Fred: Okay, so he survived an unspeakable hell dimension -- I mean, who hasn't? But you can't just leave him all alone on the streets of Los Angeles!
Cordelia: So maybe, if we're very very lucky, later today we'll be able to kill something. You'd like that, wouldn't you?
Groo: When Connor was taken from him, he moved Heaven and Tarkna to try and win him back.
Lorne: Yes, he sure did. Hence our weekly scrubbing of the lobby floor.
Lorne: Just because somebody hops a dimension or two is no guarantee things'll work out.
Groo: Yes. I sense that is true.
Lorne: Well aren't you just sneaky with the sub-text.
Lorne: Should we be wearing lead? Because I actually have something.
Cordelia: Good point -- Fred, how worried should we be about contamination?
Angel: It's kinda my job. Look, this shouldn't take too long. But it could be pretty dangerous. There's usually violence and killing, so... Wanna come?
Lilah: I thought the "come alone" part was a particularly ironic touch. I mean -- how else would you come?
Lilah: Turns out she's been pissing off a lot of undead-Americans lately.
Lilah: Who's the Boy Wonder? Moves just like...
Wesley: His father...
Angel: Hey, you were great in there. I mean, normally I'd take you to a museum or a ballgame or something... but it's good to know you can handle yourself in a fight.
Fred: Looks like we've been following Angel's son's emissions the whole time!
Gunn: Now there's a sentence I don't ever need to hear again.
Fred: But this is good, right? It means there was no big scary that came out of the portal...
Gunn: How 'bout a short scary?
Lorne: Tell ya what, since you were raised in a hell dimension by a psychopath, and since that's a topic I happen to know a little something about -- we'll just let that slide. I'll fetch your pop for ya.
Lorne: Actually, that's Uncle Filthy Demon to you. Wasn't that long ago – like a week - that I was changing your diapers, you little --
Lorne: Well, you have got some serious mojo goin' on, girl. Whatever deal you struck with The
Powers -- looks to me like they gave you the full package, all the extras. That boy was tox-ic when he walked in here tonight. Heavy on the "ick."
Connor: I think...maybe I tried to kill your friend.
Angel: Yeah, well... she's used to it.
Cordelia: The thing we do. You know, that thing where I say 'are you sure you know what you're
doing' and 'Angel, please think about this' and then you ignore me and rush head-long into trouble?
Angel: Right. That thing. 'kay. We done?
