[Darla starts groaning in pain after Cordelia punches her.]
Cordelia: Oh, come on, tough girl. You're a vampire. A punch in the nose shouldn't hurt that much.
Fred: Not aaow her nose. She's having contractions!
[Darla screams]

[Doyle and Cordelia contemplate life without Angel's mission.]
Doyle: I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark in the world.
Cordelia: We had a cat that used to do that. Oh, God! What am I gonna do? I'm good for exactly two things: international superstardom, and helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but colorful résumé.

[Doyle finds a bra in Cordelia's messy living room and holds it up.]
Cordelia: Oh, that is so high school. "Ooh-ooh! Cordelia wears bras! She has girl parts!"

[Doyle is horrified to find Cordelia staying over at Angel's place.]
Doyle: No... no-no-no-no! Angel, man, how could you?
Angel: How could I what?
Doyle: You knew I was crazy about her--and I was wearing her down, too. But no--handsome, brooding, vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead! How about leaving some scraps for the homely-looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?
Angel: Cordelia stayed over because there's something wrong with her place. I was on the sofa.
Doyle: Oh. That's okay, I suppose.

[Doyle is suffering from a severe hangover.]
Doyle: Oh, God... You know what would feel really good right now? One of those mind-numbing, head-cracking visions that I get from time to time... because that would really kill me. What, is there some trick to this?
Cordelia: [takes the aspirin bottle away from Doyle and dispenses three tablets] I think the 'trick' is laying off the ale before you start quoting Angela's Ashes and weeping like a baby-man.
Doyle: Hey, that's a good book.
Cordelia: So I've heard. But I doubt very much that the main characters are Betty and Barney Rubble, as you so vehemently insisted last night. Also? I don't think Oz appreciated being called "my little Bamm-Bamm" all night.

[Doyle just barely manages to slay the vampire menacing Cordelia.]
Doyle: Are you okay?
Cordelia: I'm fine. That was... you were so... brave!
Doyle: You think you could say that again without so much shock in your voice? You're stepping on my moment of manliness here.
Cordelia: I'm sorry. I'm... just...
Doyle: Surprised?
Cordelia: ...Grateful.

[Doyle returns from a dangerous task.]
Cordelia: You're alive!
Doyle: And you're not happy?
Cordelia: We were worried.
Doyle: Oh! Well, it's all gonna be okay n... [Cordelia slaps him] ...What was that for?
Cordelia: Why didn't you tell me you were half demon? I thought we agreed that secrets are bad!
Doyle: I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. I thought if I did, you'd reject me.
Cordelia: I rejected you way before now! So you're half demon! Big whoop!! I can't believe you'd think I'd care about that. I mean, I work for a vampire! Hel-lo?
Doyle: It's true. I just...
Cordelia: What do you think I am, superficial? I mean, you're half demon. That's so far down the list. Way under 'short.' And 'poor.' Is there anything else I should know?
Doyle: The half demon thing? Pretty much my big secret.
Cordelia: Good. That's out. It's done. Would you ask me out for dinner, already?

[Dru is sitting in the chair behind Lindsey's desk, while Darla is sitting on the edge of it.]
Darla: Lindsey. I've missed you. Close the door. [Neither Lindsey nor Lilah move.] Sweetpea, if we wanted you dead, you'd have never have made it out of the wine cellar. Now close the door.
[Lindsey closes the door.]
Drusilla: He's got cow eyes. Big and black. Moo...
Lindsey: [moves over to Darla] You spared me. Why'd you spare me, Darla?
Darla: Do you really have to ask? [She leans in close to smell him] Hmm. I'm in love with you.
[They look at each other for a few moments, then Darla burst out laughing. Lindsey jerks his head a little. Dru and Lilah join Darla's laughter.]
Darla: Shut up, Lilah.
Drusilla: Shh!
Darla: Well, look at you two, such pretty scars.
Lindsey: You've put us in a difficult position, Darla.
Darla: Hmm, have I? Smart young lawyers, [runs a hand up Lindsey's arm] hungry for their big break and whoops boss gets eaten. Someone has to step in. Someone promising, pretty, with questionable ethics and twelve-hundred dollar suits that look good on the six o'clock news.
Lilah: You think they'll promote him?
Darla: [to Lilah] Or you. In any case, that's why you're here. I've decided to keep the line of communication open between us and Wolfram and Hart.
Lindsey: What for?
Darla: I believe we can help each other.
Lindsey: I don't think I understand. What is it exactly that you want, Darla?
Darla: Power. See, Lindsey, during my stint as Wolfram and Hart's puppet, something occurred to me. I loathe being used. If I recall I sent you a fifteen-body-memo to that effect. We plan on being big players in this town, Dru and I. And while you can't give me what I want, you have the things I need to get it. Money. Connections.
Lilah: We're no good to you dead, Darla. The Senior Partners are looking for someone to blame for your massacre.
Darla: But surely they wouldn't kill both of you. Seems like such a waste. Well, I guess, whoever's left standing will be our liaison.
Lindsey: Liaison to what?
Darla: To the world above of course. In the meantime, we'll focus on the world below.
Lindsey: This power that you want does it have a target? You going after Angel?
Darla: Don't say that! Not everything is about Angel, Lindsey. I just want to have some fun.
Lindsey: Well, you see, I'm surprised. Because I thought that you would make him your top priority.
Darla: I spent two-hundred and fifty years without Angel. You think just because I went through a little human phase I'd go all gooey?
Lindsey: No. No, I thought you'd kill him.
Darla: All in good time, my love. All in good time.

