stave. I already know how to stave. Now I need to learn how to fight!"
Angel: "You don't think that I would?"
Cordelia: "Would what?"
Angel: "Save you."
Cordelia: "Men-folk not always around to protect the women-folk, you know? - Besides, what if it turned out you were the guy I had to fight? Could happen."
Cordelia: "Three years of Varsity Cheer Squad, I only ever had to be shown a move once."
Angel: "You know, Cordelia, handling a lethal weapon is a little different from shaking a pom-pom."
Lilah: "Billy, your family has been worried sick. Where have you been?"
Billy: "Went for a walk."
Lilah: "A walk. For three days?"
Gavin: "The boy was feeling cooped up."
Gavin: "Nice boy."
Lilah: "Yeah, Billy? He's great. Had his own private room in hell. Family connections."
Gavin: "You think? Who told you, you could think? You know, why don't you try listening once in a while instead of constantly flapping that fat mouth of yours?"
Gunn: "Dead! So dead! So very, very dead. Just how dead are you, huh?"
Angel: "I'm tired of being the dead one."
Cordelia: "Wesley, if you wanna get to know Fred better, maybe the next time you have her over for an intimate dinner for two, you won't ask the rest of us to come along."
Wesley: "Ah, I don't... I mean... Was I that obvious?"
Wesley: "Still, the last thing any of us should be doing is - coupling - with each other, I mean. Office romances, even under the most normal circumstances..."
Cordelia: "We don't live in normal circumstances. - I mean, what are the odds of any of us actually finding someone out there who can deal with the kind of stuff we have to deal with? I don't know. Maybe we are meant..."
Wesley: "For each other?"
Cordelia: "Actually I was gonna say 'to be alone'. But what the heck. - Wesley, if you like her, tell her. Just go right up to her and... hug her into little pieces."
Cordelia: "What? - What?!... Okay. Kinda cute. So, who is he?"
Cordelia: "You're sure this is him? This is the guy?"
Angel: "You pull someone from a hell dimension, you tend to remember their face. Yeah. - That's him."
Lilah: "That's a very dramatic entrance - except for the part where you can't enter."
Angel: "You like to hurt women, do you, Billy? That make you feel like a man?"
Billy: "I have never hurt a woman in my life. - I just like to watch."
Cordelia: "Well, an impenetrable cube of hell fire in a heavily guarded demon dimension couldn't do much, so my guess - regular bars? Not really going to be a problem."
Cordelia: "It's dangerous. He's dangerous. What if he lays his whammy on you?"
Cordelia: "I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you didn't tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him."
Lilah: "And what makes you think I'm gonna do that?"
Cordelia: "Well, there's your face - for starters."
Lilah: "I know the risks of my job and I accept them."
Cordelia: "Then why were you crying five minutes ago? - There's not a thing about badly reapplied mascara that I don't know."
Cordelia: "Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch."
Lilah: "So? You know me."
Cordelia: "Please, I was you - with better shoes."
Cordelia: "Billy Blim makes people crazy."
Lilah: "Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primordial misogyny in them. Turns them into killers."
Cordelia: "It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it, that your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down because he doesn't even think of you as alive. - No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to wear the mantle of 'vicious bitch' would ever put up with it. - Where is Billy going?"
Wesley: "Speaking of saliva, where is Cordelia?"
Fred: "What do you mean 'speaking of saliva'? How does saliva make you..."
Wesley: "It's a simple question. Where is Cordelia?"
Wesley: "That's better. Lie to me again - and we're going to have a problem."
Wesley: "However, we are going to have to make some changes around here."
Fred: "Changes can be good, I guess."
Wesley: "Like, no more of these provocative little outfits you wear."
Wesley: "Maybe Mommy and Daddy never explained to you that men - grown men - are wired a certain way. - You can't be coming in here day after day waving it in my face like this."
Wesley: "You're practically daring me to take it. Is that what you want?"
Fred: "This conversation is making me very uncomfortable."
Wesley: "Oh, you're uncomfortable. That's rich! How do you think I feel? What do you think it's like for me with you smelling the way you do?"
Fred: "Wesley, please."
