Gunn: And now I rule Europe, Australia and South America!
Wesley: I still got Kamchakta.
Gunn: Three fifths of the world covered in water, the rest covered in me!

Wesley: I tell you the first thing we're scrapping. These stupid calling cards.
Cordy: They're not stupid. I designed them. That's an Angel!
Wesley: The universal symbol of the one thing we don't have.
Gunn: That's a Angel? Looks like a - a lobster with a - growth or... We'll make our own logo.
Wesley: Yes. Something sleek, but edgy.
Gunn: Something that says: you need help, we're there.
Wesley: Exactly. Danger is our business. (Cordy puts a hand to her forehead) We'll catch you when you fall.
(Cordy falls downs down in throws of a vision and the guys don't even notice.)
Gunn: Uh, I like that!
Cordy: (from the floor) Guys...

Gunn: You know, right about now I wouldn't mind...
Wesley: Don't say it! We don't have him and it's not going to do any good wishing we did!
Gunn: I was gonna say some dynamite.
Wesley: Oh. - Dynamite. - Maybe it's not to late to go back and...

Gunn: I thought she said he *breathed* fire!

Merl: What do you want, man? I ain't inviting you in.
Angel steps over the threshold: Demon lairs. No invitation necessary.
Merl: Yeah, but it's polite...
Angel: Are you avoiding me, Merl? I ask you for a favor and you're avoiding me. - *That's* impolite.
Merl: Well, nearly drowning me and leaving me hanging in the sewer ain't exactly Emily Post either.

Anne: Hey! Guy I ran over.
Angel: Hey. Girl who ran over me.
Anne: You can call me Anne. It's shorter.
Anne: Thankfully we have a guardian angel.
Angel: Guardian angel?
Anne: Wolfram and Hart. Uh, it's a law firm. They've been a godsend in the last couple of months. Bailed us out of an eviction, defended a couple of our kids.
Angel: They sound like saints.

Boone: You're Angel's lackey.
Merl: No. No, I'm not... (Boone steps on Merl's hand) Ow! Independent contractor. Independent contractor!

Angel: The game. - It's actually kind of fun when you know the rules. I mean, when you know - that there aren't any. You screw with me, and you screw with me, and... you screw with me. And now - I get to screw with you.
Lilah: Uh...
Angel: That's gonna be great!
Lilah: Angel, please...
Angel: No. No. No. No. The begging - that comes later.

Gunn: Our new agency.
Wesley: Wyndham-Price Agency.
Cordy and Gunn: The what?
Wesley: You don't like it? - It's classy.
Cordy: It's stuffy. - The Chase Agency! *That* has the right ring.
Wesley: Why?
Cordy: Because it's my name.
Gunn: Uh, Wes, Ms. Chase, alright, there is only one player here with a name that strikes dread in the demon heart.
Cordy: Gunn?
Gunn: Uh-huh.
Cordy: Oh, yeah, that is so original. (singing) I got a gun and my name is Gunn...
Wesley: Wyndham-Price is everything you need to...

Lilah: I think you'll find our offer (One of the flunkies hits Merl in the nose) competitive.
Merl: Ow. I would have taken a credit card.

Anne: Oh boy. You're not - stalking me, are you?
Angel: Actually, I am.

Lindsey aside to Anne: He's unbalanced. Very dangerous.
Angel: You haven't seen anything yet.
Lindsey: Neither have you.

Lindsey: Everything is gonna be okay.
Lilah: Sure it is. I mean, all we did was to oversee a scheme to steal two million dollars from a teen homeless shelter. How did this happen?

Lilah: No, you're the one with the sporadic professional death wish. How do I know you're not on one of your Kamikaze missions, with me as your co-pilot.

Anne: A few years ago it would have been a big turn on. I thought vampires were the coolest.
Angel: What happened?
Anne: I met one.
Angel: You're not afraid of me.
Anne: Well, I've seen worse things since. A fourteen-year-old girl sitting in her own blood after a rough trick and dozens of people just walking right by, so no, vampires, demons, even lawyers pretty much don't impress me. Maybe you had a good reason for cutting off Lindsey's hand. I don't care. - I care about the shelter.

Lilah: Well, it's a pretty simple formula. Rich people pay to touch famous people. Cameras catch all the not quite prostitutional action. Pretty profitable and it all goes into the public consciousness as a good deed courtesy of Wolfram and Hart. It's really true - charity gives you this - warm glow, you know?

Random Rich Woman: Serena, I have to know, this thing with making your character gay, is that like all about ratings? Because I don't get it.
Anne: And the money?
Angel: The money was tainted.
Anne: I don't even care about...
Angel: Yes, you do. That's the difference between us.- You still care.

Nathan: Because Angel - is a major player.
Lilah: In business?
Nathan: In the apocalypse.
Lilah: Oh. That.

Anne: What's this?
Angel: Blood.
Anne: (pauses, then) It'll wash.