[Angelus and William have just discovered a limp and disheveled Darla lying naked, face-down in bed.]
Angelus: Darla. Darla! Darla! What have they done? My sweet death.
Darla: Angelus. You're back.
Angelus: I'd claw my way back from the depths of hell to lay by your side.
[Pulls her into his arms for a kiss, but recoils, drops her, stands and wipes his mouth.]
Angelus: He's tasted you.
William: Who?
Angelus: Who do ya think?
William the Bloody: Well, that cheeky bastard. Had us tossed and then violates your woman.
Angelus: Did he hurt you?
Darla: Not until I asked him to. Oh, come on. Have you seen him? With the eyes and the chest and the... immortality.
William the Bloody: We're immortal.
Darla: Not like him. I mean, he's not some common vampire. He's... I don't know what he is. A giant. A titan straddling good and evil, serving no master but his own considerable desires.
Angelus: Darla...
Darla: And spiritual. Did you know he spent 150 years in a Tibetan monastery? Which I guess explains all the desire.
Angelus: He's my arch-nemesis.
Darla: Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication.
William the Bloody: She's glowing, mate.
Angelus: She isn't.
Darla: Little bit.
William the Bloody: Best fit you for a pair of antlers. Been made the right cuckold, you have.
Drusilla: Time for another pony ride?
William the Bloody: Son of a bitch!
Angelus: The both of ya?
Darla: He's insatiable.
William the Bloody: Drusilla, you--you let him touch you?
Drusilla: He felt like sunshine.
William the Bloody: Uh, no. No.
Angelus: That's why he had us tossed. So he could violate...
Darla: He didn't...
Angelus: Violate our women!
William the Bloody: Violate in succession!
Darla: Concurrently.
Angelus: Concurrently? You never let us do that!
Darla: Come on, Dru. Let's have a bath so the boys can weep in private.
Drusilla: Will you hold me under the water?
Darla: If you wish.
[The women walk into the next room giggling.]
Angelus: Rrrrarrgh! [throws a vase against the wall, shattering it] This is a slight that will not go unmet.
William the Bloody: Death's too quick.
Angelus: Not all deaths are quick.
William the Bloody: What do you have in mind?
Angelus: I think it's time The Immortal found out exactly who he's dealing with. I think it's time for blood vengeance.

[Angelus throws William into the wall, squeezing his neck.]
William: Don't touch her!
Angelus: Little late for that, Willy. And I really don't like it when you raise your voice to me.
Drusilla: William, don't play such a sad tune. [reclines seductively] Give us a kiss, then.
William: Why did you...? You knew. You knew she was mine.
Angelus: Did I?
William: You knew bloody well!
[He wrenches himself free of Angelus's grasp and punches him. He charges Angelus who then easily deflects him and pushes him to the floor.]
Angelus: Just don't get it now, do you?
[Angelus picks William up by the lapels, throwing him onto the couch, and pushes the corpses off the couch to sit beside him.]
Angelus: Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours. [Drusilla walks out into the doorway.] Not even her.
William: You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and me.
Drusilla: [clasps her hands over her heart] Are we?
Angelus: Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willy?
William: William.
Angelus: Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror. [pats William's knee, stand, goes to stand behind Drusilla] Tell you what... William. If you want her... [slips his hands around Drusilla's body, below the waist] ...come and take her.
[Drusilla holds her hands out, beckoning William. William charges Angelus angrily.]

[Anne has just received a large donation of money from Angel, some of which is stained]
Anne: What's this?
Angel: Blood.
[beat]
Anne: It'll wash.

[As Angel and the Groosalugg battle, Cordelia steps between them]
Cordelia: Stop! I love him!
Angel: You love me?
Cordelia: Not you, dumb-ass! Him!
Angel: [quietly] I mean, as a friend, and co-worker...

[As the demon leaders demand a sacrifice, Harmony burts in and stakes Tamika]
Harmony: Oops. I didn't mean to do that yet.
Vinji Leader: I'm good.
Sahvrin Leader: Works for me.
[both leaders sit down satisfied while Angel is so furious he's speechless]

[Borsa, Romania 1898. Darla follows a blindfolded Angelus into a house.]
Angelus: Can I take off this blindfold yet?
Darla: No.
Angelus: [grabs Darla around the waist] Can I take off something else?
Darla: After I give you your present. [They kiss] You can never have enough of those. Come on.
[She leads him into another room, then takes his blindfold off. A gagged girl lies in front of a fireplace.]
Darla: Happy birthday, Angelus.
Angelus: She is a gypsy.
Darla: I looked everywhere.
Angelus: What would I do without you?
Darla: Wither and die. [They kiss] She is not just for you. I get to watch.
[Angelus goes and leans down over the girl. He pushes her skirt up while she squirms, then vamps out and bites her thigh while Darla watches.]

