L: What's hidden in Angel's secret chambers?
D: Horrors.

W: I am not a sheep!
C: You are *such* a sheep. You've never a single opinion you didn't read in a book.
W: At least I've opened a book.
C: Oh don't even try with the snooty, Wooly Boy. I was top 10 percent of my class!
W: What class? Advanced bosoms?

C: We were just discussing whether or not we should offer to pay Gunn.
A: No you weren't.
W: Well, our discussions tend to go about 3 minutes, then it's strictly name calling and hair pulling.

C: No think! Pay. That's an order.
A: Hey. How about we pretend that you work for me.
C: You are really unpleasant when you --
A: Then why don't we pretend that you don't.
C: You can't fire me. I'm Vision Girl.

A: Hey! You wanna get behind the tape? You gotta gawk, go home, watch a high speed chase on Fox.

A: I'm outta vice three weeks, I've seen enough amateur night crap to fill a miniseries. So you wanna pretend that's not a cub scout uniform and tell me about dead people?

A: You seen a girl tonight? Maybe a little scared, beat up?
Cop: Nu-huh. Nobody but our Mr. Bills. You know. [tiny voice] 'Oh, no! Mr. Bill!'

B: What are you?
A: I've come to help you. My name is Angel.
B: Ha. Ha. Great, I stabbed an angel. Now I'm really never getting into heaven.

B: You can't make me go anywhere with you.
A: I think that message got through.
A: I won't hurt you. And you can't hurt me. You may need that.
[Gives Bethany card. She runs. He falls to the ground.]
A: Okay. Maybe she can hurt me a little.

L: I'm sorry I couldn't make it. Work just got insane, and our new clients are monsters.

L: I like folding. It's like a Zen exercise for me.

C: Stop moving.
A: I'm not.
C: Well then stop breathing.
A: I can't breathe.
C: Then . . . stop flexing your manly boob muscles or whatever.

W: That's an ugly looking wound.
A: Doesn't feel pretty either.

W: We should definitely approach this girl with caution. I guess you already figured that out.

A: We gotta find out everything we can about her.
C: Like, oh, say, her name?
A: I was impaled at the time.

A: Do you know how hard it is to think straight with a Rebar through your torso?
C: Actually, I do. Benefits of a Sunnydale education.

A: She said she was staying with a friend.
C: Well, that narrow it down to people who have friends. Where do we keep that list?

A: She's just a girl.
C: Just a girl that could kill your ass by blinking.

A: What do we know about telekinesis.
W: Ah yes. The power of moving things with one's mind. [Thinks] That's pretty much it. The power of . . . moving. I'm better with demons, really.

G: You call; I come. Loaded for bear. Ready for battle. Somethin' else that starts with "B."

G: Isn't this the thing? Some the kids in my camp put it together for me. Thought I might get the chance to stick it in somethin' tonight.
C: Men are all alike.

G: Fair Cordelia. You still savin' my life?
C: Every minute.
G: How's that workin' out?
C: You're alive aren't you?

G: You got it. But if I come back her on the end of a spatula, I'm expectin' some *serious* workman's comp.

A: I'm going to bed. S'been a long day.
C: You've been up for three hours.

A: Well?
C: Top of the middle of the day to you, too.

C: No leads worth mentioning. Of course, we lost a little time during my 45 minutes of sleep. Good thing I left clothes here, or you'd be smelling me even now.

A: You're safe here.
W: We're all safe people.
A: This is Wesley, Cordelia.
B: So it's a family business, huh?
A: Friends.

A: Would you like some tea?
B: Yeah, please.
C: You shouldn't worry. Angel does this kind of thing all the time.
B: Makes tea?
C: Helps people. You know, he helps people with problems.
B: So what's wrong with you?
W: Where to begin.

H: Wow. That little girl gave you one heckuva shiner, didn't she?

B: She'll just think I'm crazy.
A: Are you?
B: What?
A: Well, if you are, you know, crazy, I just think things will go smoother if I know up front.

C: There's something. She's got a vibe. I'm getting a vibe. She's vibe-y.
W: I didn't notice a vibe.
C: Well, all evidence to the contrary, Wes, but you're not a woman.

A: You ever done it on purpose?
B: Course not.
A: You never thought, "Man, that remote's too far away and I'd have to get up. . . "

B: Don't start asking me a bunch of stupid questions: When were you potty trained? Name all your pets. . . . Do you like hide and seek?
A: None of those were on my list.

C: You're sure nothing's broken?
W: I'm sure.
C: Nothing at all? Say, your brain?

C: What happened to "approach her with caution"?
W: Would've given her time to get her defenses up.
C: She wouldn't be crying, you wouldn't be bruising, and Angel wouldn't have had a near Melba toast experience. What did you *say* to her?

W: Statistically speaking, the father was the best guess.
C: There's not enough yuck in the world.

A: You're gone.
C: You can't fire Wesley! I'll quite, too! Unless you're firm.

B: I feel safe up here.
A: Yeah. You did pick the one room in the house that may collapse to feel safe in.

B: People are pathetic.
A: I don't know. I kinda like 'em. Time I've lived, I've seen some horrors, scary behavior, couple fashion trends I constantly pray to forget, but I see people try. I see them try to do better.
B: You sound like an old guy.
A: Oh, you know, I'm very well-preserved.

A: I was having a nightmare.
B: Looked like a pretty happy dream. Maybe the covers were just rumpled.

B: I figured we'd have fun. You can do stuff to me, and, you know, we'll have some fun.

B: I've done stuff. I can make you happy.
A: You wouldn't like me when I'm happy.

A: You want to make love, but you don't want to be touched.
B: Make love? What, are you from the 18th century?

B: Are you shocked I'm a great big slut?
A: You'll find I'm not easily shocked, Bethany.

B: I'm. . . I'm like the chambermaid. I just leave. When a guy's on me, I-I made up the room, I show them in, and I leave 'til he's gone. Come back and clean up the mess.

B: Right. You love the people. You love them so much, you've got a hundred rooms to be alone in.

H: You know, Lindsey is a guy who understands the big picture. All his efforts go towards realizing that picture. And your little girl is currently finger painting all over his efforts.

G: Knock, knock! See this works great. You break; I enter.

G: I'm still dealing with this man's ugly-ass living room set. Some people just shouldn't have money.

G: Are you offering to pay me for helping you?
A: Yeah.
G: Cool.

G: You're a very graceful man. Have I ever mentioned that?

C: It's the vanilla that makes the mocha less latte-y.
B: Yeah. Where I'm from, you know, they still just have coffee. Everything else is that L.A. stuff.
C: Yeah. Don't bone my boss.

C: The thing about Angel? He's old-fashioned. OLD-fashioned. Like, the Age of Chivalry.

C: Those guys are better off squashed, I truly think. But, somewhere in that moment of panic, a decision got made and I don't want the same thing to happen to my friends. Or -- and I can't stress this enough -- me.

B: So, are you and Angel?
C: Oh, no. I like my men less broody and more spendy.

C: Bethany!! You can squash those guys!!

L: You're gonna need a friend.
B: My friends don't hire people to rape and kidnap me. At least not my close ones, anyway.

L: I was trying to make you stronger.
B: Good job.

L: He is a vampire, you know.
B: Weird.

A: Looks like you're going to have to find someone else's brain to play with.
L: Yeah, we have someone in mind.
A: Good night, Lilah.
L: Sweet dreams.