A: Name Marquez?
Marquez: :: Nods::
A: Good. I hate saving the wrong guy.

A: Can I take off this blindfold yet?
D: No.
A: Can I take off something else?

D: Happy Birthday, Angelus.
A: She's a gypsy.
D: I looked everywhere.
A: What would I do without you?
D: Wither and die. But she's not just for you. I get to watch.

A: Next time they come after you, I'm not going to be there. And your friends aren't going to be there either -- not after being cut up and incinerated.

C: I knew it when you brought him in last night. Someone with that much body art is gonna have a different definition of civic duty.
W: After we saved his life?
C: When was the last time *you* wrote a thank you card?

C: Wesley, you don't change a guy like that. In fact, generally speaking, you don't change a guy. What you see is what you get. Scratch the surface, and whaddya find? More surface.
C: What's Angel gonna do, drag a bunch of them in here to shove a soul down this guy's throat?
W: He may be a ruffian. But he's already got a soul, and therefore, somewhere deep down inside, an urge to do what's right.
:: Door Opens ::
Marquez: No way, I'm gone.
A: :: Drags him back :: Slams Door:: Shut up and sit down.
C: I guess you're right Wesley. He's just like the Dalai Lama.

A: You're gonna have to face your demons some time.
M: What if I don't want to face my demons?
A: Then you'll have to face mine.

Girl: Excuse me!
F: Okay. You're excused.
G: That's my boyfriend.
F: Really? Does he have your name on him? Cuz I don't see it anywhere.

LM: While the arguments that the District Attorney here has presented here are somewhat entertaining, this case hinges on testimony of witnesses they've been unable to produce.

LM: I request a dismissal of all charges against my client, whose reputation has been irreparably damaged by these proceedings. He's a law-abiding and upstanding. . . citizen.
A: Your client really is. Except for that pesky drug dealing and murder stuff.

LM: I hate failure when there's no one else to blame it on.

Lila: I'll make the contact.
Lee: I don't think so. It's my deal; I'll make the contact.
Lila: Let me think about it--No.
Lee: Why not?
Lila: It's your people skills. You don't have any.
Lee: You bitch.

C: Unfortunately, we don't really do divorce cases. No, it's not about the money. Oh! It's about *that* much money! How soon can we meet?

C: How'd it go?
W: We won.
C: Gang Guy testified?
A: Stood up and told the truth.
C: What did I tell you?
W: That he never would.

C: You can always tell when he's happy. His scowl? Slightly less scowl-y.

F: Who is we? And why do they know about me when I don't know jack about you?
Lila: Green is my favorite color. I look good in diamonds. And I love riding in limousines.

A: Not everyone screams.
D: What?
A: When you kill 'em. Some just stand there, frozen. While others. . . .
D: What are you doing? Are we playing a game?
A: The children -- they usually scream.
D: Yes. They sound just like little pigs. Have you brought me some?

A: Funny. You'd think with all the people I've maimed and killed, I wouldn't be able to remember Every - Single - One.

LM: To make a long story less long, I think for services rendered, we can get you off.
F: You don't know how many men have promised me that.

Lee: It might behoove you to know a little bit more about your intended, so before we discuss remuneration . . .
F: Huh?
Lee: Payment.

Lee: I wanna make sure you understand this firm is in no way connected to anything you do. It's my ass on the line here. I don't want you to make me look bad.
F: ::SLAM:: How do you look now?
Lila: She shows initiative.
LM: Jesse, I think you'd better make it three for dinner instead of four.

C: It's not the kind of case I'd normally go after, but we've got to consider the bottom line.
A: What kind of demons are we dealing with?
C: Well, it's not exactly a "demon thing."
W: What kind of "thing" is it?
C: It's a . . . kind of. . . husband-and-wife break-up thing.
W: A divorce case?
A: You're kidding.
C: What's wrong with a divorce case?
A: It's not what we do.
C: According to the husband, the wife's a real witch.
W: Seems a bit on the seedy side.
C: This is not seedy. He's in government.

C: Oh, and we should pick up the tab for lunch. Nothing says success less than splitting the bill.
A: I didn't bring any money with me.
C: Okay, Elvis, when you're a big star, you can get away without carrying cash.

C: And while we're on the subject, I think one of us should apply for a small business loan. Just to get us through the rough spots. I mean, what's a 30-year loan to you?

