G: You were expecting somebody else?

C: Mmmah. I've missed that smell.
W: Camembert, I believe.
C: What? No. Money. I like to smell a little money once and awhile.
A: She's not just saying that. Hide some in the office some time and watch her. It's uncanny.

A: Thanks for having us.
D: It's a pleasure. Who are you?

D: I've always said that I could make a billion dollars in the software and learn to talk to girls. I'm . . . still working on step 2.

D: Are you familiar with Dungeons & Dragons?
A: Yeah, I've seen a few.
W: You mean the, uh, role playing game.
A: Oh. Game. Right.

D: I used to play a lot in high school. You know, it was pretty cool. Get to be someone else for a while -- a wizard, a warrior, you know, whole world is magic, and you're fighting troglodytes and romancing exotic demon princesses. You know, it's a rush.
C: Did someone find out you were a big nerd?
D: No, that's actually public record.

D: Some of us got really into it. Especially the demon romance part. And we heard about this place where the real . . . . The guys were joking about getting some tail.
W: You went to Madame Dorian's.
D: Just once.
W: It's a demon brothel.
D: Or twice.
W: In Bel Air, I believe. The Watcher's Council is rife with stories about it.
A: How many. . . .
D: Twelve times.
A: . . . .people knew about you doing it?

C: Don't worry, we're incredibly discreet. We'll mingle here for a few hours so no one suspects.

D: When I moved here, I thought it was all glamour and valet parking. There's a whole world here that no one ever sees.
A: More than one.

Madame Dorian: We don't do vampires.
A: I just came to talk.
MD: We don't do that either.

Nina: Look, ma. No hands!

Lenny: What do you want?
A: Good question. What do I want. Love, family, place on this planet I can call my own. But you know what?
Lenny: What?
A: I'm never going to have any of those things. And unless these few minutes go exactly the way I want them to, neither are you.

Lenny: Look, pal. You're obviously not from around here. But trust me, you do *not* want to see my bad side.
A: You show me yours -- < MORPH > -- I'll show you mine.

C: I'm in charge of the . . . enh. . . . m-m-mo....
W: I think there's been some mistake.
C: I'm sure Mr. Nabbit knows how to write a check.

C: I like David. It's such a strong, masculine name. Just. . . feels good in your mouth.

A: Ow! You know, for some reason, I'm getting the impression you don't like me too much. Maybe I'm just overreacting.

W: Oh my.
A: It's upside down.
W: Certainly not something you ought to have framed.
C: How does that feel?
W: I can't possibly imagine it was pleasant.
C: I was talking to Angel.

C: You look . . .
A: Like I've been beaten and stabbed?
C: Want to see the check again?

W: I can certainly understand their stake first and ask questions later state of mind. That's how they survive.
C: And the idea of a vampire in a white hat probably seems a little gimme-a-break-y.

A: Ah. Ah. Can I just see that check again?

G: The guy bugs me, Alana.
Al: Everybody bugs you.
G: You bug me the most!

C: You know, there's nothing like riding in a convertible with the top down to make you see the sun and sand. Mmmm. Smell that salt air.
W: That's not salt.
C: I don't think it's air, either.

C: Reality is a choice, Wesley. You see what you want to see, and I'll see what I want to see.
W: A man exiting an alley pushing a shopping cart.
C: No, I see a very tan lifeguard type with large. . .

W: You ask this gentleman if he's seen anyone that fits the description of our young vampire killers, while I check the power line for any taps.
C: Uh, why don't you ask him and I'll check for taps?
W: Because you can imagine him as a scantily clad buff young stud, while I'm stuck with the naked truth.

G: I don't need advice from some middle class white dude that's dead!

G: They killed you.
Al: Do I look dead to you? I am stronger, faster, and better than ever. Wanna see? ::SHOVE::

Al: On this side, there's no guilt, no grief. Just the hunt and the kill. And the fun!

C: Trying to open that? They locked you in, huh?
A: No. I just love old meat lockers.
W: You should have tried to call us on your cell phone. < pause > You probably forgot you had it.
A: These things hardly ever work. Besides it was a lot easier and quicker to just. . . .Look, I'm the boss here. I say when we use the cell phones, and people are gonna die, and I have to go.
C: You're welcome.

Al: Say good-bye to everything you ever knew.
G: Good-bye. < dust >

Vamp: She was so sweet, your sister. So smooth goin' down, if you know what I mean.

A: Here's the deal. You can go.
Vamp: What?
A: If you go now, and I never see any of you again, you get to live.
Vamp: Are you high?
A: L.A.'s my territory. You want to stay out of it for the rest of your eternal lives. These kids, my town -- off limits from now on. Vamp: Who the Hell are you? You know who you're talkin' to, you fool?
A: Name's Angelus. < dust > I wasn't actually talkin' to you.

W: I asked for a coffee. I know it must be in here someplace.

W: Certainly gives one a sense of perspective, doesn't it?
C: Yes. It does. And I think, perspectively speaking, I might want to prostitute myself to billionaire David Nabbit.
W: Cordelia!
C: What I mean is, he's a nice guy who wants companionship. I could use some security. So when I say "prostitute," what I mean is. . . .
W: Prostitute.
C: For instance.

W: Do you think you really could?
C: I dunno. I could probably learn to love him. Looks aren't everything. Chemistry. Personality, that's important. And except for a lot of . . . other. . . It's not what's on the outside that. . . . Nah. Never mind.

A: I'll be around.
G: I don't need no help.
A: I might.