Cordelia: Angel?…Wesley!…Mr. Green Mojo Guy's cousin?
 
Host: God, I wish I could get drunk.
 
Angel: I don't wanna research, all right? I wanna jump through the big swirly hole thingy and save Cordelia.
 
Wesley: We might never be able to get back!
Angel: It's Cordy.
 
Angel: What, is it out of batteries. Is the thing out of batteries?
Host: I don't know. I don't know how it works!
Angel: Dammit! I just got her back.
 
Wesley: It's cold.
Angel: What? Put on a sweater.
Wesley: No, no, the hot spot is cold.
 
Wesley: The hot spot is cold. That's why you couldn't open the second portal.
Angel: Huh. I was right. It was the batteries.
 
Host: Remember when I said I loved this dimension and I'm never, never, never gonna leave? Exactly which "never" did you not understand?
 
Aggie: Sometimes the journey is taken simply because it must be taken. That vague enough for ya?
Host: Is that what I sound like? Eeesh. No wonder people complain.
 
Wesley: I suppose I could try a binding spell of some kind, something to fuse us together when we enter the portal.
Angel: Good. Let's do that.
Wesley: However, we could emerge on the other side as a freakishly hybridized Siamese twin.
 
Angel: What, we handcuff ourselves together? Who do we know that has handcuffs?
Wesley: Well, I--wouldn't know, but anyway, I don't think handcuffs will work.
 
Angel: Lawyers. Don't you people sleep during the day?
 
Angel: I wanna go. Bad. Just waitin' for Wes to have that "eureka" moment.
Wesley: EUREKA!
Angel: Oh, thank God.
Host: You mean he actually says "eureka"?
 
Angel: Here? Isn't this a movie studio?
Host: Makes a certain kinda sense, no?
 
Angel: The sun! Daylight! Quick, somebody hand me a blanket -- hand me a blanket or I'll catch on fire! Why am I not on fire?
 
Angel: And I'm not on fire.
Wesley: And we're all together, too. We didn't even merge into a freakish four-man Siamese twin!
Gunn: That was a risk? How come nobody told me that was a risk?
 
Angel: Can everybody just notice how much fire I'm not on?
 
Angel: Let's start gathering branches, brush, anything that'll cover the car. Hey, look, there's some over in that patch of sun. I'll get 'em.
 
Angel: No problem here. Walkin' in the sun. Do it all the time.
Wesley: Yes, we're all heartily aware that you're not on fire.
 
Host: Just remember, keep your heads down. Xenophobia kind of a watchword where I'm from.
Gunn: I don't get it. Why are they afraid of Xena? I think she's kinda fly.
Wesley: Xenophobia. Fear of foreigners.
Gunn: Oh. Then can we pretend I didn't just say that?
 
Wesley: I used to be horrified by those stories about the Tower of London.
Angel: Wasn't that bad.
 
Host: Oh, am I glad to see you. And so much less dead than I expected.
Angel: What'd they do to you?
Host: Well, first there was the welcome home parade thrown in my honor--tickertape, streamers -- honestly, I was so touched, I almost wept. Locked me in a room, pushed me around, asked a bunch of questions--your standard film noir