Gunn: Why would Greenway do this? It was just a stupid racketeering charge. I told him we’d get him off with probation so long as he shut down operations.
Angel: He’s a Wolfram & Hart client. Our client. Oh, and he’s evil. What are the odds?
Fred: What do we do now?
Angel: I find Greenway and I kill every inch of him.

Fred: Angel, we’re doing the best we can.
Angel: It’s not that you guys aren’t doing your jobs, it’s that we shouldn’t be doing these jobs in the first place. Or I shouldn’t.
Gunn: Let’s say we’ve all had a belly full. Any thought of what would happen if we try to say ‘ba-bye?’ The ramifications, I mean. You think the Senior Partners are just going to let us breeze out the front door?
Fred: You’re saying we’re trapped here?
Gunn: I’m saying we knew what we were getting into when we signed up for this gig. Let’s stop pretending that this was some lease with an option to buy.
Angel: Gunn, you really think they won’t let us out or is it that you don’t want to leave?
Gunn: Ok, maybe I don’t. It’s because I believe in what we’re doing. We made the right call.
Angel: And I’m sure that legal brain upgrade they gave you has got nothing to do . . .
Gunn: We all got something outta this.

Angel: Cordelia?
Cordelia: Yeah. That chick’s in rough shape. You’d think they’d give Miss One-Foot-In-The-Grave a private room. Which brings me to “Hey! Couldn’t you stick me some place that smells a little less like ammonia soaked death?”
Angel: Cordy.
Cordelia: Yeah. It’s me.

Wes: You’re. . . You look. . . I don’t want to say ‘really hot.’
Cordelia: Oh, yes you do. I’m a vision of hotliness. And how weird is that? Mystical comas. You know if you can stand the horror of a higher power highjacking your mind and body so that it can give birth to itself? Really recommend ‘em.

Angel: Hey, why don’t we get you out of here?
Cordelia: I love that plan. I hope you brought me some clothes, ‘cuz. . . damn.
Angel: Oh. Well we, we weren’t expecting. . .
Wes: We can stop and buy some.
Cordelia: Oooooh! Great! Shopping! I love that idea, cause, you know, I’m not ready to go back to the hotel yet.

Cordelia: Lorne!
Lorne: Are you huggable?!?
Cordelia: It is so good to see. . . Oh, my God. Gunn? You have hair.
Gunn: Oh. Yeah. What did you think? I was prematurely bald? . . . I wasn’t.

Harmony: Aaaaaaah! Oh my God! I can’t believe you’re here!
Cordelia: Likewise. Especially since the last time I saw you you tried to kill me.
Angel: Oh. Harmony. . . She’s . . . Actually, she’s my secretary.
Cordelia: Oh. Well things just keep getting better and better.
Harmony: I know. You and me. Together again. So. How was the coma?

Angel: Cordy I know there’s a lot to take in. A lot of changes. But I promise you, things here are working out.
Cordelia: Really.
Angel: Yeah. With these resources . . . there’s nothing we can’t do. No one we can’t save.
Cordelia: Except maybe yourself.

Eve: You weren’t upstairs. Didn’t think you’d mind me borrowing your private elevator.
Angel: Eve, I mind you breathing. Get out.
Eve: Yeah, sure, except I’m here to convey the partner’s concern. Little issue of you letting a client skip out of our dimension. Dead nuns we can deal with, but the firm’s out ten million in bail costs. I ask you, is that any way to run a business? Who’s your friend Angel?
Cordelia: I’m Cordelia Chase.
Eve: Oh. My name’s-
Cordelia: I didn’t ask.
Eve: Right.

Angel: I thought I told Security not to let you in this building.
Eve: Sweetie, I’m liaison with the Senior Partners. You honestly think you have any control over my comings and goings? Well, maybe not my goings, but you did have a way with my comings at the Halloween party.
Cordelia: So you two are groin buddies? And I thought Darla was rock bottom.
Angel: We’re not. . . Just once. There were special circumstances. Lorne told us to. But mystically.

Cordelia: Angel do you realize what’s happening? You made a deal with the Devil.
Angel: Come on, Cordy. You’re being a little melodramatic. It’s not that-
Devil Demon: I gotta go. Everything’s in place. I’ll draw up the paperwork.
Angel: Good. Great.
Devil Demon: Racquetball Thursday?
Angel: Ok then.

Spike: Made the biggest mistake of your life. And I’m going to make you pay. Oh, yeah. Feel my wrath. Gorilla throwin’ barrels.

Spike: You got no idea how rotten this feels.
Doyle: Oh. Amazingly enough I do. Yeah. Got my hand cut off a few years back. Line of duty. So believe me when I tell you I feel your pain.
Spike: Well, half of it anyway. I’ll give you that.

