C: "O.k., move the line. Then what?
A: "Then... just keep moving the line. You'll be able to keep an attacker busy until... you know...."
C: "What? He dies of old age? Or until you swoop in to save me?"

A: "You don't think that I would."
C: "Would what?"
A: "Save you."
C: "Menfolk not always around to protect the womenfolk, you know? Besides, what if it turned out you were the guy I had to fight? Could happen."

A: "We'll go half-speed until..."
C: "No need. I got it. Three years of varsity cheer squad, I only ever had to be shown a move once."
A: "You know, Cordelia, handling a lethal weapon is a little different than shaking a pom-pom...."
C: "Ready! O.k.!"
(Cordelia runs through the move and pins him neatly against the wall)
A: "Go team!"

Lh: "Gavin... why don't you go close an escrow or something?"

Gv: "Our pleasure!"
Lh: "'Our pleasure' in the sense that he had _nothing_ to do with it!"

Gv: "Nice boy!"
Lh: "Yeah Billy? He's great. Had his own little private room in hell... family connections. Oh, by the way? Get out."
Gv: "I wasn't finished."
Lh: "Yeah, you really were."

Gv: "'You think'? Who told you you could think? You know, why don't you try listening once in a while instead of constantly flapping that fat mouth of yours?"
Lh: "You weren't exactly captain of the debate team, were you, Gavin?"

W: "We should all be battle-ready. Every one of us."
(from other room)
G: "Dead! So dead! So very, very dead! Just how dead are you?"
A: "I'm tired of always being the dead one."

C: "Wesley, if you want to get to know Fred better, maybe the next time you have her over for an intimate dinner for two you won't ask the rest of us to come along."

C: "We don't live in 'normal circumstances'. I mean, what are the odds of any of us actually finding someone out there that can deal with the kind of stuff we have to deal with? I don't know, maybe we are meant..."
W: "For each other?"
C: "Actually, I was going to say 'to be alone'. But what the heck? Wesley, if you like her -- tell her! Just go right up to her and... hack her into little pieces...."

A: "How many convenience stores have we got on the Westside?"
F: "Well, even if you just include Santa Monica, Beverly Hills, and Malibu only, the combined population is something like 130,000 people spread over more than thirty square miles, and given that the..."
G: "A lot."
F: "I was getting there."

W: "Cordelia...."
A: "Maybe you shouldn't be looking at that."
C: "Tell that to The Powers. They already ran the THX version in my head, remember?"

C: "How did you get this stuff?"
W: "I did it the old-fashioned way... I bought it."

G: "I don't get it. This guy confessed. Crime solved. Why are The Powers airing re-runs in Cordy's head?"

C: "You're sure this is him. This is the guy?"
A: "You pull someone from a hell dimension, you tend to remember their face."

Lh: "That's a very dramatic entrance, except for the part where you can't enter."

A: "You know your boy's on the loose. You know what he's doing."
Lh: (stepping out of the shadows) "It's been brought to my attention."

Lh: "You should see the other guy."
A: "I plan to."

Lh: "This isn't some three-horned Gurnarbeast you can just chop into meatloaf."
A: "Why are you protecting him after what he did?"
Lh: "I'm sorry, but this deep chivalric concern coming from the only man I _know_ definitely wants to kill me is a bit much coming on a day like this."

G: "Well, how about we sneak in dressed as, like, security guards or ...something?"
W: "Hmmm, it's a possibility. Or we could...."
(Angel vaults the 12-ft gate alone and takes off)
G: "So... wanna go next?"

A: "You're not a right guy, Billy. You're not quite human either, are you?"
B: "Not quite. More than you."

B: "I have never hurt a woman in my life! ...I just like to watch."

GuyOfficer: "Did you just tell me to relax? You think you can talk to me like that?"
GalOfficer: "I'd talk to you with my finger, but I like both hands on the wheel while I'm driving."

G: "It doesn't make sense. I mean, even if he did it, he didn't do it, you know what I'm saying? So why confess? What does he get?"
A: "_Out_. It gets him out."
G: "Yeah, o.k. Out of his palatial, $12-million compound and into a holding cell at Men's Central."

C: "Wait, Angel! You can't barge into a police precinct and go all Terminator."
A: "I'll be o.k."
C: "It's dangerous. He's dangerous. What if he lays his whammy on you?"
A: "He won't be conscious long enough to try."

Lh: "Cordelia Chase, right? Come to gloat?"
C: "I can do that anywhere. Are you going to invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire!"

C: "I want you to help me stop him."
Lh: "And what makes you think I'm gonna do that?"
C: "Well, there's your face, for starters."
Lh: "I know the risks of my job and I accept them."
C: "Why were you crying five minutes ago? There's not a thing about badly-reapplied mascara that I don't know."

C: "Angel feels responsible because he brought this guy back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch."
Lh: "So? You know me."
C: "Please! I *was* you... with better shoes."
Lh: "These are Boracci."
C: "Fall collection?"
Lh: "Next spring."
C: "He's widened the heel."
Lh: "And rounded the toe."
C: "That won't work with pink."
Lh: "The pink is out this spring."
C: "Billy Blim makes people crazy."

Lh: "Gee, I sure hope Angel isn't starting to feel testy."
C: "You'd _better_ hope it."
Lh: "I know, I've seen his dark side."
C: "You really haven't."

