[The episode starts from a black screen.]
Wesley: We're doomed.
Angel: Maybe we can make a break for it.
Wesley: Impossible.
Angel: Front exit?
Wesley: We'd be spotted instantly.
Angel: Back door?
Wesley: Blocked.
Angel: That's it, then. We're trapped.
Wesley: We could try shouting fire... [seats in a theater are shown] It's not technically a crowded theater.
Cordelia: [performing Henrik Ibsen's "A Doll's House" on stage] 'One day, I might, yes. Many years from now, when I've lost my looks a little. Do not laugh.'
Wesley: [checks his watch] Only another hour.
Cordelia: 'I mean of course, a time will come when Torvald is not... is not...' ..Line??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Wesley: Perhaps two.
Cordelia: What??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Cordelia: 'is not as devoted to me.' [adds dramatic sob]
Angel: And I thought I knew Eternity.

[The lights in the Wolfram & Hart elevator suddenly go out.]
Eve: That's odd.
Spike: I know what this is. YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME TO HELL, PAVAYNE!
[Emergency lights come on and an alarm sounds.]
Spike: Oh. Well, that's just something I say... when, uh... it gets dark.

[The Oracle accepts Angel's impromptu "gift," telekinetically transporting his wristwatch to her palm.]
Oracle f: I like time! There's so little and so much of it.

[The team is at Caritas, a karaoke bar favored by demons.]
Gunn: Okay, what I want to know is, how'd I live in L.A. all my life and not notice weird-ass stuff was going on?
Cordelia: Oh, the ass is even weirder than you think!

[There's a knock at Lorne's door.]
Lorne: Jeez, keep your pants on! [opens to reveal Angel, who just had sex with Darla] Well, I see we're a little late with that advice.

[Thinking he is still incorporeal, Spike runs into a door]
Spike: Bugger, that hurt!

[to Angel, in the middle of talking about something else]
Cordelia: And wow, you look half dead. Which, for someone who's completely dead, would be kind of neat.

[voicemail message]
Woman's voice: Hi, you've reached the Tittles. We can't come to the phone right now. If you wanna leave a message for Christine, press one.
Man's voice: For Bentley, press two.
Demon's voice: Or to speak to or worship Master Tarfall, Underlord of pain, press three.

[Walks towards the screen as we can hear the baby gurgle.]
Linwood: That's a cute little baby. Yes, you are. And your daddy is a vampire with a soul. And sometimes he reverts to a creature of pure, malevolent evil, who could rip your tiny throat out. Yes, he does. [Chuckles] I like kids. The Senior Partners took mine before I really got to know them. Turn it up.
[Lilah pushes a button on the remote and the room fills with a baby's cries.]
Linwood: Turn it down.
[Lilah does as Linwood walks out.]

[watching a memory of Angel feeding off rats in New York]
Angelus: I already know all this crap. So why do I have to go through it again?
Angel: Maybe because it's not about you, jackass.

[Wesley and Angel just came back from fighting a Haklar.]
Cordelia: How was the big fight? All big and fighty?
Wesley: We managed to kill the Haklar just as it was about to devour a group of power walkers.
Angel: It was horrible.
Cordelia: I know. I saw it in my stupid vision, remember?
Angel: No, not the Haklar, the power walkers. I mean, walking I get, but power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time?
[Cordelia looks at Angel strangely.]
Angel: Weird. Plus, one of them hit him. (Points to Wesley, whose forehead is injured.)
Cordelia: (gasps) A power walker did that?
Wesley: Apparently, she felt I'd disrespected the Haklar's culture by killing it.
Cordelia: This town sucks.

[Wesley and Gunn are wrestling.]
Cordelia: [to Angel] Are you going to stop this?
Angel: High time the English got what's coming to 'em. I'm rooting for the slave!

[Wesley and Gunn have been captured and are about to be executed .]
Gunn: I've got a plan.
Wesley: Oh thank god! What is it?
Gunn: We die horribly and painfully. You go to hell, and I spend eternity in the arms of Baby Jesus.

[Wesley and Lilah are laying in bed, sleepily chatting.]
Wesley: So Angel knows about our relationship. Big deal.
Lilah: A dollar! You owe me a dollar!
Wesley: Oh, damn!
Lilah: You called this a 'relationship'. [sing-song voice] You lost the be-et. You said it fir-irst. [Wesley hands her a dollar] Sign it first, as proof.
Wesley: Proof of what?
Lilah: Of now. Of this. [she nuzzles his nose; they kiss]

[Wesley has just shown Cordelia a news clipping about a murdered girl.]
Wesley: I think you'd better sit down. While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research, specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.
Cordelia: He looked pretty comfortable to me.
Wesley: When I saw this story today, it rang chillingly familiar. So, I reacquainted myself with certain facts, confirming, I'm sorry to say, my grim suspicions. In the late 1700s, it was Angelus' custom to sign his victims by carving a Christian cross into their left cheek. He liked to let people know he'd been there.
Cordelia: Okay. You get to leave now. You're not going to come in here and accuse Angel like this.
Wesley: Cordelia...
Cordelia: No! I don't care how many files you have about all the horrible things he did back in the powdered-wig days! He is good now. And he is my friend, and nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!
Angel: Cordelia, he's right.
Cordelia: [to Wes] You stake him and I'll cut his head off.