Wesley: Spike!
Angel: Spike.
Harmony: Blondie Bear?

Wesley: The cross obviously doesn't affect me, or our friend the pugilist.
Gunn: Oh, your ass better pray I don't look that word up.

Wesley: The Host reads people's auras to set them on their path, in some shape or form that connects them to the Powers that Be. I'm thinking...
Angel: Sure, he might be able to reverse the process. That he might be able to use Cordelia in order to 'trace the call' back to the Powers.
Lorne: WAY outside my area of expertise, I should caution. But hey, who knew William Shatner could sing? (He laughs, glances at a horribly disfigured Cordelia, and awkwardly stops) Okay. Bad example.

Wesley: The vampire with the soul, once he fulfills his destiny will 'shanshu.' Become human. It's his reward.
Cordelia: Wow! Angel human!
Angel: That'll be nice.

Wesley: There is a line, Lilah. Black and white, good and evil.
Lilah: Funny thing about black and white -- you mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but gray. And I don't see your Texas gal-pal wearing that color. Come to think of it, she prefers black.

Wesley: There's only one way we're going to defeat this Beast. We need Angelus.

Wesley: Time and space. Those are the only solutions in a situation like this. And as long as we understand that, the healing process...
[Cordelia screams in the next room. She comes in holding clothes, ecstatically happy.]
Cordelia: Oh my God! These are gorgeous! You have the most amazing taste, like a gay man's taste and thats saying a lot. I love them so much! [hugs and kisses Angel] Thank you, thank you, you're the best. I have to go try these on. La la la! [Jumping with happiness] New clothes. I have new clothes.
Angel: [To an annoyed Wesley] I got her new clothes.

Wesley: To family.
Angel: To family.
Lorne: As long as it's not mine.

Wesley: Too much trouble conquering a primitive dimension, wasn't it, Jasmine? Or whatever your name is. Must be nice for you that we have satellites to beam your message to the rest of the world.
Jasmine: You're not wrong.

Wesley: We need you.
Faith: Well, uh, hate to wet the paper for you Wes, but I'm kinda unavailable right now. Maybe you wanna check back in a few decades when my parole comes up.
Wesley: You need to know...
Faith: It's Armageddon again. I dig. Last thing you need's me in the mix. Besides, Angel comes shinin' through in the end like he always does.
Wesley: Angel's gone, Faith. Angelus is back.
[long pause]
Faith: Step away from the glass.

Wesley: Well, how is the man supposed to run a business if his employees won't follow directives?
Gunn: Well, was one of his directives, "Hire pansy-ass British guys"?
Wesley: My arse is not pansy.
...
[Later, with the group more inebriated.]
Wesley: Hypocrite!
Cordelia: Ass-pansy!

Wesley: Well, I'm unaware of any red bird statuary in downtown Los Angeles, so unless you are I suggest.. [Harmony pops another bubble] *someone* put a *stake* through that woman's heart if she persists in popping her bloody chewing gum!
Cordelia: Harmony, do me a favor, lose the gum.
Harmony: Okay, okay! Sorry. I thought it would help with the cravings.
[Rips a page out of the book Wesley was looking at earlier and spits her gum into it.]
Harmony: I mean, you'd think I'd get a thank you for not biting any of you.
[Wesley snatches the crumpled page from her.]
Wesley: *What* are you doing!?! This book is twelve centuries old!
Harmony: Okay. So it's not like I messed up a new one.

Wesley: What about my salary? That's fixed too.
Cordelia: What if every time you identified a demon in one of your big old books, we gave you ten bucks? Or a chicken pot pie?
Wesley: Wait, I have another idea -- no. Get a vision!
Cordelia: Well, it's not like you can hit me in the head and wham, it happens!
Wesley: What if we test that theory with one of my big old books?
Angel: Children, stop bickering.

Wesley: When you knew it was more than just a tryst you should have told me.
Gunn: It happened so fast. The thing just grabbed the guy and he was gone.
Wesley: That's.. That's not what I meant.
Gunn: Oh. You mean.. Well. I'm not so sure that's any of your business.
Wesley: No, you're probably right. Still, she could get hurt. I trust that won't happen.
Gunn: What are you, her brother?
Wesley: Apparently..
Gunn: Wesley, I...
Wesley: She chose. It's just important to me that she's taken care of.

Wesley: Why can't you have sex?
Cordelia: Because I could lose my virginity.
Wesley: If you want to play it that way..
Cordelia: VISIONity. The visions. In Pylea the visions were supposed to pass on to Groo if we ever did the royal "com-shuk". How do I know that won't happen here?
Angel: Good point. You really don't.
Wesley: But your recent transformation could have changed all that. It might be possible...
[Angel kicks the table to interrupt]
Angel: Still, you know. Better safe than sorry. You're doing the right thing.
Cordelia: I know. I know. I can't risk it. It's just.. I'm so.. And he's such a.. Don't you think?
[Angel and Wesley start to agree reluctantly]
Cordelia: I mean there's got to be other things we could do to relieve the tension.
Angel: Jogging could be a thing.
Wesley: Or perhaps there's some form of paranormal prophylactic...
Angel: Cause you know, jogging...
Cordelia: I guess we could probably "com" without actually "shuk"ing.
Angel: Well, I don't know. That could be a slippery slope that.. Once you're on that.. That you could.. Slide..