Fred: Oh, God.
Wes: I think God is out at the moment.
Wes: Five holy women. This wasn't random. It's ritual. He's jumped dimensions.
Wes: Also, not shockingly, our client practices black arts. He's escaped through a pan-dimensional doorway, disappeared into any one of infintie universes.
Fred: My equipment's not calibrated to track anything out of this dimension. Even if such a thing is possible, it would take months or maybe years-
Angel: That's it.
Fred: But probably months, or maybe weeks if I really push-
Angel: I can't do this anymore.
Gunn: Do what?
Angel: Any of this. Living with it. Running Wolfram & Hart... I quit.
Wes: What happened last night was tragic. It's a terrible setback, but-
Angel: Setback, Wes? It's status quo. Evil wins, cause instead of just wiping it out, we negotiate with it. Or worse... for it.
Angel: It's not that you guys aren't doing your jobs. It's that we shouldn't be doing these jobs in the first place... or I shouldn't.
Fred: You're saying we're trapped here?
Gunn: I'm saying we knew what we were getting into when we signed up for this gig. Let's not start pretending that this was some lease with an option to buy.
Angel: Gunn, you really think they won't let us out? Or is it that you just don't want to leave?
Wes: What is it?
Angel: It's Cordelia.
Cordelia: That chick's in rough shape. You'd think they'd give miss one-foot-in-the-grave a private room...which brings me to, hey... couldn't you stick me someplace that smells a little less like ammonia-soaked death?
Wes: It's extraordinary. You're - you look... I don't want to say really hot-
Cordelia: Oh, yes, you do. I'm a vision of hotliness, and how weird is that?... Mystical comas. You know, if you can stand the horror of a higher power hijacking your mind and body so that it can give birth to itself, I really recommend em.
Cordelia: Maternal instincts aside, I hope you kicked its ass for me.
Cordelia: Ooh! Great! Shopping! I love that idea, cause you know, I'm not so ready to go back to the hotel yet.
Angel: Not a problem.
Lawyer: Yeah, I found the scamp hiding in one of the copiers, you know? Living on nothing but toner fluid. Can you beat that? The slave, I mean. I mean, I assume the Archduke's gonna beat him and all that.
Lorne: Are you huggable?
Cordelia: It is so good to see - Oh, my God. Gunn? You have hair.
Gunn: Oh-ha-yeah. What did you think? I was prematurely bald?... I wasn't.
Cordelia: So, where's Connor?
Cordelia: What do you mean, who? Connor. Isn't he - Angel, where's your s-
Angel: Um, Harmony, she's - actually, she... she's my secretary.
Cordelia: Oh. Well, things just keep getting better and better.
Harmony: I know. You and me together again. So, how was the coma?
Cordelia: Who's Colin Farrell?
Angel: With these resources, there's nothing we can't do, no one we can't save.
Cordelia: Except maybe yourself.
Eve: Didn't think you'd mind me using your private elevator.
Angel: Eve, I mind you breathing. Get out.
Eve: Who's your friend, Angel?
Cordelia: I'm Cordelia Chase.
Eve: Oh. My name is-
Cordelia: I didn't ask>
Eve: Right. Cordelia Chase. Oh, yeah. Angel talked a lot about you... at first.
Cordelia: Angel, do you realize what's happening? You've made a deal with the devil.
Angel: Oh, come on, Cordy. You're being a little overdramatic. It's not that, uh-
Devil: I gotta go. Everything's in place. They'll draw up the paperwork.
Angel: Good. Great.
Devil: Racquetball Thursday?
Spike: Feel my wrath, gorilla throwing barrels.
Spike: You got no idea how rotten this feels.
Doyle/Lindsey: Amazingly enough, I do. Yeah. Got my hand cut off a few years back. Line of duty. So believe me when I tell you, I can feel your pain.
Angel: Been a long while since I've seen that.
Cordelia: The first soldier down.
Cordelia: Doyle pissed me off so righteously going out like that, but he knew. He knew what he had to do. Didn't compromise. Used his last breath to make sure you'd keep fighting. I get that now.
Cordelia: So, not only did you strike a deal with your worst enemy to give up your son, you let them rape the memories of your friends who trust you?
Cordelia: Okay, Spike's a hero, and you're C.E.O. of Hell, Incorported... What freakin bizarro world did I wake up in?
Cordelia: I naturally assumed you'd be lost without me, but this?
Angel: I am lost without you.
Cordelia: You just forgot who you are.
Angel: Remind me.
