Why We Fight
Gunn: Tactical swept her hangouts, and our locators ran through their usual voodoo. Each came back with the same result: Eve has vanished.
Angel: Well, I can't say I'm particularly depressed by that news.
Wes: She did leave swearing vengeance. That doesn't usually go well for us.
Fred: What did we do with our lives before we got these jobs?
Wes: I seem to recall lots and lots of Jenga.
Lawson: Hi. I'm sorry. I-I was just trying to understand some of your equations here. I used to have a bit of a head for numbers. It's funny how you lose part of your mind when you stop using it.
Lawson: Please don't try and run, Ms. Burkle. I'd have to stop you.
Fred: What do you want?
Lawson: Actually, I came to see your boss. Angel and I are... old acquaintances. I was friends with him back in the day, back when he was in his patriotic phase.
Military Man: You ever considered joinin the war effort?
Angel: No.
Military Man: Well, that's a shame. Times like these, we can use all the able bodied men we can get.
Angel: I'm not a man. I guess you already knew that.
Military Man: Everybody's gotta do his part.
Military Man: Have you ever heard dying men screaming for their lives, Angel?
Man in Black: Course he has.
Man in Black: You've been on our radar for some time now, Angelus.
Angel: Name's Angel.
Man in Black: Oh... Right. You have a soul now. I represent a relatively new agency, Demon Research Initiative? And we think that you might be the solution to our little problem.
Angel: Well... I'm not interested... Ohh!
Man in Black: We don't particularly care. We figure we strap enough weight to you, you will sink, regardless of your interests.
Military Man: We need that sub, and we need you to deal with... what's on it.
Tyler: What the hell were those things, Lawson?
Lawson: You wanna tell me how a man gets 400 feet down without so much as a dive suit?
Angel: Somebody wanna get these things off me?
Hodge: I'm telling you, he's some sort of super soldier, l-like Steve Rogers or Captain America.
Spinelli: Steve Rogers is Captain America, you eightball.
Angel: It's okay, Lawson. I know what I'm up against. Don't open this door for anything other than me.
Lawson: Yes, sir.
Spike: Angelus. They'll let anyone in here.
Spike: Of all the bloody faces I expected to see down here.
Angel: You're a Nazi.
Spike: What?... Oh. No. I just ate one.
Spike: Don't ever go to a 'free virgin blood' party. Turns out it's probably a trap.
Angel: You were captured at a 'free virgin blood' party?
Spike: I know... Who'd have thought? One minute, I'm asking a fella why all the virgins look like Goebbels. Next minute, I'm stuck in a box on this cursed ship. I feel better knowing they got you, too, though I can't say I'm surprised. From our company, it looks like they're rounding up the baddest of the bad.
Angel: Ah. You're gonna have to introduce me.
Spike: Of course, but I gotta warn you, uh, they're a little bit stiff... Oh. Angelus... this is Nostroyev and the Prince of Lies. Nostroyev, Prince of Lies, this is Angelus... The Angelus.
Nostroyev: Haven't heard much of you lately, though.
Angel: Haven't heard much of you, ever.
Nostroyev: Nostroyev! Scourge of Siberia and Butcher of Alexander Palace.
Angel: Sorry.
Nostroyev: I was Rasputin's lover!
Angel: We're not killing any more humans. Well, not right now.
Spike: Why the hell not?
Angel: Because in case you haven't noticed, Spike, we're trapped at the bottoms of the ocean.
Spike: Yeah. So?
Prince of Lies: We're underwater?
Angel: So, unless you know how to operate one of these things, we're gonna need their help.
Spike: Oh, come on! How hard can it be?
Spike: Uh, yeah, probably should warn you. He likes to pretend he's the boss.
Nostroyev: You may have made a name for yourself muscling around weaker vampires...
Spike: Hang on!
Spike: Heil Hitler.
Lawson: Aren't you gonna ask me how I got in here?
Angel: Nah... You'd be amazed how many people break into this building on a regular basis.
Lawson: But I had a whole bit planned, about how I was always good with technology and you of all people should know that.
Angel: Yeah. Sorry. This place might as well be a bus station.
Spike: And where does the captain sit?
Lawson: Uh, right there.
Spike: Oh. Right... And now, uh, who brings the captain his drink?
Lawson: I recognize there's a lot going on here that I don't understand... but those monsters butchered my crew... and apparently they're in the S.S.
