Lilah: What does it say about the birth?
Translator: Well actually, it's funny. It doesn't.
Lilah: What do you mean it doesn't? But you said it did.
Translator: Yes, I did say it did.
Lilah: But it doesn't.
Translator: In a way.
Lilah: I have a gun.

Lilah: You know Angel, coming from you, idle threats are so, well, idle.
Angel: You remember when I ripped your car in half?
Lilah: Yeah, yeah. Hulk smash.

Lilah: You wanna kill the Beast and give his boss a run for his evil? The answer is downstairs in a cage. Set Angelus on it.
Cordelia: Do you know what Angelus would do if we let him out?
Lilah: Kill you all in a bloody shower of violence, but hey! Greater good!

Lilah: You're getting the big freeze-out, too?
Lindsey: Lilah.
Lilah: Oh, what's wrong, Lindsey? You bitter because your girlfriend didn't slit my throat?
Lindsey: That might be overstating it. More like bummed.
Lilah: Sorry to disappoint. I take it I'm not the only one feeling the lack of empathy around here.
[A vampire, walking next to a lawyer, stares at Lindsey's bruised face.]
Lindsey: What are you looking at?
Lilah: No phone calls, no flowers. If I were the nervous type, I'd be nervous. But as it is, I'm just pissed."
Lindsey: What do you expect, Lilah? We're the only survivors of the massacre, it's natural that we're under suspicion.
Lilah: Yeah, you know what I don't like about suspicion? The part where they find us two weeks from now, dead in some freak accident.
Lindsey: We did nothing wrong.
Lilah: I'm sorry, have we met? Because I work for Wolfram and Hart. Responsibility has nothing to do with it. If they are looking for a scapegoat we might as well grow horns and start eating garbage.
Lindsey: Scapegoat. Scapegoat, Lilah?! They're the one...
[Lilah puts a hand on his chest and Lindsey falls silent and glares at another lawyer, walking past them in the hallway.]
Lindsey: [more quietly] They're the ones who wanted Drusilla brought in. I was following orders.
Lilah: And you honestly think that matters? Fine. Indulge your denial. Don't doubt for a minute someone's gonna pay, Lindsey, and we're the only ones left.
Lindsey opens the door to his dark office and the two of them stop just inside the door.
Lindsey: Not the only ones.

Lilah: You're not getting anything out of me this time either.
Angel: Didn't think I would. But Gavin, he was more accommodating. (gesturing to a bound and gagged Gavin)
Lilah: (chuckles quietly) Couldn't you have at least tortured him a little bit more?
Angel: I really wanted to, but he wouldn't stop talking long enough for me to get into it.
Lilah: I have a cure for that.
Angel: Vindict on your own time. I'm kinda on the clock here.

Lindsay: Here is the target.
Lee: Don't let the picture fool you. She is tougher than she looks.
Lindsay: We're not talking about anything elaborate. No slow or painful death.
Lee: Well, some pain would be good.
Lindsay: The point is: do we want her dead?
Lee: Yes. Dead. A lot.

Lindsey: [looking at the tank] Bye-bye, Angel.
[looks up to see Angel and Cordelia blocking the exit]
Angel: Hello, Lindsey.
Lindsey: [grins] And the hero arrives right on schedule. And with a date.
Cordelia: Yeah. Dinner and a show... and you're both.
[Angel walks slowly toward Lindsey with his arms crossed.]
Lindsey: Is this the part where I get all weak in the knees? Promise I'll never do it again?
Angel: Little late for that, Doyle.
Lindsey: There's always time for redemption. Isn't that your whole thing?
Angel: You had your chance. I guess some people, they just never change.
[Angel starts to backhand Lindsey, but Lindsey catches his hand mid-thrust and punches Angel in the ribs before throwing him hard across the room. Angel rollls across the floor into the opposite wall.]
Lindsey: I did.