C: "He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you *stay* down because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that. And no woman strong enough to wear the mantle of 'vicious bitch' would _ever_ put up with it."

B: "Somebody should talk to them about appropriate public behavior. Do you want to, or should I?"

W: "Speaking of saliva... where's Cordelia?"

W: "Lie to me again and we're going to have a problem."

W: "What do you tell a woman with two black eyes?" (shoves Fred down on the stairs) "Nothing you haven't told her twice before." (Fred runs) "No sense of humor."

A: "I'm looking for Billy Blim."
BC: "You a friend of his, or what?
A: "Friend? To be honest, I'm looking to kill the bastard."
BC: "Oh. Come on in."

A: "Is he here?"
BC: "No. He came and went."
A: "And everyone's o.k.? Frankly, I was expecting blood, carnage, bad things."

A: "So, can you explain something to me? How come you invited me in after I told you I wanted to kill your cousin?"
BC: "You're Angel, right?
A: "Billy mentioned me?
BC: "No, no. There was a chick here. Cute. Brunette. She said that a melodramatic guy named Angel would eventually show up."
A: "Cordelia... thinks I'm melodramatic?"
BC: "Well, you _did_ say that you were going to kill my cousin."
A: "That's not melodrama! Melodrama..." (seizes guy by lapels) "She was _here_!?!"
BC: "So, you're saying melodrama is exaggerated emotion...."
A: "This isn't a demo! This is real!"

W: (walking the hallways, battleaxe in hand) "Fred! Fred! I know what you're doing. What you're up to... luring me... forcing me to find you. Oh, it's such a dog-and-pony show! You beguile me with your girlish ways. I pursue you. But you never give over do you? No, you just keep laughing. Well, guess what, my love? I'm not some downy-faced schoolboy." (kicks in the door) "I'm a man."

B: "Do I know you?"
C: "Not exactly. I thought we should meet. I'm the woman Wolfram & Hart tortured to get you out of your fire cell."
B: "Oh, I see. And you're here to whine. A poor helpless battered woman who needs to vent her feelings about the injustice of it all."
C: "No, asswipe." (tasers him in the groin, then pulls a crossbow on him) "I'm here to send you back."

B: "You think I hate you because you're a woman, I don't."
C: "Gee, and I was feeling special."
B: "I don't hate women. I mean, sure, you're all whores who sell yourselves for money or prestige, but men are just as bad. Maybe even worse. They're willing to throw away careers, or families, or even lives for what's under your skirt."
C: "I'm wearing pants."
B: "So, you can dress like a man, talk like a man... does that make you feel superior?"
C: "Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. And the irony of using a phallic-shaped weapon? Not lost on me."

B: "You saved me again! I knew that you would!"
C: "Angel, you know what he is!"
A: "Yeah, I do. Which is why I'm going to waste this piece of garbage myself."
C: "Angel, he can't hurt me.
B: (grabbing Angel) "No, _I_ won't hurt her. _I_ won't hurt her at all."

G: "You mean that finger-painty handprint downstairs is Billy's blood?" (Fred nods) "So, you're saying that Wes turned into a psycho-killer because of that bloody handprint... that I picked up and looked at?"
F: "Uh, when you put it that way it kinda worries me."

F: "You remember when you said we would go to Plan B? What's Plan B?"
G: "Uh... Plan B... uh... _Plan B is the one where if you don't stop whining I bash in your...!_ ...oh, God!"

B: "I actually have never done this to a vampire before. Should be pretty entertaining!"

A: "Please _go_!"
C: "I can't. I have this problem: This is happening to you because of _me_. Because of me. So I won't leave you Angel, I won't."
A: "You think that's your problem? That's not your problem. Do you know what your real problem is?" (turns on Billy) "Guys like *him*!"

F: "Charles, you're scaring me!"
G: "Take this and knock me out. Knock me out!"
F: "You want me to hit you?"
G: "Yes!"
F: "I can't!"
G: "You might want to. Hit me!"
F: "Charles, please!"
G: "'Charles, please!' Fine! Then give it back to me so I can smash your stupid head in. Gimme the damn chair leg!" (she cracks it over his head) "You're gonna pay for that!" (she knocks him cold)

W: "Would you like to hear my theory, Fred? It's about how stupid you are. I think that after five years of living in a cave, you'll instinctively retreat to small, dark places, rather than run outside where you'd be safe. Let's finish this."
F: "I'm sorry, Wesley."
W: "You're sorry?"
F: "You were right about me liking dark places to hide in, but you forgot I also like to build things."

C: "I don't get it.
A: "I don't get it either."
C: "I mean, you're a man. So why didn't Billy's touch affect you?"
A: "Maybe because I'm not human."
C: "Oh, right! And a vampire could _never_ be turned into a monster!"
A: "Well, that thing ... that Billy brought out in others? Hatred and anger. That's something I lost a long time ago."
C: "Even when you were evil?"
A: "I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger. It was always about the pain and the pleasure."
C: "Oh. So I guess you could say that your demonness makes you less petty than humans. Almost noble. ...I mean in a twisted, dark, and _really_ disturbing kind of way."
A: "Thanks."
C: "Hmm-mmm. ... It's _weird_."
A: "What is?"
C: "I'm starting to get used to being creeped out and comforted at the same time."
A: "I get that."