Illyria: I thought the humans would have long died out by now. Instead, you've grown bold.
Wesley: So you don't know who Fred is.
Illyria: Nor care. Bleat at me no longer; we're done.
Wesley: Yes. We are.
[He swings an axe at her head.]
Illyria: Oh. Now I remember. Winifred Burkle is the shell I'm in.
Wesley: She's the woman you killed.
Illyria: This is grief. I'm watching human grief - it's like offal in my mouth.
Wesley: If you stay here, you'll taste it every day, every second.
Angel: "Gone." What does it mean that she's gone?
Spike: Well, in the world of men, a person dies, they stay that way.
Angel: Unless you're a vampire.
Spike: Or the ghost of one that saved the world.
Angel: Or Buffy. Death doesn't have to be the end, not in our world. Rules can be broken. All you have to do . . . is push hard enough.
Gunn: Wes, don't. We need him. I know how you feel--
Wesley (his voice cracks): Do you know? You didn't feel her die. She was shaking with pain and terrified and so brave. And she was better than anyone I've known, better than . . . and she's gone.
Angel: I know. Now let's get her back.
Angel: Nothing could have stopped it from arriving.
Gunn: That's not completely true. I played a round of piņata with Lab Boy while you were gone. The sarcophagus was stuck in customs and it should have stayed there, but someone got it out.
Wesley: Who?
Gunn (hesitates): I'm working on it.
Gunn: What about her . . . if her organs have been liquefied?
Spike: Flash fried in a pillar of fire saving the world. I got better.
Illyria (to Angel): A warrior. I was beginning to wonder if this world was void of your kind.
Spike: Plenty of us to go 'round, luv.
Illyria: Two half-breeds and a band of primitives. Is this all that challenges me now?
Angel: That - and a whole lot of bullets.
Harmony: Sorry, boss. Maybe if I stopped her back in Gunn's office--
Angel: Did she toss you out a window?
Harmony: No.
Angel: Then you're one up on me.
Spike: Back in the lab, she was standing right there in front of me, but there was no scent. Nothing. It's like she wasn't even there.
Angel (looks down): I know.
Spike: Look, I want Fred back as much as any of us . . . but seeing her there, like that, maybe she really is--
Angel: No. I lost Cordelia because some thing violated her. It crawled inside, used her up. No way in hell am I letting that happen again.
Harmony: The girl of your dreams loved you. That's more than most people ever get.
Wesley (quietly): I know. But it isn't enough.
Wesley: Knox was in contact with the doctor. But you already know that, don't you?
Gunn: Yeah, one of my sources--
Wesley: Don't.
Angel: What the hell did you do?!
Wesley: What I had to.
Angel: I don't remember seeing "stab Gunn" on the agenda this morning.
Wesley: I avoided the major organs. He'll probably live.
Angel: Is that supposed to make it all right?
Wesley: Nothing is all right! Nothing will ever be all right.
Wesley: Waiting for her return.
Spike: To Los Angeles?
Wesley: This is where her temple was millions of years ago, and it's still here.
Angel: Well, you think I would've remembered seeing something like this parked next to The Ralph's.
Illyria: Your breed is fragile: how is it they came to control this world?
Knox: Opposable thumbs. Um, fire. Television. What they lack in strength, they make up for in extraordinary sneakiness.
Illyria: The gateway is blocked.
Knox: I was afraid of that. Wolfram & Hart probably threw a lock on it. They're big on things happening on their timetable.
Illyria: The wolf, ram, and hart? In my time they were weak, barely above the vampire.
[Wes shoots Knox, while Angel talks of fighting to save people.)
Angel: Were you even listening?
Illyria (sees her broken temple): It can't be . . . It's gone . . . My world is gone.
Wesley: Now you know how I feel.
Spike: That offer still good? Send me abroad, roving agent and all?
Angel: Yeah, it's still good.
Spike: Great. Maybe we should send Gunn. Before Wes has another poke.
Illyria: We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief?
Wesley: There's love. There's hope - for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy. That your life will lead you to some joy. That after everything, you can still be surprised.
