Lorne: Oh, I believe he's referring to the big, bad and possibly invincible demony thing that nearly killed us all before he ringmastered tonight's Cirque de Flambé.
Lilah: Listen, Frank, I don't care if you have to Lojack the damn thing-- find that beast or I swear to god I will...
Gavin: Boil you alive
Lilah: Shut up! ...boil you alive.
Lilah: Well, it wants the same things we do. An apocalypse, an end to the world, yadda, yadda, yadda. The partners feel it might speed things along and save a few bucks.
Lilah: Go downstairs and check it out. Gavin, ask yourself this question: what are you more afraid of? A giant murderous demon... or me?
Gavin: I'll be right back.
Lorne: Just... just meditating on the problem. Yeah, asking the inner Lorne for a little backup.
Angel: Somebody should stay here and mind the store.
Lorne: Oh, me, me, me! Sergeant Stay-at-Home, volunteering for duty, sir.
Lorne: Happy hunting! We'll stay here and keep the home fires burning. Bake some nice healing muffins...
Connor: He looks dead.
Angel: He is dead. Technically undead. A zombie.
Connor: What's a zombie?
Angel: It's an undead thing.
Connor: Like you?
Angel: No! Zombies are slow-moving dim-witted things that crave human flesh.
Connor: Like you.
Angel: No!
Gunn: What the hell was that?
Wesley: Zombies.
Gunn: Yeah, thanks for the newsflash, Captain Obvious.
Angel: Not exactly. More like a gateway. And there's a little girl there... or something old and evil that likes to pretend she's a little girl...
Wesley: Do you remember the code?
Angel: Hello? Photographic memory...
Connor: Maybe you forgot.
Angel: I didn't forget.
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