[Buffy has issues with Angel's take-it-slow approach to his newly restored humanity.]
Buffy: You know, it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about ten zillion times... because today would have been a real let-down.

[Buffy visits Angel.]
Doyle: So, that's the Slayer.
Cordelia: That's our little Buffy.
Doyle: Well, she seemed a little...
Cordelia: Bulgarian in that outfit?
Doyle: Naw, I was gonna say 'hurt'.
Cordelia: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.

[Connor has just decapitated Sahjahn.]
Angel: Connor?
Connor: Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard-core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky.
Angel: Are you OK?
Connor: Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know?
Angel: Connor... uh...
Connor: Hey, can we... get outta here? I'd like to go back... see my parents. This whole fighting thing, I'm not... I'm not really sure it's for me.

[Connor kneels down to untie the bound hands of the virgin girl he's holding captive. Darla stands nearby.]
Connor: Shhhhh. Shhh. It's okay.
Darla: You're all right now. Everything's going to be all right.
Cordelia: What are you doing?
Connor: [frozen] Nothing. I, uh...
Cordelia: It's time. Take her in the other room.
Darla: Listen to your heart.
Connor: [to Cordelia] She didn't do anything. We should let her go.
Cordelia: No we shouldn't. We need her, Connor. Our baby...
Connor: Shouldn't be anointed with innocent blood.
Cordelia: Anointed? Who's been filling your head with big, confusing words?
Connor: Just been thinking about it.
Cordelia: Or, maybe... a little birdie's been pecking at you behind my back.
Darla: [to Connor] She'll lie to you.
Cordelia: You know how much they love to use the magic, Connor. A spell for this, a spell for that.
Darla: Close her out, baby.
Cordelia: Whatever you're hearing, whatever you think you're seeing...it's a trick.
Darla: Don't let her in.
Cordelia: It's Angel.
Darla: No.
Cordelia: Trying to turn you against me with a cheap vision of... [looks to where Darla's standing] ...Darla?
Connor: [to Cordelia] You can see her?
Cordelia: I see the lies.
Darla: Connor, listen to me.
Cordelia: It's not her.
Darla: You have to let her go.
Cordelia: It's your father. This is how much he hates you.
Darla: I love you. Please.
Cordelia: Torturing you with this sad imitation of your dead mother.
Darla: [crying] Don't let her do this.
Cordelia: Are you going to let them do this to us? Are you going to let them kill our baby?
Darla: [desperate] Connor, listen to me...
Connor: [yelling, crying] You are not my mother!
[Darla looks on horrified as Connor grabs the virgin girl by her bound hands and drags her into the other room.]
Girl: [weeping] No!
[Connor puts virgin girl on the ground in the center of the circle where Cordelia was chanting before. The girl looks up to see Cordelia swinging a huge butcher's knife at her head. When the girl looks up at Connor, she has Darla's face now.]
Darla: Please, don't do this Connor. Don't--
[Connor just stands there, watching Cordelia murder this girl, listening to the sounds of blood spattering as Cordelia makes the killing blow. The girl collapses in the middle of the circle.]
Cordelia: There. That wasn't so hard, was it?

[Connor walks up to the cage where Angelus is sitting on the floor in a dark corner. Connor just glares at Angelus.]
Connor: Everyone's afraid of you.
Angelus: Is that my shirt?
Connor: Not anymore.
Angelus: Looks good on you, son.
Connor: [smirks] So did Cordy.
Angelus: She looks good on everybody.
Connor: Angel warned me about you. Said I should remember you're not my real father.
Angelus: Yeah, that was a nice speech. Touching. I think it ended with you promising to kill me.
Connor: I remember.
Angelus: Kind of unnecessary, don't you think? I mean, with your track-record, I'll be staking myself by the end of the day.
Connor: It's fine by me.
Angelus: Darla felt the same way. It made her sick, you squirming inside her. So, she jammed a stake in her own heart, just so she wouldn't have to hear your first whiny breath.
Connor: You don't know anything.
Angelus: Then there was Holtz. It disappointed him so much that he stabbed himself in the neck.
Connor: My fa...Holtz was a good man. All he ever wanted was for you to get the punishment you deserve. And you will.
Angelus: When you think about it, the first woman you boned is the closest thing you've ever had to a mother. (gasps) Screwing your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hmm...there should be a play.
Connor: You think I care what you say? Angel told me how you'd try to hurt me, how you aren't my real dad, just some animal in a cage. Angel's my dad.
Angelus: I'm gonna cry.
Connor: That's what he told me. And he thought I believed him. The truth is, Angel's just something that you're forced to wear. You're my real father.

