Mrs. Burkle: Now, you gotta promise me that you're gonna be careful.
Fred: I'm gonna study, Mom. I'm gonna learn every damn thing they know up there, and then figure out some stuff they don't . . . and I'll be careful. I'll even be dull . . . boring. Cross my heart.
Fred: Kind of cool, physiologically. They reproduce by vomiting up crystals that attract and mutate the microbes around them to form eggs.
Wesley: Are you trying to turn me on?
Angel: You just like stabbing me.
Spike: I'm shocked - shocked! - that you'd say that. I much prefer hitting you with blunt instruments.
Spike: If cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?
Wesley: Ah. You've been yelling at each other for forty minutes about this . . . Do the astronauts have weapons?
Knox: Mummies can be a lot more trouble than you think. And you're seeing Wesley now.
Fred: Uh . . . Oh . . . okay. That's not connected to mummies in some way . ..
Angel: You and me. This isn't working out.
Spike: Are you saying we should start annoying other people?
Angel: Look, Wolfram & Hart has got offices in every major city in the world - and a lot more out of it. I'll give you the resources you need to go anywhere: cars, gadgets, expense accounts. You fight the good fight, but in style.
. . . and, if possible, in outer Mongolia.
Spike: A roving agent. Sort of a double-0-seven without the poncy tux.
Angel: The lab is doing some blood work.
Fred: I'm a mummy, aren't I.
Spike: I've fought plenty of mummies, and none of 'em were as pretty as you. Almost none.
Angel: We're gonna work this. Shouldn't take long.
Fred: Handsome man saves me.
Angel (with a laugh): That's how it works.
Wesley: Get to the point.
Angel: Her organs are cooking. In a day's time, they'll liquefy.
Spike: No. Not this girl. Not this day.
Angel: Good. Guys...
Wesley: You don't have to say it.
Angel: I'll say it anyway: Winifred Burkle. Go.
Gunn: You want someone else, a life for hers, you'll get it - you can have mine.
Conduit: I already do.
Lorne: Her future's not too bright, but . . .
Eve: What do you mean?
Lorne: Well, nothing's written in stone - lately - but if I was about to face your future, I'd make like Carmen Miranda and die.
Fred: I have to work.
Wesley: You have to lie down.
Fred: I am not - I am not the damsel in distress. I am not some case. I have to work this. I lived in a cave for five years in a world where they killed my kind like cattle. I am not going to be cut down by some monster flu. I am better than that!
Drogyn: It's been freed. The demon's essence.
Spike: Yeah, it's been freed. Why do you think we're here? And what's your favorite color? What's your favorite song? Who's the goalkeeper for Manchester United? And how many fingers am I holdin' up? You wanna kill me, try! But I don't have time for your quirks.
Fred: Why can't I stay?
