Jasmine: "It's all so..."
Jasmine: "Angel, I can feel your suffering. But now... that suffering is going to end."
Fred: "I should have done this a long time ago. I don't know what I was thinking, letting these books be all unorganized."
Lorne: "Well, one does tend to let the housekeeping slide during an apocalypta-lite."
Fred: "What's that?"
Lorne: "Oh, relax. It's just the buzz saw. Nothing to get worked up over. It's Gunn and Wes down in the basement. They're dismembering that armor-plated demon Skip."
Fred: "Oh, right. Well, there's been an awful lot of dismembering going on in that basement lately if you ask me."
Fred: "Are you evilish? Cause I'm confused."
Gunn: "Okay, so what are we dealing with?"
Fred: "Eight legs? Three heads? Horns?"
Fred: "No offense."
Connor: "Two legs, one head, no horns."
Lorne: "Let me guess... green?"
Angel: "No. Kind of... mocha."
Angel: "We don't want to kill her. We just want to find... so we can worship her. That's all."
Lorne: "My god..."
Jasmine: "People keep saying that."
Lorne: "Eternal bliss. It suits her."
Wes: "Back? Then you've been here before?"
Jasmine: "Yes. In the beginning, before the time of man, great beings walked the earth. Untold power emanated from all quarters: the seeds of what would come to be known as good and evil. But the shadows stretched and became darkness and the malevolent among us grew stronger. The earth became a demon realm. Those of us who had the will to resist left this place but we remained ever watchful."
Gunn: "You're a Power That... Was?"
Jasmine: "But then something new emerged from deep inside the earth - neither demon nor god."
Jasmine: "And it seemed, for a time, that through this new race, a balance might be restored."
Fred: "I guess we really let you down."
Jasmine: "But you didn't. It was we who failed you. We became little more than observers. I could no longer bear to just watch. All the suffering... I had to find a way back."
Jasmine: "I know there's been chaos."
Wes: "All the events we've witnessed these past months, all the madness... it was birth pains."
Jasmine: "We're going to change the world."
Jasmine: "Now what are we going to call me?"
Fred: "You don't have a name."
Fred: "You should have a name."
Fred: "I don't know... I can't imagine one word summing you up. I mean, you're a superior being. Shouldn't you... don't you want to choose it yourself?"
Jasmine: "No one born to this earth can choose their own name. They're named by those who love them. There are some rules even I must follow."
Stoler: "Monster... it has to die!"
Wes: "All right, what about-"
Gunn: "Clorox... she bleaches away the hate."
Wes: "Probably best we avoid the brand names."
Connor: "What was wrong with that man? Why did he want to hurt you?"
Jasmine: "I'm not sure. Some people can't accept change. It scares them. And that fear becomes hatred and they take that hatred out on others. Or sometimes... on themselves."
Jasmine: "That fragrance... it's lovely. What is it?"
Angel: "Must be the jasmine."
Jasmine: "Mmm... night blooming. So beautiful. So lonely. Like you."
Jasmine: "There's no room for doubt, Angel. Only love."
Lorne: "Well, hey! So much for that nagging apocalypse."
Angel: "Well, what's the matter? She'll love it."
Fred: "I know but she's not here."
Gunn: "She's just upstairs."
Fred: "Yes, but when she's not around... I hurt."
Lorne: "I'm as tickled as... someone so tickled they're out of similes."
Lorne: "What's all the booin and hooin, sweet pea?"
Wes: "Fred, there's no reason to cry. She's right there."
Fred: "I... I know... I just... started thinking about what it would be like if you weren't here and... I guess I kind of lost it."
Jasmine: "I'm not going anywhere, Fred. You can trust in that."
Fred: "I think... I think I just need some time alone to... you know, count my blessings cause there's so many and it's good to... take stock."
Martha Jane: "Are you a family member?"
Fred: "Am I... yes! I have a family. I'm a member... He's my brother... father... my father's brother."
Martha Jane: "I have a Stoler..."
Fred: "Half-brother... uncle... half-uncle. Stoler! That's it. Please. I need to know if he's all right."
Fred: "Called... no. I don't get called. I'm not the called type. I take messages for my boss. He gets called. Called?"
Stoler: "Don't trust her. Don't trust anyone!"
Jasmine: "There's nowhere you can go, Fred. My love will follow you everywhere."
Wes: "I can't believe Fred's evil."
Gunn: "Should have seen it coming."
Lorne: "Nothing like a homicidal maniac to put a damper on an impromptu spiritual gathering."
Lorne: "I should have just let her cut my head off... My species... decapitaion loophole."
Connor: "She still might have stabbed you, let you bleed to death."
Cook: "Looks like you just lost your best friend."
Fred: "All of them. I never thought-"
Cook: "Yeah, well, that's life in the big city."