Wesley: You changed the world.
Angel: He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
Wesley: Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
Angel: What?
Wesley: Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to...her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
Angel: No. Wes... I can explain. Just put that down.
Wesley: Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
Angel: No. It won't bring her back.
Wesley: Let's find out.
[He motions like he's going to throw the glass cube to the ground.]
Angel: No! Please. You have to trust me.
Wesley: I can't. Not anymore.
[Wesley slams the glass cube into the ground. As it shatters, the cube releases an explosion of bright yellow light, sending everyone in the room back from the blast. The force of the magic knocked everyone to the ground. Wesley, his past memories now available to him, stares at Angel in shock and dismay. Angel sees Wesley reacting to those memories, and remembers his son is nearby as well.]

Wesley: You've got to make it tight.
Cordelia: Aghh, like I need instructions from you. My glamorous L.A. life--I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed! I gotta join a union.
Angel: Cordelia, I, I think that's tight enough.
Cordelia: And if it turns out that we're back on the liquid lunch? Better safe than cocktails.

White Room Girl: Hello. Angel. Lilah. (to Lilah) Your fingernails are pretty. I love red. (to Angel) You have a taste for red too... and revenge. I know. It's so much more fun than forgiveness. So what's up?
Angel: A demon named Sahjhan has taken my son.
White Room Girl: (condescendingly) Aww, do you want your little baby back? (Lilah holds Angel back) Baby's gone. You want Sahjhan. Nowadays you can walk right through them, but in the past they were something else. They were all about torture and death. You can relate. Well, they caused a lot of trouble. Don't get me wrong. I like trouble. But I don't like chaos. So we changed them.
Angel: You made them immaterial.
White Room Girl: Smart boy. Now they watch, and they can no longer touch.
Angel: How do you capture them?
White Room Girl: Well, there's your special urn. They're expensive and hard to come by, but quite effective. But you don't want his essence in a jar. You want something you can sink your teeth into. You know these things always come with a price. (viciously) Kill her. (Angel reaches to snap Lilah's neck. The little girl giggles and smiles) That's good for now. (Lilah sighs with relief) I can see why they respect you. Now as to your demon made flesh. It's a big ritual, all here (holds out a paper which transports into Angel's hand)
White Room Girl: (smirking) Can't wait to see how it turns out.

Willow: Okay, we are clear on the fact that Harmony's a vampire, right?
Cordelia: Ohhh! Harmony's a vampire! That's why she- Oh my God, I'm so embarrassed. All this time I thought she was a great big lesbo. [Pauses, most likely listening to Willow's news that she is in a relationship with a girl] Oh... good for you then.

Willow: You must be Angel's handsome yet androgynous son.
Connor: It's Connor.
Willow: And the sneer's genetic, who knew?

Woman in alley: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was going to kill me!
Spike: Well, what did you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood - I've got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit.
Woman in alley: What?
Spike: I mean honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps and break your bloody ankle.
Woman in alley: [annoyed] I was just trying to get home.
Spike: Well, get a cab, you moron, and on the way, if a stranger offers you candy, don't get in the van!

(Connor enters the motel room, carrying a newspaper and junk food from the now broken vending machine.)
Connor: I found food in a big metal box outside. - Dad?
Holtz: Oh, good boy. You got it. Now. Let's have a look at the date. (Stares at the paper mutely for a moment) Days. We've been gone only days.

[A bomb is about to go off. Wesley orders an evacuation. Spike starts running]
Spike: Wait. What the hell am I worried about?

[A deeply depressed Doyle sits alone in the outer office.]
Cordelia: Well, someone has to go out there and cheer him up. [Angel reluctantly stands] Oh, please. Someone with a heartbeat? [walks over to sofa] Hi, Doyle! Are you gonna become loser pining guy, like, full time now? 'Cause, you know, we already have one of those around the office.
Angel: Hey!
Doyle: Hey!
Cordelia: He can get away with it. He's tall, and... and look at the way clothes hang on him! But you...
Angel: Okay, I think you've cheered us up enough.
Cordelia: You can't live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day. Did I mention letting it go?
Doyle: Twice.
Cordelia: [sits beside Doyle] You're gonna get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.
Doyle: ...You think I'm a nice guy?
Cordelia: I think it, I say it. It's my way.