[Drusilla prepares a sleeping Darla for her rebirth as a vampire.]
Drusilla: [sings] Run and catch, run and catch, the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.

[Faith goes to the side of a woman who's nearly passed out on a couch.]
Faith: Hey, I'm gonna get you out of here.
[Wesley picks up a hypodermic syringe from the floor.]
Wesley: Faith...
Faith: Can you walk?
Girl: No, but I can fly.
Faith: What did they do to her?
Wesley: She did it to herself. They shoot up, the vampires feed, use 'em like a filter. I've read the effects can be quite intoxicating...for both of them.
Girl: [to Faith] Hey, you're pretty. You wanna make out?
[Faith grabs the girl by the collar and pushes her roughly against the wall.]
Faith: There was a vampire in here earlier. Tall, dark hair... [the girl's eyes drift, but Faith grabs her face] Listen!
Girl: OK. God! What's your issue?
Faith: Tall, dark hair, talking to himself.
Girl: Let go!
[Faith punches the girl in the face.]
Faith': Did you see him?
Girl: No, I didn't. Stop it, you're hurting me!
[Faith looks at the girl, gets a disturbed look on her face, and lets the girl go.]
Faith: She doesn't know anything.
Wesley: Maybe not.
[Wesley takes out a knife and stabs the girl in the shoulder, making her gasp in pain.]
Faith: What are you doing, Wes?
Wesley: [to Faith] Shut up! [to the girl] The tracks on your arms--you've been here, what, two or three days straight? [twists the knife] Answer me!
Girl: Yeah, God, stop! Yes four...four days.
Wesley: Then you must've seen the vampire we're looking for.
Girl: Angelus, I saw him. He, uh...
Wesley: Where is he?
Girl: I don't know. [Wesley punches her] I don't know! Please stop!
Wesley: They said he was talking to himself. What was he saying?
Girl: I don't know. It was...it was like he was talking to someone else. It was all rain of fire a-and pulling strings and a soul. That's all I heard. Please stop. It hurts.
[Wesley pulls the knife out of the girl. Faith runs to the girl's side.]
Faith: Have you totally lost it?
Wesley: I avoided the main arteries. She'll live, if that's what you call this.

[Faith has Wesley gagged and tied to a chair.]
Faith: We've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, hot, cold, and loud.

[Faith throws herself against Angel screaming.]
Faith: I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad!
[She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking him.]
Faith: I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it.
[Wesley comes running out of the apartment building.]
Faith:Angel please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
[Angel wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against him. She over balances them and they sink to their knees, Angel still holding her as she cries.]
Angel: Shh. It's all right. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. Shh.
[The camera shows the knife dropping from Wesley's hand as he stands in the pouring rain, staring at them, while Faith cries and thunder rumbles overhead.]

[First lines]
Drusilla: Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?
William: I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?
Drusilla: Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.
William: Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang
[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]
Drusilla: Look what I made. It's called Willy.
William: William.
Drusilla: [smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.
Angelus: Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.
Drusilla: Oh. Poor Angelus.
Angelus: Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.
Drusilla: You're not cross with me, are you?
Angelus: Cross?
[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]
Angelus: Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?
[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]
William: Touch me again--
Angelus: Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle] to share the slaughter of innocents... with another man. [turns his hand over so the palm is in the light now; looks admiringly at it as it smokes] Don't think that makes me some kind of a deviant, hmm? [pulls his hand back close to his face] Do you?
[Staring at Angelus, William sticks his own hand in the light, voluntarily this time.]
Angelus: [laughs, slaps William on the shoulder affectionately] I like this one! You and me, we're gonna be the best of friends.
[Angelus and William laugh together.]

[Flashback: Virginia Colony, 1609. The sun is shining on Darla as she is lying in bed. There are two veiled sisters standing at the foot of her bed watching as a doctor takes a leech from her arm.]
Darla: Someone close the shutters. [One of the sisters does so.] Seems wrong that I should die while the sun is still so bright.
[A hooded priest enters the room.]
Priest: You'll not see it again. Before it sets, you will have left this life.
Darla: I didn't ask for a priest. Who invited him here?
Priest: You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium.
Darla: I don't remember. Do you even know what I am?
Priest: A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are.
Darla: I'm a whore.
Priest: Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.
Darla: And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.
Priest: Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?
Darla: God never did anything for me.
Priest: [to the others] Leave us.
[The two sisters leave.]
Priest: [To the doctor still sitting at her bedside] You can't save her life - perhaps I can still save her soul.
[The doctor gets up and leaves.]
Darla: My soul is well past saving. Let the devil take me if he'll have me. It doesn't matter. Either way, I die.
Priest: No... [The priest steps closer and pulls his hood back to reveal - The Master] ...you will not die. [Darla looks up at his inhuman face without flinching.] You will be reborn.
Darla: I know you.
[The Master leans down and takes one of Darla's hands in his.]
Master: I came to you last night. I sang to you from that window.
Darla: Hmm, I remember now. You're death?
Master: No.
Darla: What then?
Master: I'm your savior. God never did anything for you - but I will.
[With that he leans down and sinks his fangs into her neck.]

[following Illyria]
Lorne: I repeat, bluebird got wise. Secret Demon's cover is blown. Over. Hel-hello?! Is this on? Hey, Leery, now, when did you catch on to me? In the elevator? That was a tough one.