[Cordelia and Doyle are waiting to ask Angel (again) to charge for their cases.]
Cordelia: We have to stand up to him.
Doyle: Yeah, we're standing up. [They stand up.]
Cordelia: We'll just wait until he has his coffee. [Angel enters.]
Angel: Good morning.
Cordelia: Morning.
Doyle: Morning. [Angel pours himself a cup of coffee, sips, and makes a disgusted face.]
Angel: Ehhh. What is this?
Cordelia: Last week's coffee. Think of it as espresso.
Angel: [supresses gag] I think my esophagus is melting.

[Cordelia and Wesley try to clean up the long-deserted Hyperion Hotel.]
Cordelia: Oh, this place is never gonna get clean.
Wesley: Buck up. It's just a little dust.
Cordelia: Oh, this isn't mere dust. This is "Son of Dust". This is the kind of dust that spawns countless generations of little baby dust. I give up.
Wesley: I suppose will just have to move our offices back into your apartment, then.
Cordelia: And, I'm dusting.

[Cordelia checks a lead on an on-line demon database.]
Cordelia: There are some ugly critters in here. Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know, like archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. I was just joking, Mister Grouchy-Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?
Wesley: For your information, I lead a rich and varied social life.
Cordelia: Oh, I know. Every night it's Jeopardy, followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out, girls, this one can't be tamed!

[Cordelia enters the office after her audition.)
Angel: Hi. [she doesn't answer and he looks at her more closely] Everything okay? [in one smooth motion, she puts down her bag, reaches for him and kisses him] Hmm. Hmp. Mmghmm! [he puts his hands on her shoulders, gingerly pushing to get her off, trying not to offend her) Okay, uh... Cordelia, that was, uh... I, I think that you're acting out of grief, and you're confusing our... friendship... for something more...
Cordelia: I didn't feel anything. Did you feel anything?
Angel: No! You see, that's what I'm trying...
Cordelia: Urgh! That means I still have it. Damn! I can't believe he did this to me.
Angel: Who did what?
Cordelia: Doyle! I thought our kiss meant something. Instead, he used that moment to pass it on to me. Why couldn't it be mono or herpes?
Angel: [rubs his mouth] Cordelia...
Cordelia: I didn't ask for this responsibility, unlike some people, who shall remain lifeless. I don't have anything to atone for. If they know what's good for them, the PTB better just stay out of my head.
Angel: ...Powers That Be... you had a vision?!
Cordelia: Boy, howdy! And you know how they look painful? Well, they feel a whole lot worse.
Angel: [sits as understanding washes though him] "Another door opens." You're my link to the Powers now.
Cordelia: I am nobody's link to anybody. I lost control of my entire central nervous system getting that stupid vision. And I'm not certain, but I might have... drooled... a little in my audition, the first one I've had in weeks.
Angel: What was it?
Cordelia: Oh, uh, StainBeGone. It was a national, no less. They'll probably never call me again...
Angel: [snapping fingers] The vision. What was the vision?
Cordelia: Oh, who cares? It was a thing.
Angel: A thing?
Cordelia: An ugly, grey, blobby, thing. What difference does it make?
Angel: The difference is, if you saw it in a vision, this could be an ugly, grey, blobby, dangerous thing.
Cordelia: I don't care! I want it out of me. And if kissing is the only way to get rid of it, I will smooch every damn frog in this kingdom. [enter their current client, demon Barney, from the rest room, drying his hands]
Barney: Sorry, I thought I heard voices...
Angel: Uh, Barney, you remember my associate, Cor... [Cordelia kisses Barney] ...delia?
Cordelia: [rubs her mouth] Well, maybe not every frog.
Barney: Boy, I gotta say, I like the way you people treat your clients!