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Emil: It comes down to trust. There's no Better Business Bureau for what we do. Customer complaints are dealt with through... killing, torture, beating... sometimes... fire.
Wes: If I'd known this was going to be a seminar, I'd have worn my name tag.
Emil: Just want to make sure we know where we stand.
Wes: Right now you're standing on the brink of my patience.
Emil: God... You are making me so hot right now.
Fred: Wow. Turned on by a woman holding an enormous gun. What a surprise.
Fred: Yes, thank you, Wesley. I'd love a gun.
Angel: She shouldn't have been there. It was a reckless decision.
Wes: Fred has more than proven herself in the field. There was no reason to think...
Angel: We found her bleeding to death on the ground. From now on, you clear it with me before using any of my people.
Wes: Your people?
Angel: You weren't there. You didn't see her.
Eve: But she's okay. And you're still beating him up.
Angel: He can be careless.
Eve: Focuses too much on the big picture? Overlooks the people involved?
Angel: Something like that.
Fred: They gave me the all clear.
Wes: I was just coming down to find you.
Fred: Though I do have to take a boatload of antibiotics. Apparently, there's some concern about where that grappling hook's been. Oh, we're taking the cyborg apart in the lab right now. You should see how intricate it is. It's like an M.C. Escher picture, but with wires and flesh instead of geese.
Wes: I should've done a better job protecting you.
Fred: What?
Wes: That didn't come out...
Fred: Do you realize how patronizing that sounds?
Fred: Listen to you. You're blaming yourself because poor Fred got hurt. Stop trying to be all valiant. You're coming off like a self-pitying child.
Wes: Hello, father.
Fred: Oh, yeah, that's mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I'd tell you to grow up.
Roger: It doesn't work. I've tried.
Fred: I, um, have an employee that I have to belittle and to show him I'm in charge. I should let you two catch up. It was really nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you again soon.
Wes: Are you saying the council wants me to come back?
Roger: Not necessarily. Your name's proven to be a point of contention. There is some who believe that your tenure as watcher ranks as our most embarrassing failure.
Wes: Really? I beat out everybody dying in an explosion as most embarrassing failure.
Roger: Friends and colleagues lost their lives in that event, Wesley. A little respect.
Wes: Sorry.
Wes: Sorry you made the trip, but I'm perfectly happy where I am.
Roger: Wolfram & Hart. So this is the haven of evil, is it?
Wes: Not anymore.
Lorne: A father? Well, I don't believe it. Well, okay, I do believe it, but only cause I heard you were in the building. Well, look at you. It's like Winston Churchill and a young Richard Harris had a beautiful love child, which, according to my sources may not be as ridiculous as it sounds.
Wes: Lorne runs our entertainment division.
Roger: Entertainment division. Well, I can see how that would be very useful in the fight against evil.
Gunn: You'd be amazed at how many horrible movies we've stopped.
Spike: Aha! So you're not ruling out that a human being could've boffed a robot. Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
Spike: Daddy, eh? I always thought Wesley was grown in some sort of greenhouse for dandies.
Roger: Spike.
Spike: You've heard of me?
Roger: No. We've met. 1963. My colleagues and I fell upon you slaughtering an orphanage in Vienna. Killed two of my men before you escaped.
Spike: Oh... how've you been?
Angel: I'm Angel. Pleasure to meet you.
Roger: Do you really expect me to shake that?
Angel: I'm not real comfortable with hugging.
Fred: Wesley handles this sort of stuff for us all the time. He's a genius when it comes to languages.
Roger: Oh, the academy didn't make him head boy for nothing... Mind you, as I recall, the pickings were a bit slim that year.
Roger: What did you just do?
Wes: Unless I'm very much mistaken, I've just activated the bomb.
Angel: Yeah, well, your father's visit just rattled you.
Wes: I find it hard to think straight when he's around.
Angel: Fathers and sons. That can be torture sometimes.
Roger: That, uh... Winifred... she seemed to like you.
Wes: Yes, well, she's a very special person.
Roger: So... do you think a lot of her? Does she know how you feel about her?
Wes: I'm really not going to discuss this with you.
Roger: What? Oh, you have a girlfriend already. Well, Wesley, how am I supposed to know these things?
Wes: For starters, you might have asked.
Roger: All right, well, I'm asking now... What a surprise. You're being defensive.
Wes: You want to talk about me. All right. The last girl I was with had to chop into little tiny pieces because a higher power saw fit to stab her in the neck.
Roger: You don't want to discuss it. Fine. But spare me the sarcasm. It's too embarrassing.