Lindsey: Believe it or not, I was actually talking about you. You don't care about being squashed like a bug?
Angel: You haven't heard a word I've said. For, like, years back.
Lindsey: Well, you get a little speechy, all right? And I breeze out. I got the Cliff Notes--honor and humanity. Absolute good. I heard it. So here's the plot twist--I'm in.
Angel: Why?
Lindsey: Everybody goes on about your soul. A vampire with a soul. Nobody ever mentions the fact that you're really a vampire with big brass testes. This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you're about to pick the nastiest fight since mankind drop-kicked the last demon out of this dimension. And that you don't do without me. If you want me, I'm on your team.
Angel: I want you, Lindsey. [pause] Thinking about rephrasing that.
Lindsey: Yeah, think I'd be more comfortable if you did.

Lindsey: Darla... I've been calling here all night. Why haven't you answered? [He drops his stuff and walks over to the window drawing the curtains closed.] Get away from the window. It's not safe. [Stands close behind her.] They called an emergency meeting tonight after what happened. The official order on you is to stake on sight. [Darla walks past him. Sits down on a chair and looks at something in her hands.] You should have told me what you had planned. I would have talked you out of it helped you. I don't know. [He closes the rest of the curtains, walks over to Darla.] Things are getting complicated for us now.
Darla: Yes. Yes, I believe they are.
Lindsey: We should probably clear your stuff out of here. Move in my bedroom. I just think it'd be best for us... [Darla is still looking at her hands, twisting the big ring Angel killed the Senior Partner for between her fingers.] Darla, what's wrong? [Sees the ring.] What is this? [Takes it from her.] Where did you get this?
Darla: What's the difference? Doesn't work anyway.
Lindsey: No, of course it doesn't work, because after Angel stole it there was a disenchanting ceremony. It took half the meeting. How did you get this?
Darla: It was my payment.
Lindsey: Your payment? What are you talking about?
Darla: What do you think I'm talking about, Lindsey?
Lindsey: I don't know! [She just looks at him and after a beat he turns away. Stares down at the ring then back at her with a frown.] What happened?
Darla: Nothing. Nothing happened. My god, nothing at all.
Lindsey: Tell me. I have to know.
Darla: You want details, Lindsey? Is that what you want?
Lindsey: Yes. I want details. I need to know everything. All of it. What did he do to you?

Lindsey: Darla?
Darla: Say that again?
Lindsey: I just uh... I said, your name... Darla.
Darla: It sounds so odd, doesn't it?
Lindsey: I don't know what you mean-.
Darla: It wasn't my name when I was human. First time I was human, I mean.
Lindsey: What was your name?
Darla: [without sentiment] I don't remember. I'm not her, whoever she was. I was Darla for so long. And then... I wasn't. I wasn't anything. I just... stopped. He killed me, and I was done. But then you brought me back.
Lindsey: Yes...
Darla: What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I? Did you bring back that girl, whose name I can't remember?... Or did you bring back something else? The other thing?
Lindsey: Both. Neither. You're just you... whatever that is.
Darla: Why haven't you kissed me? You've been dying for it, haven't you?
Lindsey: I didn't know if you wanted me to...
Darla: Why should that matter? Do you think I ever hesitated when I wanted something? Life's too short. Believe me. I know. Four hundred years, and still too short.
[Lindsey steps forward and kisses her softly.]
Darla: Mmm, that's how humans get what they want. I remember that much.
[Lindsey kisses her again.]
Lindsey: Do you like it?
Darla: It's nice. - But it's not me you want to screw.
[Lindsey pulls back to look at her.]
Lindsey: What?
Darla: It's him. You all think you can use me to get to Angel.
Lindsey: Maybe.
[He kisses her hard, pushing her up against the table.]
Darla: What am I?
Lindsey: I don't know and I don't care.
[They kiss and suddenly Darla bites the side of Lindsey's neck, hard and he pulls away. They break apart.]
Darla: Now do you care?
Lindsey: No.
Darla: That's how vampires get what they want. What am I?
Lindsey: Darla...
Darla: Is that it? Am I Darla?
Lindsey: Yes.
Darla: Careful. Darla would snap you in half. - Is that who I am?
[She pushes away from him and leans her head against the window. Lindsey reaches one hand up to cover the side of his neck.]
Lindsey: I understand what you're going through.
[Darla shakes her head and pushes away from the glass.]
Darla: No. Nobody understands. Nobody can understand. I can feel this body dying, Lindsey. I can feel it decaying moment by moment. It's being eaten away by this thing inside of it. It's a cancer, this soul!

