Wes: Illyria can be... difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
Wes: Good... She doesn't understand our world. She needs someone to guide her. She needs-
Angel: When was the last time you slept? You're not her savior. I need you here, working, not off drinking yourself into a coma, chasing ghosts. Fred's dead, Wes. You're still alive. Start acting like it.
Laurence: Our son was... getting the mail.
Colleen: We could see him from the living room. He was walking across the driveway, and this van-
Laurence: It must have been going 50, 60 miles an hour. It hopped the curb, and it ran right into him. It slammed him right into the side of the garage, and then... backed up and sped off.
Wes: And the police think this was intentional? Has homicide found the van?
Laurence: You don't understand.
Colleen: Our son's not dead.
Wes: He's not?
Laurence: No. He's fine. The van hit him, and he got right up.
Colleen: He hardly has a scratch on him.
Laurence: Police said it was dumb luck, but if you saw it...
Connor: Hey, dad!
Connor: You know, they have dried scorpions in the vending machines downstairs.
Wes: The Reillys need to talk about some issues regarding Connor here, and I thought we could-
Angel: I'm sorry. There must be some mistake. We can't help you.
Angel: Because with everything going on, we don't have time to deal with small stuff like this.
Wes: Small stuff? This is what we do... or what we're supposed to do. They need help. And they seem like good people.
Angel: All the more reason to get them out of here. We know what this place does to good people.
Illyria: You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike: Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off - no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third - no touching my clipboard. Fourth -
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Illyria: I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Spike: We're off to a bit of a rough start, but don't worry. I'll break her.
Wes: She's not a horse, Spike.
Spike: We're working on the basics. But don't worry - I'm writing it all down.
Spike: Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without going crazy. Makes it funny.
Illyria: In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
Wes: We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike: I am.
Connor: It's cool. I mean, my parents are liars and I can never trust them again, but it's cool. Look... I know you guys are worried, but... the whole point is I'm okay. I got hit and I'm okay. That should make you happy, not like, you know... mental patients. I mean, it turned out fine.
Laurence: It's the 'getting hit' part. We thought you were dead.
Connor: Hey, have some faith in me.
Connor: Oh, my God!
Angel: Connor, listen to me-
Connor: You almost broke that guy in half! That was awesome!
Connor: Seriously, that was the coolest thing I've ever seen.
Angel: Well, it's - It's not a big deal. I mean, I do stuff like that a lot. There was this one time -
Angel: Your dad's gonna be fine. He's in good hands. Or claws, as the case may be. They're good doctors.
Connor: Then... what am I?
Angel: Best we can tell, you're a healthy, well-adjusted kid, with, uh... enhanced abilities.
Connor: And you're a vampire. So... demons, vampires, doctors with claws... and I'm some sort of super-hero. Okay.
Angel: You're talking this pretty well.
Connor: What am I supposed to do, complain? I just don't know how I'm gonna explain it to my parents.
Connor: Right. Vampire. So, what are you, like 500 years old?
Angel: No, I'm about - Do I look 500?
Spike: You filthy harlot! I'm gonna tear your neck out!
Angel: You wanna meet some of my co-workers?
Connor: What is she?
Angel: She's a... to be honest, I really don't know. She's some sort of ancient demon.
Connor: She have any powers?
Spike: Glad you asked. So far, I've established that she can hit like a Mack truck, selectively alter the flow of time, and, uh... possibly talk to plants.
Illyria: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Connor: Um... I like your outfit.
Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Connor: Oh... no, I-I- It's just that - it's the outfit. I guess I've always had a thing for older women.
Angel: They were supposed to fix that.
Angel: You're in college?
Angel: Where at?
Lorne: He's powerful. Heads up a large demon empire, has tendrils stretching throughout LA.
Angel: How do you know about Connor?
Vail: I built him.
Lorne: Manpower like that, I'm guessing he wasn't going card tricks.
Wes: Some sort of reality shift, and it - Oh...
Lorne: What? It happened on the day we took over Wolfram & Hart.
Angel: You built his memories.
Vail: I did. He is some of my finest work.
Angel: What do you want?
Vail: I need someone dead. A demon... named Sahjahn.
