[Wesley steers a small ship across the dark ocean.]
Justine: So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain? Bicycle, old tire, or maybe we'll get real lucky and catch us nice shopping cart. Here's a wacky thought: why don't you swim down there yourself?
[Wesley flips a switch and looks down at a readout.]
Wesley: No contact. We'll try the next grid.
[He walks over to the map laid out on the table and makes some markings.]
Justine: You really think finding Angel is going to change anything?
Wesley: Everything changes.
Justine: Well, I guess anything is better than sitting around in my cage all day with nothing to do but to fill my bucket.
Wesley: Perhaps you should have considered that before slitting my throat.
[He walks back to the steering wheel.]
Justine: The great Wesley Wyndham-Price, the shining beacon of all that's good and pure. But wait, no! That's before he started banging the enemy and keeping slave-girl in his closet.
Wesley: You were always a slave, Justine. You just couldn't see the chains.
Justine: Thanks, Swami, I'll meditate on that.
Wesley: You think she would be disappointed?
Justine: Who?
Wesley: Your sister. That's where it all began, isn't it? Sister murdered by a vampire, consumed by a need of revenge...
Justine: For justice!
Wesley: Is that what you call it? Turning a son against his father.
Justine: Angel got what he deserved.
Wesley: We all get what we deserve. You and Holtz deserved each other. You two have so much in common. Pain, loss, deep seated lack of anything approaching humor.
Justine: I don't know. We had a few laughs. Getting you to steal Angel's baby, now that was a good one.
Wesley: Better than tricking Connor into sinking his father to the bottom of the ocean?
Justine: Well, that was worth a couple of yuks, too.
Wesley: Not much of a plan though, was it, really? Easy to figure out which door to kick in when Angel went missing. And not much harder to persuade you to betray everything Holtz had given his life for. Not that it was worth very much. Well, you should know. You're the one that ended it.
[Justine picks up the wrench that was holding down the maps and hauls back to hit the back of Wesley's head.]
Wesley: [Without turning to look] I'll take away your bucket.
[Justine tosses the wrench back on the table.]

[Wesley, Cordelia, and Gunn are huddled miserably in their derelict new office.]
Virginia: [entering with a basket] Hey, Wow! This place is great. I brought champagne. You guys must be so excited... [takes in their looks] in that really dry, suicidal way.
Wesley: [kisses her] Sorry, sweetheart. You just caught us in a moment of ... well ...
Cordelia: Reality.
Virginia: Oh, that. I avoid that.
Gunn: How do you avoid reality?
Virginia: Money. It cures everything but boredom. [holds up basket] And food cures boredom, so there you go. Imported chips and packets of cheese.
Gunn: Thanks.
Wesley: We'll enjoy them huddled around our pathetic candles.
Cordelia: We'll make pathetic nachos.
Virginia: You guys are really down.
Gunn: Yeah. And don't try to tell us there's no way to go but up, 'cause the truth is, there's always more down.

[When Skip turns his head, Wesley notices a break in the armor where Angel had ripped some of it off of his head earlier. Wesley makes a rolling dive for the gun, aims, and shoots at Skip's head. The bullet goes right into the vulnerable spot, entering Skip's head.]
Skip: Well, that ain't right. [collapses]

[William walks into the hotel and sees Angelus humping a woman dressed in white on the bed.]
William: Well... looks like you haven't had your fill of her after all--
[Angelus leans back, revealing that's he's been with Drusilla.]
Drusilla: [rolls her head over to look at William] The little children didn't come out to play. [sits up, leaning closer to Angelus's chest] Did you miss me, pretty William?
Angelus: I'm sure he did, Dru. After all... you are his destiny.
Drusilla: Oh. That's so sweet.
[Angelus laughs at William. Drusilla joins in the laughter. William gets a look of enraged hatred as he glares at Angelus.]

[Willow is planning to magically smash the jar holding Agel's soul]
Willow: It had to be something specific. There's lots of jars in the world. Can't shatter 'em all. I mean, you could, but good things come in jars: Peanutbutter. Jelly. Those two-headed fetal pigs at the national history museum. [Wesley barely reacts.] Come on, everybody loves fetal pigs.
Wesley: Sorry. I think my sense of humor is trapped in a jar somewhere.
Willow: Does seem like you've given in to the grumpy side of the force.
Wesley: A lot's happened. Not just Angelus. I'd been... I've changed. I've seen a darkness in myself. I'm not sure you'd even begin to understand.
Willow: I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy the world.
Wesley: Oh. So...
Willow: Darkness. Been there.
Wesley: Yeah. Well, I never flayed... [pauses] I had a woman chained in a closet.
Willow: Hey!
Wesley: Nah, doesn't compare.
Willow: No, dark. That's dark. You've been to a place.
Wesley: You seem exactly the same as when I left. No other major changes I'm not up on?
Willow: Just little things. So, Fred, what's her story?