Lindsey: How-how do you expect us to succeed when you handcuff us with these idiotic rules protecting Angel?
[Lilah casually edges a couple of steps away from Lindsey.]
Nathan: I'm sorry. Did you say something?
Lindsey: Angel is an obstacle to everything that we do. Give me one good reason why we can't just kill him!
[Nathan steps up close to Lindsey.]
Nathan: Because Angel is a major player.
Lilah: In business?
Nathan: In the apocalypse.
Lilah: Oh. That.
Nathan: The prophecies all agree that when the final battle is waged, he plays a key role.
Lindsey: Good for him.
Nathan: Which side he's on is the gray area, and we're gonna continue making it as gray as possible.
Lilah: Works for me.
Nathan: Until then, his growing obsession with the two of you, the increasing possibility that to scratch that itch, he'll go so far as to kill you... Well, that could actually play in the firm's favor.
[Lilah stares at him with a frown.]
Nathan:It would be a sign that Angel is on the path to joining our team. And as hard as it is to lose good attorneys, well the truth is - you are both expendable.
[Smiles at them, then turns dead serious.]
Nathan:Angel isn't.

Lindsey: I could sing for you.
Lorne: I've heard you sing. [takes out a gun with a silencer and shoots Lindsey twice in the chest]
Lindsey: Why... why did you...
Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be.
Lindsey: You killing me? A flunky?! I'm not just... Angel... kills me. You... Angel... [dies]
Lorne: Good night, folks.

Lindsey: I get myself killed, that'll convince you I've changed?
Angel: It's a start.

Lindsey: Lilah. Something happened?
Lilah: I can't do it anymore, Lindsey.
[Lilah slowly walks in. Lindsey drops his stuff and closes the door.]
Lindsey: Do what?
Lilah: The waiting. I'm sitting in my office and every time there is a noise or the phone rings... One of us is gonna die, Lindsey.
Lindsey: Everybody dies, Lilah.
Lilah: But not everybody ends up in a dog-food processing plant in San Pedro.
Lindsey: May not happen to you, Lilah. You got a fifty-fifty chance of surviving this thing, just like me.
Lilah: That's not good enough. There is a way out of this.
Lindsey: How?
Lilah: We don't wait for them to choose one of us, we choose each other instead. If we stick together we can beat them. We could leave, you and me, tonight. They'd have no choice...
Lindsey: No choice but to hunt us down, which they would.
Lilah: No. Not if we took files, as insurance.
Lindsey: Take files?
Lilah: Yes. Look. I've heard the rumors. We both know that it worked for you once before. You knew just what to take. And this time you won't have to assume any of the risk. You just tell me which files to steal and I'll get them. And then we can get out of here. End this mess together. Are you in?
[Lindsey strokes the side of Lilah's face and leans in as if to kiss her, while his hand slips down into her blouse and pulls out a wire.]
Lindsey: [speaking into the tiny microphone] But Lilah, I would never steal files from my employer. I'm shocked at the suggestion. [With a snort of laughter he retrieves his jacket, portfolio and keys.] Forget about the frame job, sweetheart. They're gonna kill who they're gonna kill. [Opens the door.] Just take it like a man.
[Lindsey blows her a kiss and leaves.]

Lindsey: Well, our files aren't a hundred percent, but I guess it's fair to say you've never seen anything like real poverty. I'm talking dirt poor. No shoes, no toilet, six of us kids in one room. And come flu season it was down to four. I was seven when they took the house. They just came right in and took it. And my daddy's being nice, you know? Joking with the bastards while he signs the deed. So yeah, we had a choice. You got stepped on or you got to stepping. And I swore to myself that I was not gonna be the guy standing there with a stupid grin on my face while my life got dribbled out.
Angel: [head falls off hand] [pretends to jolt awake] I'm sorry, I nodded off. Did you get to the part where you're evil?