Angel: He's gone. I trapped him in a bottle.
Vail: An urn... actually. It's a morbid thing. Doesn't really go with my decor.
Angel: He's trapped. Let him rot.
Vail: Urns tend to break. Long lost enemies tend to return. I need finality to my affairs.
Angel: Fine. I'll do it. I'll kill Sahjahn.
Vail: If it were that simple, I'd do it myself. No, the prophecy is quite clear. There is only one person who can kill Sahjahn.
Vail: So... you see our problem. I turned your son into a healthy boy. And now, I need you... to turn him back into a killer.
Hamilton: Do you know what this thing is? It's a gibbet. Has he put you in it yet? Well, he'll get around to it. Eventually, he gets around to everything down here. Mr. Gunn, I'm Marcus Hamilton, your new liaison to the senior partners, and I have a proposition for you.
Gunn: Oh, yeah?
Hamilton: Yes. It occurs to us that you might want to get out of here. We can help you with that. You know, I've been by your offices, seen your friends. Strange, there's not much activity on the... 'rescue Gunn' front. We're not asking you for much. All we need you to do -
Gunn: Can I have my necklace back? Come on, spark. Let's go. This heart ain't gonna cut itself out.
Hamilton: Thank you for your time.
Angel: You're not alone in this. I'll be right there with you.
Connor: You gonna hold Sahjahn down while I stab him?
Angel: Prophecy doesn't say you can't have a little help.
Connor: Hardly seems fair.
Angel: Fair's not something we worry about.
Connor: Maybe you should. I'm not a bully. If I'm gonna do this, you gotta let me do it my way... Now I just gotta figure out what my way is.
Angel: You'll have your whole life for that.
Connor: Might as well start now.
Illyria: You are so concerned with names, dates, times.
Wes: Reality's being changed.
Illyria: Define change. The world is as it is.
Wes: Not necessarily.
Illyria: You are a summation of recollections. Each change is simply a point of experience.
Wes: We are more than just memories.
Illyria: And yet Fred changed the moment her memory did.
Wes: Fred's memories were changed?
Illyria: In places.
Wes: Can you see what they were before?
Illyria: No. They're gone. Does this change your view of Fred? Is she still the person you thought she was?
Wes: No. None of us are.
Connor: Here's how it works. I kill this Sajajn thing, and we walk. You come near my family again, and I'll slit your throat... And if that doesn't kill ya, I'll chop your whole head off. And if that doesn't work, I'll - I'll just keep... stabbing you till you bleed to death. Understand?
Connor: Open sesame. Or whatever.
Sahjahn: Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude, I grant you three wishes.
Sahjahn: Nah. I'm just messing with you.
Sahjahn: You know, I've had a long time to plan for this moment. I figured you'd be a lot more... intimidating.
Connor: Yeah. Well... I figured I was going to Tony Roma's with my folks tonight, but... I'm here. Learn to cope.
Vail: Sorry. Not your fight.
Wes: You changed the world.
Angel: Wes... what are you doing?
Wes: You sold us out to Wolfram & Hart.
Angel: Be careful.
Wes: Is this your 30 pieces of silver?
Sahjahn: These prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. I gotta tell you, kid, you're making a good case for the whole concept of free will.
Angel: He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
Wes: Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
Wes: Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to - her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
Wes: He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
Angel: No. It won't bring her back.
Wes: Let's find out.
Angel: No! Please. You have to trust me.
Wes: I can't. Not anymore.
Connor: Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky.
Angel: Are you okay?
Connor: Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know?
Illyria: You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
Illyria: Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
Wes: At least I know what happened.
Illyria: Do you? There are two sets of memories - those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
Wes: Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
Illyria: To hide from the truth?
Wes: To endure it.
Angel: What are you gonna tell them about... who you are?
Connor: The truth, more or less. I'll tell them that I'm different. I'll tell them it's... actually a good thing. I'll tell them to stop worrying so much.
Angel: Well, they're parents.
Connor: Yeah, I know. They'll feel a lot better knowing you're looking out for me.
Angel: We sill haven't found Vail, but we will.
Connor: I'm not too worried about him. Nothing he can't show me I haven't already seen.
Connor: You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.