Cordelia: First soldier down. [referring to Doyle]
Angel: Yeah.
Cordelia: Doyle pissed me off so righteously for going out like that. But he knew. Knew what he had to do. Didn’t compromise. Used his last breath to make sure you’d keep fighting. I get that now.

Cordelia: Don’t give me that “everything’s fine here” company line. I’m not buying it, and neither are you. And neither are the Powers That Be. Why do you think they woke me up? They know you slipped a track and they want me to help put you back on it.
Angel: You’re wrong about the Powers. They’re not in my corner anymore. It looks like Spike is their new champion.
Cordelia: Spike. Spike Who?
Angel: Spike. He’s got a soul now. And he saved the world. He’s out there on the streets helping the. . . helpless.
Cordelia: Ok, Spike’s a hero and you’re CEO of “Hell, Incorporated.” What fricken bizarro-world did I wake up in?!? I naturally assumed you’d be lost without me, but this?

Lindsey: I’m not sitting at the five-dollar table anymore.
Eve: You know the house always wins.
Lindsey: So the question becomes whose house are we in?

Cordelia: Remember how I said let’s not have your department looking for those symbols that I saw in my vision? Let’s do this like we used to? You and me? Crackin’ the books?
Wes: Yes.
Cordelia: Well that was dumb. What did you ever listen to me for?
Wes: I don’t know. I think I sort of missed this. You and me and the books. ‘Kickin’ it old school,’ as they say. . . . And I never will again.

Cordelia: This is like a rat maze. Complete with rats.

Cordelia: Spike. Well, well, heard you weren’t evil anymore, which kinda makes the hair silly [Spike vamps out] or, ah, nice.

Spike: Took me on and lost, remember old man?
Angel: Yeah. Touch Cordelia again, get ready for our very *last* rematch.
Spike: She’s evil, gormless tit.
Cordelia: Excuse me! Who bit whom?
Angel: Did you call me a tit?
Cordelia: I thought he had a soul.
Spike: I thought she didn’t.
Cordelia: I *do*.
Spike: So do I.
Cordelia: Well clearly mine’s better.
Spike: Look -
Angel: I see fangs, I’m gonna play dentist.
Cordelia: And you call this guy the big hero?
Spike: You called me a hero?
Angel: I didn’t know you were eating people.
Spike: It was a taste-test you git. Needed to know if what my source said was true. And, actually. . . well. . . you *don’t* taste evil. Demons are more. . . astringent. With, ah, sort of oaky--
Angel: What source?
Spike: I got a guy. Has it in with the Powers That Whatzit. Gets these visions.
Angel: Visions?
Spike: Yeah. Said Cordelia was taken over by some Big Bad. Came to destroy you all.
Cordelia: His vision’s a re-run.
Angel: The thing that possessed Cordy’s long dead, Spike.
Spike: Well, looks like tattoo-boy was wrong this time.
Cordelia: Wait, tattoos? What kind of tattoos?
Spike: I don’t know. Symbols. Tribal-like.
Angel: This guy with the visions. Have a name?
Spike: Called himself Doyle.

Angel: Can we have a word with you Eve?
Eve: Now’s not a really good time.
Cordelia: Let’s go, Lilah, Jr.

Angel: Couple weeks ago, man approached Spike told him that the Powers That Be had some missions for him. Spike, brain trust that he is, went along with it.
Spike: Hey!
Angel: He’s the one who told Spike to save me from the parasite. The parasite *you* put on *me* in the first place.
Eve: Not this again.
Cordelia: Get out of that chair and I will *feed you* those Monolo Blonocs. Which are stunning, by the way.
Angel: Seems to me like you and this guy are working together.
Eve: Look, I don’t know what you’re talking about. But, but you can’t keep me here. I have to leave.
Angel: But the thing that really, really pisses me off is that this guy seems to be going by the name of “Doyle.”
Eve: Doesn’t ring a bell.
Cordelia: It does to me. It rings a big fricking gong and I wanna know who has the nerve to be using that name!
Angel: I’m going to give you one chance to tell me where he is.
Eve: Look, I don’t know what--
Harmony: Hey, Boss?
Angel: Not now, Harmony.
Harmony: Ok, but do I get the afternoon off, too?
Angel: What are you talking about?
Harmony: Everybody’s gone. Whole building cleared out a few minutes ago.
Angel: What’s going on, Eve?