Wesley: "You think you can taunt a man and get away with it? You brush up close, bat your eyes - and then when our backs are turned, you laugh at us."
Fred: "No, I would never..."
Wesley: "Humiliate us. You think you can do anything you please because you're connceted to life, because you bleed, is that it?"
Wesley: "I'll show you blood."
Angel: "So can you explain somethign to me? - How come you invited me in after I told you I wanted to kill your cousin?"
Dylan: "You're Angel, right?"
Angel: "Did Billy mention me?"
Dylan: "No, no. There was a chick here. She was cute, brunette. Well, she said that a melodramatic guy named Angel would eventually show up."
Angel: "Cordelia... - thinks I'm melodramatic?"
Dylan: "Well, you did say that you were gonna kill my cousin."
Wesley: "Fred? - I know what you're doing. - What you're up to. - Luring me. Forcing me to find you. - Oh, it's such a dog and pony show. - You beguile me with your girlish ways... I pursue you... but you never give over, do you? - No, you just keep laughing and running... Well, guess what, my love - I'm not some downy-faced schoolboy... I'm a man... You can't come out into the open, can you? - No, you hide - you decieve... It's nothing new. It goes all the way back to Eve. - You and the serpent plotting behind our backs. - 'Here, honey, eat this. It's just an apple'. - That's the problem with your sex - you're all weak, and you're all dirty and you won't be satisfied until you've brought each and every one of us out of the garden and down into the muck with you!... Why do you make me do this?"
Billy: "You think I hate you because you're a woman. I don't."
Cordelia: "Gee, and I was feeling special."
Billy: "I don't hate women. I mean, sure, you're all whores who sell yourselves for money and prestige, but men are just as bad. Maybe even worse. They're willing to throw away careers or families, or even lives for what's under your skirt!"
Cordelia: "I'm wearing pants."
Billy: "So, you can dress like a man, talk like a man? Does that make you feel superior?"
Cordelia: "Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. - And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me."
Fred: "Somehow he got infected. All I can figure it happened while he was working with Billy's blood from the handprint."
Gunn: "You mean, that - that fingerprinty-looking handprint downstairs is Billy's blood? So you're saying that Wes turned into a psycho killer because of that bloody handprint that - I picked up and looked at?"
Fred: "When you put it that way, it kinda worries me."
Gunn: "Plan B is the plan where if you don't stop whining I bash in your... Oh, god."
Cordelia: "Angel - you can fight this!"
Billy: "Don't fight it - feel it! You can, can't you? All that rage, all that hatred bubbling to the surface? I actually never done this to a vampire. Should be pretty entertaining."
Angel: "Please - go."
Cordelia: "I can't. I have this problem. This happening to you because of me. Because of me. So, I can't leave you - Angel - I won't."
Angel: "You think that's your problem? - That's not your problem. - You know what your real problem is?... Guys like him!... Cause you got no power over me."
Gunn: "Take this and knock me out. Knock me out!"
Fred: "You want me to hit you?"
Cordelia: "So why didn't Billy's touch affect you?"
Angel: "Well, maybe because - I'm not human."
Cordelia: "Oh, right. And a vampire could never be turned into a monster."
Angel: "Well, that thing that Billy brought out in others? - The hatred and anger... that's something I lost a long time ago."
Cordelia: "Even when you were evil?"
Angel: "I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger, it was always about the - pain and the pleasure."
Cordelia: "Huh. - So I guess you could say that your demoness makes you less petty than humans. Almost noble - I mean, in a twisted, dark and really distrubing kind of way."
Cordelia: "Hm-mm. It's weird!"
Angel: "What is?"
Cordelia: "I'm starting to bet used to being creeped out and comforted at the same time."
Angel: "I get that."
Wesley: "Fred, I tried to kill you."
Fred: "That wasn't you."
Wesley: "How can you know that? Something inside me was forced to the surface. Something primal, something..."
Fred: "Do you wanna kill me?"
Wesley: "Oh, God, no."
Fred: "It wasn't something in you, Wesley. It was something that was done to you."
Wesley: "I don't know what kind of man I am anymore."
Fred: "Well, I do. - You're a good man."