F: That was so cool! This is gonna be fun.
W: Oh my god, Faith.
A: I thought she was in a coma.
C: Pretty lively coma.

A: Giles said she left Sunnydale about a week ago. Described her mental state as borderline psychotic.
C: That explains her outfit.

W: This isn't right.
C: When a whacked out Slayer tries to kill your boss, it's very wrong.

W: I meant Giles. Why didn't he give me the heads up? I was Faith's Watcher. When she came out of her coma, Giles should have contacted me immediately.
C: Maybe he was busy trying to keep her from, I don't know, killing everybody?

A: Make yourselves scarce. I don't want to give her any free targets.
W: You've been targeted by a psychotic. I'm certainly not going to run and hide.
C: I like the plan where I'm scarce.
W: We've got to band together. Strength in numbers.
C: Two's a number.

W: It seems you're taking this personally.
A: She tried to shoot my own personal back, so yeah.

W: She's not a demon. She's a sick, sick girl. If there's even a chance she can be reasoned with . . .
A: There was. Last year, I had a shot at saving her. I was pulling her back from the brink when some British guy kidnaped her and made damn sure she'd never trust another living soul.
C: Angel, it's not Wesley's fault that "some British guy" ruined your. . . oh wait. That was you. Go on.
W: You don't need to.

F: Hey, baby. Come give us a hug.
A: I was hoping you'd stop by. Always good to see old friends.

F: You didn't shoot to kill! We're gonna have to up the stakes. Get you in the game a little.
A: What's the game, exactly, Faith? Boredom? Revenge?
F: Dude, I'm getting *paid*. They hate you almost as much as I do.

A: It ever occur to you this might be more fun for me?
F: Ya think? Cuz, what if you kill me? Experience that one true moment of pleasure. Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead. Do me. Let's take that hell ride together.

Lawyer: We have to close Gruber now. Before the soft offer becomes hard and the stock goes . . .
A: Through the ceiling!
Lawyer: In the toilet!
A: Right.

A: Where's Faith?
LM: Should I know what you're talking about?
A: Your new employee.
LM: It's a big firm. Tell you what I can do, I can give you the number to personnel, though. I'm sure they'd be glad to handle your problem.
A: You'd remember this one -- pretty, dark hair, kills things.

A: Too bad the body burned up before it hit the ground. I mighta needed a good lawyer.
LM: I'm sorry. We only handle a certain class of clientele.
A: I'm sure I've killed enough people to qualify.

LM: You know, just when I think I've got you figured out, you show up in a suit.

W: A woman fitting Faith's description was involved--however, not arrested.
C: She charm her way out?
W: No. Apparently, she managed to break a policeman's jaw with his own handcuffs before she disappeared into the night.
C: Oh. For Faith, that is charm.

C: Phantom Dennis, let us in. It's alright. It's only Wesley.
W: Dennis your ghost, I presume?
C: Yes. He's jealous. (To Dennis) Don't worry, hell will freeze over before I have sex with him.
W: Thank goodness for small favors.

C: I'm gonna pack a bag.
W: Cordelia, please. Just a few things. We're not going on safari.

W: It's not too late.
F: For cappuccino? 'Cuz, just keeps me up.

F: All these little cuts and bruises just bring out the mother in me.

F: Don't poop out on me, dammit! Otherwise this is all just gonna be over too fast. You'll be dead, and I'll be . . . bored.

F: Now, we've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot, and loud. Have a preference?

F: Oh, that's great. It's always better with audience participation. May I take your order please?
W: I was your Watcher Faith. I know the real you. And even if you kill me, there's just one thing I want you to remember.
F: What's that, love?
W: You. . . are a piece of shi-

C: Here, another guy ran into something he referred to as The Bitch from Hell, who sent him home with paramedics.

F: I feel it's kind of my duty to tell you that if you'd been a better Watcher, I would have been a more positive role model.

F: Face it, Wesley, you really were a jerk. Always walking around like you had some great big stake rammed up your English Channel.

F: Admit it, Wesley, didn't you always kind of have the hots for me?

F: How do I know you're really in this? I mean, if I kill him, would that help? Or just be really funny?

A: By the way, you never told me how much I'm worth dusted, just out of curiosity.
F: $15,000 plus expenses.
A: You're kidding.
F: Hey, I'm young. I'm gonna work my way up.
A: You feel young, do you, Faith? You're looking pretty worn out to me.