Spike: What? What's happened to me?
Harmony: Well, I'm no doctor, but I think you're a ghost.
Spike: I must be in hell.
Lorne: Uh, no. L.A., but a lot of people make that mistake.
Lorne: Honey of a story.
Wesley: Story?
Lorne: Yeah, the vampire slayer both men loved, both men lost. Oh, I could sell that to any studio in a heartbeat. I see Depp and Bloom. But then I see them a lot. Sorry. Hazard of running the entertainment division. Gotta get out more.
Fred: Weird. I'm getting electromagnetic readings consistent with spiritual entities, but there's no ectoplasmic matrix.
Gunn: Meaning?
Fred: Ectoplasm's what makes ghosts visible to the human eye. If he's a ghost, technically we shouldn't be able to see him. . . . And I'm detecting brainwave activity.
Angel: On Spike? That is weird.
Fred: Also, ghosts generally absorb light and heat energy making the area around them a few degrees cooler. Spike's radiating heat.
Spike: Think I'm hot, do you?
Spike: I'm not you. I don't give a piss about atonement or destiny. Just because I got me a soul doesn't mean I'm gonna let myself be led around by—-
Fred: Excuse me?
Wesley: Did you just say . . . Spike has a soul? You never said.
Angel: Didn't seem worth mentioning.
Spike: Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't like me crashing his exclusive club—another vampire with a soul in the world.
Angel: You're not in the world - Casper.
Angel: Little tip, Spike: Try not to talk about things you don't understand.
Spike: I'm not the prat here. I know you, Angel. What do you think you're doing? Made some devil's bargain to take over this company. Thought you'd use it to fight the evil of the world from inside the belly of the beast. Trouble is you're too busy fighting to see you and yours are getting digested.
Angel: Not gonna happen.
Angel: I'm in a meeting, Spike.
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't care.
Wesley: Hmm. I suspected as much. The amulet's Wolfram & Hart's property. It's bound to this place, and since Spike's connected to it--
Spike: Hey! I'm nobody's bloody property, Percy. So what? I'm just stuck here forever? (to Angel) I bet you're loving this, aren't you?
Angel: Knowing you'll be haunting me till the end of time? Hmm. It's a dream come true.
Angel: Harmony, get me Novac's contact list, close relations, next of kin, and let's be discreet about this for the time being, OK?
Harmony: Discreet? Oh, you mean like not tell anyone about bucket-o-lawyer?
Angel: Out of my chair.
Spike: Make me.
Wesley: Angel, you have a multi-billion dollar company at your disposal with armed and trained personnel.
Angel: They cramp my style.
Wesley: Your style's not gonna cut it with a necromancer. We should probably avoid an eye-for-an-eye escalation here.
Angel: Not going for his eyes, Wes.
Butler: Do you have an appointment with Mr. Hainsley?
Spike: Let's just say he sent us an invitation.
Angel: We're— I'm from Wolfram & Hart.
Spike: I'm his date.
Angel: I know you can't help me, but could you maybe not root for the other team?
Spike: Hey, I'll root for anyone with half a chance of taking you down a notch.
Spike: You're king of a 30-floor castle, with all the cars, comfort, power, and glory you could ever want, and here I save the world, throw myself onto the proverbial hand grenade for love, honor, and all the right reasons, and what do I get? Bloody well toasted and ghosted is what I get, isn't it? It's not fair.
Angel: Fair?! You asked for a soul: I didn't! It almost killed me. I spent a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent 3 weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about that?!
Hainsley: A ghost, huh? You brought a ghost as your backup, vampire?
Spike: I'm not here to back him up. I just haunt the bastard.
Spike: That's how you're gonna fight the forces of evil now? Call the I.R.S.?
Gunn: Wiped out every asset we could find on Hainsley. Wasn't easy. Man's got his fingers in a lot of dirty pies.
Angel: Yeah, well, I think pies are gonna be off his menu for a while.
Gunn: Yeah, well, it's gotta hurt. I mean, damn, who doesn't love pie?
Harmony: Just since you're all soulful now, I thought maybe, just maybe, you might've learned to open up a little. You know, talk? But I guess the leopard can't change his stripes.
Spike: Spots, you dink. Leopards have spots.
Harmony: Oh! Excuse me, Mr. Brainy. Thank you so much for sharing. Wow. What a breakthrough.
