[Incorporeal Spike walks through a gray wall to follow Angel.]
Spike: Running away again.
Angel turns around and keeps walking, Spike not too far behind.
Spike: Nice new M.O. I can see why heros like you get rewarded with the shiny new glass and chrome. Why didn't I think of that?
Angel: [Still walking] I'm not responsible for what happened to you.
Harmony: Angel it's almost 3:00 you have a meeting...
Angel: [interrupting with a hand out and still walking] Not now, Harmony.
Spike: And here you've even managed to get my ex-tumble, the littlest vampire, fetching coffee for you. Nice perks for the sell-out.
Angel: [Stops walking but still not facing Spike] A little tip, Spike. Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
Spike: [walks in front of Angel] I'm not the prat here. I know you Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.
Angel: Not gonna happen. [Moves to walk away again]
Spike: What? You think you're in control here? Guess again, mate. You're no more in control than I am. Except I'm not going to bloody stand for it while you're just a blind...Groxlar Beast.
Angel: What?
[Spikes stares behind Angel. Angel sees the Groxlar walking out of the elevator. He fights it. During the fight Spike punches the Groxlar's head but his arm goes through it.]
Spike: Oh, brilliant.
[The fight continues and Angel kills the beast.]
Angel: [sighs] Okay. Somebody want to tell me how a Groxlar Beast got past security? I don't have time for this.
Spike: 'Course not. Man's gotta stay focused on profit margins and power lunches.
Harmony: Angel...
Angel: Yeah, Spike. I got a business to run. That means responsibilities, appointments to keep.
Harmony: [Pointing at the fallen Groxlar] That was your 3:00
Angel: That...
[Spike laughs.]
Angel: I'm meeting with Groxlars? They eat babies!
Harmony: Just their heads. You were supposed to open negotations with this clan.
Angel: Negotations for what?
Gunn: [Walking in wearing a suit and briefcase in hand] Get them to stop eating baby heads.
Angel: Oh, so that's good. [looking down at the Groxlar] So this...this is bad.
Gunn: No, actually the Groxlar Clan respects someone who takes a strong opening position. Wolfram and Hart didn't just jack me up with the human laws, also demons laws from every demension. Probably should have briefed you about the Groxlar, but [looks at Spike] we got a little... sidetracked.

[Jeeves releases the stakes and they hurtle towards Angel.]
Darla: Noooooooooooooooo!
[She squirms, her eyes closed. She opens them to see Angel in front of her, once again fully dressed but panting, hunched over, barely able to stand.]
Darla: Angel!
Jeeves: Congratulations. You've passed the third test by accepting death. I'm told no one's ever gone that far before in terms of sacrifice. Kudos.
Angel: Pay up.
Jeeves: Of course. [To Darla] You're a lucky woman, and soon you'll have your whole life ahead. Use it wisely.
Angel: Hey, Jeeves, unless this fortune cookie crap is some new kind of torture, what you say we get on with it, huh?"
Jeeves: This way, miss.
[He puts his hands on the sides of her head and they both close their eyes as Angel tries to straighten up so he can get a better view. Jeeves opens his eyes and lets his hands drop.]
Jeeves: Oh!
Darla: What?
Angel: What is it?
Jeeves: This is very embarrassing.
Angel: What is?
Jeeves: Not to mention unprecedented. She's...she's been given new life once before by supernatural means, yes?"
Darla: They brought me back.
Angel: What are you saying?
Jeeves: I can't help you.
Angel: We had a bargain. She's earned a second chance.
Jeeves: She's living her second chance. [The wall shivers and a set of stairs leading up appears.] But you played the game magnificently. [Angel gives him a dark look and Jeeves adjusts his cuffs.] Perhaps you should have told us that she was brought to life before this all started. I truly am sorry, sir. The fact of the matter is... [Steps back and dissolves ...there is nothing I can do.
[Angel doesn't move.]
Darla: Angel...
[Angel reacts angrily.]

[Karaoke is Angel's only clue about the potential world-destroyer.]
Angel: Seventeen karaoke bars... you know, I need to lie down and scrub out the inside of my head.

[Kate checks police archives for past murders in Cordelia's apartment.]
Kate: Now you're talking like a detective.
Angel: I am a detective.
Kate: Well, you see, the thing about detectives is, they have résumés. And business licenses. And last names. Pop stars and popes -- those are the one-name guys.
Angel: You got me. I'm a pope.