Cordelia: Uh, no. That's for you to figure out, bubba. I can tell you who you were. A guy who always fought his hardest for what was right, even when he couldn't remember why. Even when he was miserable, which was, let's face it, a not small portion of the time. He did right. And that gave him something. A light, a glimmer. And that's the guy I fell in- That, um... the guy I knew. I see him around here, then maybe I'll start believing.
Angel: Let me know if you do.
Cordelia: Guess we missed our moment, huh?
Angel: Maybe we were meant to. Or maybe people like us just don't get to... have that.
Cordelia: Angel, there are no people like us.
Eve: It all comes back to Angel, doesn't it? He's still the center of your universe.
Cordelia: Last year, when that, um, higher... whatever took over my body, did those things. Nobody's talking about it.
Wes: What's to say? We all understand it wasn't you.
Cordelia: Do you?
Cordelia: I just wanted to tell you that before-
Cordelia: Mmm. Okay. This part I didn't miss. Cryptic poetry.
Angel: I see fangs, I'm gonna play dentist.
Cordelia: And you call this guy the big hero?
Spike: You called me a hero?
Angel: This guy with the visions, did he have a name?
Spike: Called himself Doyle.
Angel: But the thing that really, really pisses me off is that this guy seems to be going by the name of Doyle.
Eve: Doesn't ring a bell.
Cordelia: It does to me... It rings a big fricking gong, and I wanna know who has the nerve to be using that name.
Angel: I'm gonna give you one chance to tell me where he is.
Harmony: Is this Okay? I mean, I am evil, technically. I don't mind torturing her for the team.
Angel: Yeah, okay.
Angel: Harmony, she's talking.
Harmony: She is? Already? Well, that sucks.
Angel: Anything else you know about this guy?
Spike: Not much. Average size. Dressed like an urban cowboy. Got his hand chopped off once.
Cordelia: His hand?
Wes: He's back.
Fred: Angel, you're not going down there alone.
Angel: The fail-safe's meant for me. I'm not gonna risk anybody I care about.
Spike: I'll go.
Lindsey: There's always time for redemption. Isn't that your whole thing?
Angel: You had your chance. I guess some people, they just never change.
Lindsey: I did.
Lindsey: You just gonna lay there and bleed?
Lindsey: Oh. Well, it's not the size that matters, big guy... It's how you use it.
Angel: Should never have come back, Lindsey.
Lindsey: What can I say? I missed you?
Lindsey: Who is this? Who is this? I came to fight the vampire with a soul. Guess you shouldn't have sold it, huh? Look at you, from champion to pathetic corporate puppet in just a few months. You used to have fire in your heart... Now all you got in there is that big honkin sword. How's that feel, champ?
Angel: Could be worse... if it had been made out of wood, you dumbass.
Angel: All those tattoos, all those new tricks, you've learned... just don't matter. Doesn't matter what you try. Doesn't matter where I am or how badass you think you've become. Cause you know what? I'm Angel. I beat the bad guys.
Angel: I think the senior partners would like a word.
Lindsey: You don't think they're angry, do you?
Cordelia: It's really been a pleasure. Let's never keep in touch.
Cordelia: So... you feel good?
Angel: I do. I just... I kind of feel bad about it.
Cordelia: My God, you are a piece of work.
Angel: I just don't feel like I deserve... I mean, all I did was beat up a tiny Texan. It's not like I helped anyone.
Cordelia: Boy, I really do fall for the dumb ones. You know how you're always trying to save, oh, every single person in the world? Did it ever occur to you you were one of them?
Angel: No, it never did.
Cordelia: Well, you made the list, gorgeous. And you needed some help.
Angel: And you were the one that helped me.
Cordelia: I did my part.
Angel: So all the stuff about the deals with the devil...
Cordelia: Was God's honest truth. But you're bigger than that. You'll win this in the end. I, uh... just wish I could be there to see it.
Angel: What do you mean? You're not...
Cordelia: I can't stay. This isn't me anymore.
Cordelia: Don't make it hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road... and this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one, and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.
Angel: Cordy, there's just-
Cordelia: We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it. I'll be seeing you... Oh, what the hell. One for the road?
* they kiss then the phone rings *
Angel: You know, um... I don't... I don't need to get that.
Cordelia: That you have to get. Oh... and you're welcome.
Angel: Hello. Yes, I know. She's... but that's impossible. She's standing right -... I'm sorry. Yeah.... When did she die? Did she, um... she never did wake up? I see... Thank you.