[A fight is taking place between a green demon and a vampire, ringed by a crowd of demons watching and cheering. The demon dances around the vampire, hitting him. Finally grabs the vampire in a choke-hold. The vampire slaps the floor with his hand and the demon releases him. Rhythmic clapping interrupts the cheers for the winner. The crowd parts to reveal Darla, followed by Dru walking into the middle of the circle.]
Darla: Wow. That was something. But violence without victims, see, that's where you lose me.
Demon: Who the hell are you?
Darla: My name's Darla and this is Drusilla. We're new in town though some of you know us by reputation.
Demon: I never heard of you before.
[Drusilla reaches up from behind him and casually rips off his ears. The demon drops to the floor with a scream, hands pressed to the sides of his head.]
Darla: Now you never will. I trust we have everyone's attention? Good. We've come with a little proposition.
[From under the shadow of the hood of his gray sweatshirt a vamp-faced Angel glances over the shoulders of the demons in front of him at Darla.]'
Darla: Me and my girl, we're not just the new thing in town, we're the only thing in town. And we're in the market for some... Well, one doesn't really want to use the term 'muscular slaves...' Actually, one does. Unfortunately for most, we're only looking for the best. Those creatures who not only excel at devastation, but revel in it. Our crusade is one of malevolent joy.
[Angel moves through the demon crowd, head down. Dru gasps as he slips past the demons standing behind her.]
Drusilla: Eyes like needles.
Darla: Dru, I'm working here?
Drusilla: He sees you. Sees what you were. [Gasps and takes a step closer to Darla.] You'll never be alone again.
Darla: Stop! J-just don't.
Drusilla: He's watching you, my sweet, right now.
[Darla spins around and looks at the crowd of demons.]
Darla: Angel.
[Darla pushes into the crowd.]
Drusilla: He wants to punish us. He thinks we've been naughty. He remembers when you were warm.
Darla: Shut up, Drusilla!
[Drusilla turns away and Darla gives herself a little shake.]
Darla: Now, as I was saying, if you think you have what it takes to join us, auditions are tonight, here... [pulls a business card out of her cleavage] at this address. Winners will have the opportunity to foment mass-destruction, losers will be gutted and left for dead. Have a nice night. [Grabs a hold of Drusilla's arm and hustles her towards the door.] Come on.

[A filthy Angel grabs the sides of her face from behind.]
Angel: You're so warm. You just fed.
Darla: You found me.
Angel: You can never resist a religious war and you always talked about China. I just followed the bodies. You never used to be so careless.
Darla: Maybe I wanted to be found.
Angel: Spike and Dru?
Darla: They're here. Probably out in the riots. Maybe starting a new one.
[Angel lets go of her and she spins around, pushes him up against the wall, holding a knife against his throat.]
Darla: I should kill you right now.
Angel: Go ahead.
Darla: Is that why you've come all this way? Too much of a coward to end your own existence, you want me to do it for you? Release that filthy soul?
Angel: If you'd like.
Darla: I can still smell it, you know. And that's not all. You reek of vermin! Is that what you've been living off of?
Angel: [grabs her hand] Come on, huh? This should be nothing for you. Go ahead, Darla. Make sure you cut clear to the bone. Put the blade in the wall. Hmm?
[Darla stares at him for a moment then pulls away from him. She turns away.]
Darla: What do you want?
Angel: A second chance.
Darla: What?
Angel: I want things to be like they were. You and me together Darla. - I miss the view.
Darla: That's impossible.
Angel: It's not impossible.
Darla: You still have a soul.
Angel: I'm still a vampire.
Darla: You're not. Look at you. I don't know what you are anymore.
Angel: You know what I am. You made me. Darla. I'm Angelus.
Darla: Not anymore.
Angel: I can be again. Just give me a chance to prove it to you.
Darla: You almost made me believe you.
Angel: Believe it. We can have the whirlwind back.
Darla: We can do this.
Angel: Yes, we can.
Darla: We can do anything.
Angel: Anything we like.
[They kiss.]

[A guard flies through the door and lands in a heap.]
Shaman: Must acquire better guards.

[A haggard and very unhappy-looking Wesley sits at his desk in the dark staring straight ahead. Illyria stands nearby.]
Illyria: You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
Wesley: Yes.
Illyria: Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
Wesley: At least I know what happened.
Illyria: Do you? There are two sets of memories--those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
Wesley: Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
Illyria: To hide from the truth?
Wesley: To endure it.

[A security guard is blocking the only way backstage at the ballet.]
Cordelia: You want I should distract him? Make with the nice-nice while you slip by?
Angel: Don't be stupid. I'm that guy and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen is making eyes at me? It's either a bachelor party or a scam.
Cordelia: What did you just call me?
Angel: I'm sorry. You're not stupid.
Cordelia: No. After that.
Angel: I think I'll just have to go with my patented sudden burst of violence.
Cordelia: Hey, hold on. I think I might have an approach that is a little more subtle.
[A smiling Cordelia approaches the guard.]
Cordelia: Hey! Do you like bribes?
Guard: Do I ever.
[Cordelia holds up a $20.]
Cordelia: Well, we really want to go backstage.
Guard: Yeah, okay, but this isn't so much a bribe as it is a tip, and since I'm not parking your car, there's really no way--
[Angel punches guard in the face.]
Angel: Okay, that's how we do it.

[A spell has transformed Angel into a puppet.]
Fred: Oh, my God! Angel, you're... cute!
Puppet Angel: Fred, don't...
Fred: But the little hands! And the hair! [strokes his hair]
Puppet Angel: Hey! You're fired.