Angel (in a W&H promo video): If you don't kill, we won't kill you.
Harmony: I took care of the catering for the big feuding demon clan confab, unless you have any requests.
Angel: Ackshai fong moshinite.
Harmony: Y'okay . . . Could you spell that?
Rudy: You're up today.
Harmony: Oh, come on, Rudy. You know I've been off the human blood for months!
Rudy: Company policy. Give me the finger.
Harmony: Couldn't you have given him a stern warning or something first?
Angel: It's called a "zero tolerance" policy, not a "maybe this once" policy. Nobody in this office gets away with murder, not anymore.
Fred: There haven't been any side effects since you re-corporealized, have there?
Spike: Bit of a hangover. But that's to be expected after all the drinking.
Spike: Any message for Buffy?
Angel: Tell her you're a moron.
Spike: Fred . . . I want you to know - I mean, all that work you put in trying to, you know, cure me of the ghosties...
Fred: I didn't do anything.
Spike: Oh, you did. You believed in ... I mean, you tried. I won't forget that.
Harmony: What? I don't get a good-bye just because I went crazy and tried to rip your throat out while we were having sex?
Spike: Keep it simple, Harm. It suits you.
Fred: My lab managed that upgrade to the weapons scanner, like you requested.
Angel: Foolproof?
Fred: I'd say yes, but then some fool would just come along and sneak something past us.
Harmony (trying to participate in the break room talk): Don't forget about Wesley. I get the vibe that he's, like, totally crushing over Fred.
Female Worker: Mr. Wyndam-Pryce? Everyone knows he's -- (she notices food) Muffins!
Harmony: Everybody hates me.
Fred: I don't hate you. I-I mean, it's just I-I don't know you that well and-
Harmony: I just wish I were more like you. You know, except for the part about being all into science . . . and not having a lot up front.
Harmony: I . . . gravitate more towards the undead variety.
Fred: Well, there's your problem: the undead - they're not exactly givers.
Wesley: And the police called you because...
Angel: Apparently, we own them.
Harmony: I know you never wanted me as your assistant, and okay, I made some bad choices. I mean, it's not like I have a soul. I have to try a lot harder.
