Lorne: And speaking of sense, have you been on permanent sabbatical from yours? Tell me you did not shoot that girl full of junk and then feed her to Angelus.
Cordelia: A coma?
Connor: Yeah, that's what it looked like when Wesley brought her in.
Cordelia: Like she hasn't pulled that one before.
Faith: You know what the definition of insanity is, baby? Performing the same task over and over and expecting different results. Learned that in murder rehab.
Faith: Seriously, man. Did you miss the invention of the bath?
Angelus: The whole way over here he crouched in the filth of the animals just to avoid human temptation. This isn't my life. It's his!
Faith: Angel's?
Angelus: It annoyed the crap out of me the first time around. This sucks. And why do you get to be Marley's ghost?
Faith: 'Cause I'm dying, dumb-ass.
Faith: Then I'm— whatever. Dust in the wind. Candle in the wind. There'll be a general wind theme.
Faith: Dude! You just rescued a puppy.
Faith: We're reliving Angel's good deeds. You are in hell. Wicked.
Willow: Yes, hi. You must be Angel's handsome yet androgynous son.
Connor: It's Connor.
Willow: And the sneer's genetic. Who knew?
Willow: Hey, Fred. It's good to see you. [to Wesley] Oh, and it's the Marlboro Man… or at least his extra stubbly, mentally unstable, insomniac first cousin… oh, for the love of Hecate somebody stop me.
Willow: How have you been?
Cordelia: Higher power. You?
Willow: Ultimate evil. But I got better.
Cordelia: You heard about Faith?
Willow: Coma again.
Faith: Mandy, huh? It must kill you he's got a jones for the power ballads.
Angelus: Worse were the concerts.
Wesley: Sorry. I think my sense of humor's trapped in a jar somewhere.
Willow: It does seem like you've given in to the grumpy side of the Force.
Willow: I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy the world.
Wesley: Oh. So…
Willow: Darkness. Been there.
Wesley: Yes. Well, I never… flayed. I had a woman chained in a closet.
Willow: Oh, well, hey!
Wesley: Nah, it doesn't compare.
Willow: No, dark! That's dark. You've been to a place.
Faith: Angel, it's good to see you. Hate the hair.
Angel: I'm not perfect, Faith. Even with a soul I've done things I've wished a thousand times I could take back.
Angelus: Yeah, like those Manilow concerts, you son of a bitch!
Angelus: Anybody notice a battle with your alter ego going on here?
Faith: Break me off a switch, son…there's about to be a whuppin'.
Angel: How are you feeling?
Faith: Like I did mushrooms and got eaten by a bear.
Connor: All right, I get it. I messed up.
Faith: Hey, cheer up, punk. That just makes you one of us.
Gunn: Nah, I'm good. I just wish I could've seen you kicking the crap out of junior here.
Faith: It was pretty funny.
Faith: See? Brits know how to say goodbye. Angel here wanted to hug.
Angel: No, I didn't.
Willow: I'll tell Buffy you said hi.
Angel: Good. Thanks.
Willow: Oh, next time you guys resurrect Angelus… call me first, okay?