[last lines]
Wesley: [about Faith] I hope she's strong enough to make it... Peace is not an easy thing to find.
Angel: She has a chance.
[Faith sits in her jail cell]

[Last lines]
Wesley: Hello, Mom, it's me. No, everything's fine. I was hoping to speak with Father, actually. Yes, all right. Hello, father, how are... oh, I didn't realize it was so early there. I've had a bit of a... Of course we have clocks in Los Angeles. Listen, I wanted to... Nothing's wrong. I just... wanted to call... and...see how you were.

[lengthy fight between Angel and robed men]
Villager: What happened?
Angel: Demon monks. Shoulda gone to Vegas.

[Liam brawls with manic abandon.]
Darla: Who is he?
Bar maid: Who, that one?
Darla: Yes. He's magnificent.
Bar maid: Ooh yah, God's gift, all right.
Darla: Really! I've never known God to be so generous.
Bar maid: Oh, his lies sound pretty when the stars are out, but he forgets every promise he's made when the sun comes up again.
Darla: That wouldn't really be a problem for me, actually.

[Lilah has just arrived at Wesley's apartment with a present.]
Wesley: Well, look, a bribe. How thoughtful. Oh, wait, can't be a bribe. Must be a setup.

[Lilah is sitting on Wesley's table, dressed up as Fred.]
Lilah, as Fred: Forget about that evil witch. Let's talk about me. I'm good, and pure, and science turns me on, and one day, if I pray hard enough and eat all my vegetables, I just might have hips!
Wesley: Are you finished?
Lilah: Did it turn you on? Watching her up there in front of all those braniacs knowing she was the smartest one in the room?
Wesley: Her theories deserve attention.
Lilah: Just her theories? I saw the way you looked at her. Oh, come on. Do you think I care about your little crush? Moon all you want of the Texas twig 'cause I know whose bed you'll be crawling into at the end of the day. Or the middle of it.
Wesley: You think you know me?
Lilah: Better than she ever will.

[Lilah sneaks into Lindsey's dark office at Wolfram & Hart and starts to look through the papers on his desk.]
Darla: Exciting, isn't it?
[Lilah jumps and drops the papers she was holding.]
Lilah: Darla. I didn't see you.
Darla: Going through their things, all the little pieces of themselves locked away, given you a naughty little thrill of control.
Lilah: I just like to keep abreast of his latest project. He's probably in my office right now trying to find out about mine. That's just how it works at our firm.
[Darla sits on the edge of Lindsey's desk and pours some dark blue powder into the palm of her left hand.]
Darla: Hmm, all you busy little worker bees, plotting your little schemes.
Lilah: Calynthia powder? Is that how you keep Angel sleeping when he's with you?
Darla: There is nothing so lovely as dreams. Everything is in them, everything hidden. Open those chambers and you can truly understand someone and control them.
Lilah: And what's hidden in Angel's secret chambers?
Darla: Horrors.

[Lilah, Holland and Lindsey are entering the vault where the box from the ritual is stored. Lindsey's right arm is in a sling.]
Holland: The senior partners were very impressed with your sacrifice.
[Lindsey looks at him.]
Holland: Trust me, we'll even the score with them.
Lindsey: Yes, we will.
Holland: Beginning with what's in that box.
[Lilah leans to look in through the bars running along the top of the box.]
Lilah: We're all very pleased you're here. I know it's a bit confusing, but it's gonna be better soon. A lot better...
[Camera pans to show a naked woman crouched in one corner of the box, shaking in terror.]
Lilah:...Darla.
Season 2

[Lilah, reanimated due to a clause in her contract, looks on as Wesley rifles through Wolfram & Hart files.]
Lilah: What are you doing, Wesley?
Wesley: [takes a piece of paper out of the files] Standard in Perpetuity clause.
Lilah: You broke in here for my contract?
Wesley: I'm here to release you from it.
Lilah: Wesley...
Wesley: You've suffered enough! [he lights the paper on fire] I want you to find some peace.
Lilah: Gallant to the end... but I knew what I signed up for.
Wesley: It's done.
Lilah: Look in the drawer. [Wesley finds the same piece of paper in the file cabinet again, unscorched] Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything. But it means something that you tried.

[Lindsey is explaining the Circle of The Black Thorn.]
Lindsey: It's a secret organization.
Gunn: Never heard of them.
Lindsey: That's 'cause they're secret.

[Lorne is the headline act at a Las Vegas casino.]
Gunn: Nobody seems to be bothered by the fact that he's a demon.
Fred: They must think it's all makeup, like the Blue Man Group. You don't think... the Blue Man Group...
Angel: Only two of them.