Angel: Spike's not in the S.S. He just likes wearing the jacket.
Lawson: There's a difference between orders... and purpose, sir.
Angel: What do you want, Lawson?
Lawson: Same thing I've always wanted: to understand.
Angel: Understand... what exactly?
Lawson: Why we do what we do, how you manage to always-
Spike: Come on. When am I gonna get a turn?
Angel: In about never.
Spike: I'm playing nice with the anchovies, like you asked... At least let me have a go at the wheel.
Angel: Pipe down. I'm trying to work.
Spike: Oh, 'pipe down'. That official sailor talk, is it? Well, ahoy matey. You can just swab my deck.
Spike: I want to be called captain... I mean, hell, I did eat him.
Angel: Check the torpedoes before I stuff you in a tube and send you for a swim, Captain.
Prince of Lies: You think I don't know?! I am as ancient as the darkness itself.
Angel: Yeah, you're real old. We know. Just calm down.
Prince of Lies: They dare conceive such violations upon my temple! The Prince of Lies is not a slab of meat to be set upon by insignificant maggots.
Hodge: He exploded! He stabbed him, and he just exploded.
Lawson: Get back to your stations. Now!
Hodge: How does a guy just explode like that?
Lawson: Man's asking a good question.
Angel: You really need an answer?
Lawson: Might help if I heard it for sure.
Spike: Anybody read Nazi?
Spike: What about vampires?
Lawson: I don't know. It's technical. Something about stimulation and... control. They've been experimenting on them... and cutting into their brains.
Lawson: They're trying to create an army... out of things like you.
Spike: That explains why they nicked us. Cream of the crop. Wanna build an army of vampire slaves, you start at the top - with the generals.
Lawson: It's not enough what you've already doing in the world, is it? Only you and your fuehrer could come up with something this sick.
Lawson: You don't win a war by doing whatever it takes. You win by doing what's right.
Spike: Yeah? Let me know how that works out for you, Popeye.
Spike: Oh, damn skippy.
Angel: Never... liked... the ocean.
Lawson: Funny what goes through a man's mind when his life's hanging in the balance. Boys talked about that a lot back on the boat. Always figured it'd be the special moments you freeze in time. Your mom singing you to sleep at night. Sneaking into the movies with your best friend. The way your girl's hair shimmers in the sun. But the truth is... the only thing that really goes through your head is... 'wow... this really sucks'. And then you're gone.
Angel: Crew's not gonna make it if we don't vent.
Lawson: They swore to give their lives for their country... just like me. Besides, I'm hungry.
Angel: They're still your men.
Lawson: But they're not the mission... are they?
Angel: Hey. I'm sorry for what happened. But if I ever see you again... I'm gonna have to kill ya.
Lawson: Aye, aye, chief.
Spike: Bloody brilliant. Turn the poor sod to save the ship. Then make him dash for dry land before Mr. Sunshine scorches him a new one... You're still a dick.
Lawson: Did they at least torture you? Please tell me they did.
Angel: Never gave them a chance. Jumped ship... off the coast of Maine. Went underground till the war was over.
Lawson: Like any other coward.
Angel: Wars are won and lost by men.
Lawson: You mean... like me? No, wait, that doesn't apply anymore, does it?
Angel: Killing them's not going to change the past.
Lawson: But it'll hurt you. Maybe that's enough.
Angel: Never is.
Lawson: We all need a reason to live, even if we're already dead. Mom, apple pie, the stars and stripes - That was good enough for me till I met you. Then I had this whole creature-of-the-night thing going for me - the joy of destruction and death - and I embraced it. I did all the terrible things a monster does - murdered women and children, tortured fathers and husbands just to hear em scream - and through it all... I felt nothing. 60 years of blood drying in my throat like ashes. So what do you think? Is it me, chief? Or does everyone you sired feel this way?
Angel: You're the only one I ever did this to... after I got a soul.
Lawson: Do I have one, too?
Angel: I don't think it works that way, son.
Lawson: You gave me just enough, didn't you? Enough of your soul to keep me trapped between who I was and who I should be. I'm nothin... because of you.
Lawson: Come on, chief. Give me a mission.
Spike: Know revenge is best served cold and all, but his must've been frozen solid.
Angel: I don't think that's what he was after.
Spike: No? Then what was he looking for?
Angel: A reason.