Wesley: Did the call of magic draw you here?
Willow: Oh, no. More like the call of Fred.

Wesley: Did you remember a strange sensation when it released its energy?
Spike: You mean my skin and muscle burning away from the bone? Organs exploding in my chest? Eyeballs melting in their sockets? No. No memory at all thanks for asking.

Wesley: Don't you think it's a bit unseemly, adding "Y"s to the end of people's names?
Gunn: Does that mean I have to call you "Wesle"?

Wesley: Everything he's told us to do, we're doing. Spike's thinking positive. Gunn is peeing all over the office.
Fred: [slurring] And we're a little bit drunk.
Wesley: Yes! But not because we drank. Because Lorne told us to be drunk!
Angel: [to Gunn] Lorne told you to pee all over the office?
Gunn: Lord, I hope so.

Wesley: Feel natural?
Faith: Eh, it's like riding a biker.

Wesley: Had to be someone else. Someone with the ability to slip past Wolfram & Hart security systems.
Lorne: Like our magically tattooed faux Doyle.
Angel: Spike, I don't wanna go in blind. Anything else you know about this guy?
Spike: Not much. Average size. Dressed like an urban cowboy. Got his hand chopped off once.
Cordy: His hand?
[Angel, Cordy, Wes, and Gunn realize who is impersonating Doyle.]
Wesley: He's back.
Angel: Lindsey.
Fred: Who?
Angel: Lock the building down, make sure he can't get out. Don't trust security systems. He won't show up because of those tattoos of his.
Wesley: There could be a way to fix that. I'll need some help.
Lorne: My dance card's free.
Fred: [to Angel] Who is Lindsey?
Cordelia: A lawyer. Wolfram & Hart's former golden boy, till he ran off to go find himself.
Angel: Yeah, he should've stayed lost. Harmony, guard Eve. She moves, eat her.
Harmony: [grins widely] Really? Thanks.

Wesley: He's got a soul but he's not a part of the world...he can never be part of the world.
Cordelia: Because he doesn't want stuff? That's ridiculous!
[Wesley takes Cordelia's doughnut]
Cordelia: Hey I want that!
Wesley: What connects us to life?
Cordelia: Right now i'm going with 'Doughnut'
Wesley: What connects us to life is the simple truth we are part of it. We live, we grow, we change but Angel...
Cordelia: ..can't do any of those things

Wesley: Hello, father.
Roger: Walk away from this, Wesley. You'll never understand what we're trying to do here.
Wesley: You're using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily.
Roger: That creature's more dangerous to mankind than you realize.
Wesley: You're wrong about him. He's not what you think.
Roger: He's a puppet. He always has been. To the Powers That Be, to Wolfram & Hart. Now he's ours.
Wesley: You went to a lot of trouble to get this staff. [Flash to Wesley's father pulling a gun out of the cyborg's body in the lab.] You had us attacked, you smuggled in a weapon...you brought in an army so you could escape. I don't know why you're doing all this, but did you ever once consider there might be another way? Did you ever once consider talking to me about it?
Roger: No. You've failed me enough for one lifetime.
Fred: Wesley!
Wesley: Fred, get out of here!
Fred: What the hell is going on?
Roger: You know what that vampire is and what he's done, and you follow him anyway?
Wesley: Maybe I know what I'm doing. Why can't you trust that?
Roger: You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can't trust you?
Wesley: I've done everything you ever asked, and I've done it well.
Roger: I asked for this, hmm? I wanted to be humiliated?
Wesley: No, I suppose I don't know what you really wanted. You never had any use for me as a child, and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so? That I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?
Roger: Oh, yes, this is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we'll hug.
Wesley: It's doubtful.
[In the background, there's the sound of helicopters approaching.]
Roger: Hand me that staff.
Wesley: No.
Roger: Now, don't make me shoot you.
Wesley: [Holding the staff over the edge of the roof.] Go ahead.
Roger: Do you know how powerful that thing is?
Wesley: I don't care.
Roger: I will kill you for it. Please believe me.
[The helicopter is hovering over the roof, shining bright white lights on it.]
Wesley: Oh, I believe you. I was raised by you, after all. But I drop this, the crystal shatters, and Angel is restored. So I reckon whether I live or die, your plan has failed.
Roger: I see. Well, then... maybe if it's someone you care about...
[Roger turns his gun towards Fred, but Wesley shoots him without restraint. Wesley walks up to his father's fallen body and stares, upset. Fred looks at him, then at Angel. Wesley stumbles away, dropping his gun as he goes, and bends over behind a roof vent to vomit. Fred looks after him, concerned. When Wesley stands, he hears the buzzing of electronics behind him. He turns to look and sees his father's body fade into the body of a cyborg, shimmering with electricity. Wesley stares at it in disbelief.]

Wesley: Hello. I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian fighting axe when I suddenly thought, "Perhaps Cordelia has had a vision." Perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil.
Angel: We seem to be evil-free at the moment.
Wesley: I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if either of you has the nerve to take me on.
Cordelia: Gee, Wesley, I'd love to... but unlike you, I'm not in my eighties quite yet.
Wesley: If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me... [Cordy's gorgeous friends Serena and Emily enter] ...sick with envy.
Serena: [to Wesley] Hi. I'm Serena. Nice ax.
Wesley: Oh, no, this old thing? [accidentally embeds weapon in wall]

Wesley: How do you expect to find Angelus without Connor?
Faith: The old-fashioned way. Kid's not the only tracker. Something'll turn up. Trail of bodies. A telltale clue.
[sees a big sign that says "Welcome Faith"]
Faith: Maybe a carpet fiber.

Wesley: I am not a sheep!
Cordelia: You are such a sheep. You've never had a single opinion you didn't read in a book.
Wesley: At least I've opened a book.
Cordelia: Oh don't even try with the snooty, Wooly Boy. I was top 10 percent of my class!
Wesley: What class? Advanced bosoms?

Wesley: I can sense it. There is a pattern here... Some force was residing at the Hyperion over the last decades, affecting staff and residents. I just fear there is no real way to...
Cordelia: A Thesulac paranoia demon. Whispers to its victims, feeds on their innate insecurities.
[Wesley stares]
Cordelia [holding out phone]: Angel wants to talk to you.

Wesley: I didn't sleep very well.
Angel: Yeah, and you look like hell. Not the fun one where they burn you with hot pokers for all eternity, but the hard core one. You know, Nixon and Britney Spears.

Wesley: I don't need to hear your evil plans.
Lilah: No, it just turns you on, knowing I have them.
Wesley: Shut up, Lilah.
Lilah: Make me.

Wesley: I even spilled it on her in front of Mr. Fat Chow... Chow.
Cordelia: Chow Yun-Fat!
Angel: What? You met Chow Yun-Fat?