Wes: I have work to do, father.
Roger: Look, all I'm saying is... if you like this girl, tell her. That's all. No need for a tantrum.
Spike: Not to sound self-absorbed, but you can't seem to keep your eyes off me.
Eve: Now, why would that make you sound self-absorbed?
Spike: Don't think I haven't noticed. You've been very keen on what I've been doing lately.
Eve: How's it going, by the way? You able to affect the world yet?
Spike: Does that scare you? Are you worried that ol' Spike might be bustin loose of your shackles?
Eve: What are you talking about?
Spike: Save the innocent act. Your 'here to help' cheerleader routine may work on Angel, but I see right through it. There's more to you than you're letting on.
Eve: Could say the same for you. Unless you really are happy to haunt around here for eternity.
Eve: Who said the amulet was meant for Angel?
Roger: What do you think you're doing? I had attack priority.
Wes: We're not fencing.
Roger: We still follow the basic rules.
Roger: In my days we fought werewolves, vampires and the occasional swamp man. And now we have protohuman cybernetic chain fighters.
Wes: Yes, well, times are more complicated.
Roger: Yeah, I'm beginning to realize that.
Roger: Phase 1 complete. Begin Phase 2.
Spike: Gunn!
Gunn: Spike... what are yo...
Spike: Sorry. I have to concentrate... Shh. Don't talk.
Spike: Oh, uh, Eve's stuck in the elevator.
Gunn: So tell maintenance.
Spike: Right. Well, where the bloody hell is main... Oh, to be honest, I don't even care.
Angel: Where's Wesley?
Roger: Well, that's just the thing. I'm sorry to have to mislead you, but this was never about Wesley... It is, by the way, a pleasure to meet you, too.
Roger: Walk away from this, Wesley. You'll never understand what we're trying to do here.
Wes: You're using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily.
Roger: That creature is more dangerous to mankind than you realize.
Wes: You're wrong about him. He's not what you think.
Roger: He's a puppet. He always has been. To the Powers That Be, to Wolfram & Hart. Now he's ours.
Wes: I don't know why you're doing all this, but did you ever once consider there might be another way? Did you ever once consider talking to me about it?
Roger: No. You've failed me enough for one lifetime.
Roger: You know what that vampire is and what he's done, and you follow him anyway?
Wes: Maybe I know what I'm doing. Why can't you trust that?
Roger: You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can't trust you?
Wes: I've done everything you ever asked, and I've done it well.
Roger: I asked for this, hmmm? I wanted to be humiliated?
Wes: No, I suppose I don't know what you really wanted. You never had any use for me as a child, and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so, that I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?
Roger: Oh, yes, this is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we'll hug.
Wes: It's doubtful.
Wes: How are you doing?
Angel: Well, you know the worst part about losing your free will?
Wes: Having no control over your body?
Angel: Well, there's that and... you get really nauseous.
Angel: They're all trying to bring us down. The perception is that we're weak.
Wes: No. The perception is I'm weak. That's why they went for me.
Angel: They're wrong. You do what you have to do to protect the people around you. To do what you know is right, regardless of the cost. You know, I never really understood that. You're the guy who makes all the hard decisions, even if you have to make em alone.
Wes: Right now I feel like the guy who shot his own father.
Angel: Well, it was just a robot with a fancy glamour.
Wes: That thing knew everything about me.
Angel: Well, like I said... don't beat yourself up. Oh... you know... I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire.
Wes: I hardly see how that's the same situation.
Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but uh... I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had t...
Wes: Thank you. I'm... very comforted.
Wes: If you're here to tell me about how you killed your parents... perhaps it could wait for another time.
Fred: What? No. They're fine. It's not like you killed your dad, either.
Wes: Right.
Fred: Part of you knew. Even if you can't admit it to yourself, part of you knew it wasn't him.
Wes: No. I was sure it was him. You were there. I killed my father.
Fred: He was threatening your friends.
Wes: He was threatening you. He pointed a gun at you, Fred... so I shot him.
Knox: Oh, sorry to... interrupt. I... but... Fred, you're injured. I know we're supposed to work ourselves to death and all, but I'm guessing that the firm isn't enforcing that rule as strictly as it used to.
Wes: Hello, Mom, it's me. No, everything's fine. I was hoping to speak with Father, actually. Yes, all right. Hello, father, how ar... Oh, I didn't realize it was so early there. I've had a bit of... Of course we have clocks in Los Angeles. Listen, I wanted t... Nothing's wrong. I just... wanted to call... and... see how you were.