Emil: It comes down to trust. There's no Better Business Bureau for what we do. Customer complaints are dealt with through killing, torture, beating . . . sometimes fire. We call it "word of mouth advertising."
Wesley (unimpressed): If I'd known this was going to be a seminar, I'd have worn my name tag.
Eve: But she's okay. And you're still beating him up.
Angel: He can be careless.
Eve (pointedly): Focuses too much on the big picture? Overlooks the people involved?
Angel: Something like that.
Angel: I just want to be kept informed. That's all.
Eve: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to "do the right thing"?
Fred: They gave me the all clear.
Wesley: I was just coming down to find you.
Fred: Though I do have to take a boatload of antibiotics. Apparently, there's some concern about where that grappling hook's been.
Fred: Listen to you. You're blaming yourself because poor Fred got hurt. Stop trying to be all valiant - you're coming off like a self-pitying child.
Wesley (looking past her): Hello, Father.
Fred: Oh, yeah, that's mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I'd tell you to grow up.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: It doesn't work. I've tried.
Wesley: Are you saying the council wants me to come back?
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Not necessarily. Your name's proven to be a point of contention. There are some who believe that your tenure as watcher ranks as our most embarrassing failure.
Wesley: Really. I beat out everybody dying in an explosion as most embarrassing failure.
Wesley: Lorne runs our entertainment division.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Entertainment division. Well, I can see how that would be very useful in the fight against evil.
Gunn: You'd be amazed at how many horrible movies we've stopped.
Fred: This thing really blurs the line between human and robot.
Spike: A HA! So you're not ruling out that a human being could've boffed a robot . . . Sex with robots is more common than most people think.
Angel (holding out his hand): I'm Angel. Pleasure to meet you.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Do you really expect me to shake that?
Angel: I'm not real comfortable with hugging.
Wesley: I was hoping to enlist your expertise in some research.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Oh, no. You're not going to try and blow me up again, are you?
Wesley: Probably not.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Well then, my expertise is yours.
Wesley: You want to talk about me. All right. The last girl I was with I had to chop into little tiny pieces because a higher power saw fit to stab her in the neck.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: You don't want to discuss it. Fine. But spare me the sarcasm. It's too embarrassing.
Spike: Are you worried that ol' Spike might be bustin' loose of your shackles?
Eve: What are you talking about?
Spike: Save the innocent act. Your here-to-help cheerleader routine may work on Angel, but I see right through it. There's more to you than you're letting on.
Spike (after the lights go out): I know what this is. YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME TO HELL, PAVAYNE!
(The lights come back on.) Oh . . . well, that's just something I say . . . when, it gets dark.
(Wesley attacks a cyborg.)
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: What do you think you're doing? I had attack priority.
Wesley: We're not fencing!
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: We still follow the basic rules.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce (referring to Angel): That creature is more dangerous to mankind than you realize.
Wesley: You're wrong about him. He's not what you think.
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: He's a puppet. He always has been. To The Powers That Be, to Wolfram & Hart . . . Now he's ours.
Wesley: I don't know why you're doing all this, but did you ever once consider there might be another way? Did you ever once consider talking to me about it?
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: No - you've failed me enough for one lifetime.
Wesley: Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so, that I was never as good at the job as you? Or that I just might be better?
Mr. Wyndam-Pryce: Oh yes. This is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we'll hug.
Wesley: It's doubtful.
Angel: You know the worst part about losing your free will?
Wesley: Having no control over your body?
Angel: Well, there's that . . . and you get really nauseous.
Angel: They're all trying to bring us down. The perception is that we're weak.
Wesley: No, the perception is I'm weak. That's why they went for me.
Angel: They're wrong. You do what you have to do to protect the people around you. To do what you know is right, regardless of the cost. You know, I never really understood that. You're the guy who makes all the hard decisions, even if you have to make 'em alone.
Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to--
Wesley: Thank you. I'm . . . very comforted.
Fred: Part of you knew. Even if you can't admit it to yourself, part of you knew it wasn't him.
Wesley: No. I was sure it was him. You were there. I killed my father.
Fred: He was threatening your friends.
Wesley: He was threatening you. He pointed a gun at you, Fred. So I shot him.