Gunn: Checked the server. Message went out, Code 7, right before the building emptied.
Angel: What’s “Code 7,” Eve?
Eve: I don’t know. Seriously.
Cordelia: Ok, this is getting us nowhere. Angel, torture her.
Angel: What?
Eve: What?
Cordelia: You heard me. Building’s clearing out which means we don’t have a lot of time. Have at it!
Angel: I can’t just torture her.
Fred: He’s right, Cordy. If we sink to their level then--
Angel: Harmony!
Harmony: Is this ok? I mean, I am evil. Technically. I don’t mind torturing her for the team.
Angel: Yeah. Ok.
Harmony: Come on, you hussy! [smack!] Spill it! [smack!]
Eve: Ok! Ok! Stop. It’s a fail-safe. They built a fail-safe. [smack!]
Angel: Harmony, she’s talking.
Harmony: She is? Already? Well that sucks.

Angel: Spike, I don’t want to go in blind. Anything else you know about this guy?
Spike: Not much. Average size. Dresses like an urban cowboy. Got his hand chopped off once.
Cordelia: His hand?
Wes: He’s back.
Angel: Lindsey.

Angel: Harmony? Guard Eve. She moves, eat her.
Harmony: Really? Thanks!
Fred: Angel, you’re not going down there alone.
Angel: This fail-safe’s meant for me. I’m not going to risk anybody I care about.
Spike: I’ll go.
Angel: Ok!

Spike: What the bloody hell is this?
Angel: Let’s find out. . . . . Zombies. Swell.

Spike [to the zombies]: Come on lads. No need to be gentle. We’re all dead men here.

Lindsey: There’s always time for redemption. Isn’t that your whole thing?

Angel: Shut it down.
Lindsey: Say please.
Angel: Wasn’t talking to you.
Cordelia: Oh, right! On it!

Angel: Got yourself some mojo. Never should have come back.
Lindsey: What can I say. I missed you.

Wes: [reading from a scroll] ‘Sprinkle ingredients with the arterial blood from an unclean.’ A demon.
Lorne: We’re unclean. Like you’re so April-frehhh--. . . . You’re sure that thing said, ah, ‘arterial blood?’
Wes: Sorry.
Lorne: Why don’t they ever need the urine of an unclean. I’ve got plenty of unclean urine. Look, I’m making some right now.

Lindsey: Who is this?!? Who is this?!? I came to fight the vampire with the soul. Guess you shouldn’ta sold it, huh? Look at you. From champion to pathetic, corporate puppet in just a few months. You used to have fire in your heart. Now all you got is that big hunk of sword. How’s that feel, champ?
Angel: Could be worse. If it was made out of wood, you dumb-ass!

Angel: I’m Angel. I beat the bad guys.

Angel: I think the Senior Partners would like a word.
Lindsey: You don’t think they’re angry, do you?

Cordelia: So. You feel good?
Angel: I do. I just. . . I kind a feel bad about it.
Cordelia: My God, you are a piece of work!
Angel: I just don’t feel like I deserve. . . I mean, all I did was beat up a Tiny Texan. It’s not like I helped anyone.
Cordelia: Sure you did.
Angel: Who?
Cordelia: Boy, I really do fall for dumb ones. You know how you’re really trying to save, oh, everyone in the world? Did it ever occur to you, you were one of them?
Angel: No. It never did.
Cordelia: Well you made the list, gorgeous. And you needed some help.
Angel: And you were the one that helped me.
Cordelia: I did my part.
Angel: Huh. You know, Lindsey wasted a lot of energy trying to make me doubt myself. I know it’s not even close to over, but I do feel like I can do this. Wolfram & Hart, what ever’s coming, I can beat it.
Cordelia: Oh yeah?
Angel: You?
Cordelia: I always did. I . . . . I just needed you to know it, too.
Angel: So all that stuff about deals with the devil--
Cordelia: God’s honest truth. But you’re bigger than that. You’ll win this in the end. I just wish I could be there to see it.
Angel: What do you mean? You’re not--
Cordelia: I can’t stay. This isn’t me anymore. You can say good-bye to the gang for me. Explain everything. Once you understand.
Angel: Huh, that’s going to be never. I need you here.
Cordelia: Don’t make this hard, Angel. I’m just on a different road. And this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one and I didn’t waste it. I got my guy back on track.
Angel: Cordy, this is just, uh--
Cordelia: We take what we can get, champ. And we do our best with it. I’ll be seeing you. . . . Oh, what the hell. One for the road?
Angel: No, um, I don’t have to get that.
Cordelia: That you have to get. . . . Oh, and you’re welcome.
Angel [on telephone]: Hello?. . . Yes, I know she’s. . . But that’s impossible. She’s standing right --. . . I’m sorry. Yeah. Um, so when did she die? . . . . Did she, ah. . . She never did wake up. . . I see. [hangs up phone] Thank you.