Lilah: Whatsa matter, Ace? Didn't think you were the only one who ever gets to come back from hell around here, didja?
Wesley: It's a lie.
Lilah: --lah. "It's a Lilah."
Gunn: Vampire?
Lilah: Ewww. Please. Angelus drank from me, true. But, like with most men, it was a one way street. I was dead already.
Lilah: It's okay, lover. I never felt a thing.
Wesley: I'm sure that's true.
Lilah: I'm just a messenger. That's all. They'll be sending me straight back to hell once I'm finished here.
Gunn: Who's "they"?
Angel: Wolfram & Hart. The contract she signed with them extends beyond her death.
Lilah: Standard perpetuity clause, I'm afraid. Always read the fine print
Lilah: Oh, I don't think you'll want it...but you'll take it. Because this...this is the offer...of a lifetime! Just not, you know, mine.
Lorne: "Just the L.A. branch..." Hi. I'm from another dimension. What the hell does that mean?
Gunn: You wanna give us your evil law firm..? We ain't lawyers!
Fred: Or evil. Currently.
Gunn: Reward for what?
Lilah: For ending world peace.
Wesley: Jasmine was creating a slave state.
Lilah: Right, where the slaves are full of giggly joy and love. Ugh, what a nightmare.
Angel: She was eating people.
Lilah: They knew what they were getting into.
Lorne: Her stomach?
Lilah: Now weigh that against ending the suffering of millions ... but you fixed that.
Fred: No, we didn't. I—I mean, we did, we—we fixed it, but not in the way that you're trying to make it sound.
Lilah: Jeez, it's not like it was a criticism.
Gunn: Kid needs a leash if you ask me. Does it seem like we spend half our time looking for him?
Gunn: Come on, Wes, how long are you gonna be satisfied, sitting there sticking pins in maps and blowing dust off your books? Sorry, man. I shouldn't have said it like that.
Wesley: No, no, no. They are rather dusty.
Gunn: Couldn't have been easy for you seeing Lilah again like that.
Wesley: Oh. Yes. That was awkward, wasn't it? You decapitate a loved one; you don't expect them to come visiting.
Gunn: "Loved one"?
Wesley: Figure of speech.
Angel: You're back. Anything?
Lorne: Oh, plenty. Just not any on Connor or Cordelia. I'm not saying we ended world peace or anything, kids, but, uh, it's a mess out there, and considering the banner year we've had, that's up against some pretty stiff competition.
Wesley: What were the odds the humans would be the most corruptible?
Lorne: So it's an evil limo. I get that. Does that mean we don't re-stock the cherries? Also, a little air back here wouldn't be a terrible thing.
Lilah: There are five of you, all with specific interests, unique areas of expertise. Seemed the most efficient way of doing this. Prioritize and personalize.
Angel: Divide and conquer, you mean.
Lilah: If you prefer to be armed during your stay here, we'd have no objections. Just because we've tried to kill or corrupt each and every one of you at one time or another doesn't mean we can't be trusted.
Fred: So are you a lawyer? Uh, you don't look like a lawyer.
Knox: No, I'm strictly R & D. Although, occasionally, some D & D. D & D, Dungeons and... We actually have a dungeon. I can show it to you later if— um, I manage the science division.
Fred: You're like the MacGyver of Wolfram and Hart!
Knox: You're not wrong! I can make practically anything out of... a... fully... equipped... multi-million dollar lab.
Sirk: Choose something to read. Go on, anything at all. Something rare.
Wesley: All right. The Devandire Sibylline Codex.
Sirk: Translated or Sanskrit?
Wesley: Surprise me.
Wesley: So you opted to, what, uh, play for the other side? Cross the line?
Sirk: These are complicated times. Lines become blurry. How did you know?
Wesley: Something about Watchers and—
[He punches Sirk, knocking him out.]
Wesley: —libraries.
Lilah: Money, clothes, women. Did I mention we have a juice bar?
Angel: This is what you came back from the dead for? To play Let's Make an Evil Deal?
Angel: What, am I supposed to swoon? It's an office.
Lilah: With your own private elevator. Care to take it for a spin?
Angel: What's it gonna do, huh? Drop me in a vat of holy water?
Lilah: I was pushing for that, but they went with the motor pool. Figured you'd like to stay mobile, what with all that rushing out to save the day you're so fond of.
Lilah: Necro-tempered glass. The whole building's fitted with it. Helps keep those uplifting, wholesome rays from charbroilin' the boss, and thirty percent more energy efficient.
Lilah: Bye-bye Mister Sunshine. Hello gloomy avenger.
Lilah: People don't need an unyielding champion. They need a man who knows the value of compromise and how to beat the system from inside the belly of the beast.
Angel: The beast's belly? Doesn't that usually mean you've been eaten?
Lilah: That nifty little bauble comes with the file. Apparently it's crucial for some kind of "final battle." Guess they're in short supply up Sunnydale way. Bit gauche for my taste, but hey -- not a Slayer.
Angel: Buffy can handle herself.
Lilah: But isn't it more fun when you handle her?
Angel: You set this whole thing up.
Lilah: Been a little busy with the being dead.
Lilah: You're the one who raised him - or didn't. Can't imagine how the kid turned out postal.
Lilah: I was wondering how long it'd take you to get here.
Wesley: How'd I do?
Lilah: A little slower than I would have thought... but then you always did like to take your time.
Wesley: You wanted me to see this. You knew I'd—
Lilah: Die Hard your way up here? Come on, Wes. Who knows you better than me?
Lilah: Gallant to the end...but I knew what I signed up for.
Wesley: It's done.
Lilah: Look in the drawer.
[Lilah's contract, which Wesley just burned, is back.]
Lilah: Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything... But it means something that you tried.
Lorne: When this cruise ship sails, I'll be on the Lido deck. I mean, this place? Secrets of the universe! Like: Siegfried, evil. Roy, not so much.
Fred: Who's Connor?
