Fred: We should've done this a long time ago. I don't know what I was thinking letting these books be all unorganized.
Lorne: Well, one does tend to let the housekeeping slide during an Apocalyptolite.
Lorne: It's just a buzz saw. Nothing to get worked up over. It's Gunn and Wes down in the basement. They're dismembering that armor-plated demon, Skip.
Fred: Oh, right. Well, there's been an awful lot of dismembering going on in that basement lately, if you ask me.
Lorne: Well, it's been a busy month.
Connor: You've got to stop torturing yourself, dad. He was like this all the way back in the car.
Connor: She's amazing. You'll go nuts.
Gunn: Yeah, that'll definitely help us relate better.
Gunn: You're a power that... was?
Jasmine: But then something new emerged from deep inside the earth—neither demon, nor god.
Wesley: Man.
Jasmine: And it seemed, for a time, that through this new race, a balance might be restored.
Fred: Guess we really let you down.
Vampire #1: "Let's go to L. A.," you said. "Sun's gone out," you said. "Going to be the feast of the century." But the sun is back, and here we are wasting our time...bowling.
Vampire #2: I'm telling you, something big is coming, and when it gets here, we're gonna be in prime position for—
Angel: An ass whoopin'?
Gunn: What about... Helen?
Wesley: Helen.
Gunn: It's got a ring.
Wesley: Yes, it does. However, something along the lines of... Dianthia or Iphigenia.
Gunn: Those are some long lines.
TV Newscaster: After several weeks of sky-rocketing homicide rates, finally this week a dramatic decrease in southland murders. The Sheriff's Department spokesman attributes the drop to their new "Tough on Crime" policy instituted last month—
Angel: A little credit for the “divinity behind the scenes” policy wouldn't suck.
Jasmine: It's lovely. There's that wonderful smell again— jasmine. Oh, really, Lorne ... It's more than I could ask for.
Lorne: Oh, well, I'm as tickled as, uh, someone so tickled they're out of similes.
Fred: Um, hi. Um, yes. I'm looking for a patient—a man. He was brought in Thursday, named Stover.
Nurse: Are you a family member?
Fred: Am I—? Yes. I have a family. I'm a member. ... He's my brother. Father. My father's brother.
Nurse: I have a Stoller.
Fred: Half-brother. Uncle. Half-uncle. Stoller. That's it.
Fred: I have to ask you...Do you have a history of mental— What I mean to ask is, uh, have you been in this particular ward before?
Stoller: You mean, am I crazy?
Fred: Well, were you before Thursday?
Stoller: You've been called too.
Fred: Called?
Stoller: Called. To the mission.
Fred: Called. No, I... I don't get called. I'm not the called type. I, you know, take messages for my boss. He gets called.
Lorne: Nothing like a homicidal maniac to put a damper on an impromptu spiritual gathering.
Lorne: I should have just let her cut my head off. My species… decapitation loophole.
Diner Guy: Here you go. Looks like you just lost your best friend.
Fred: All of them. I never thought—
Diner Guy: Yeah, well, that's life in the big city.
[He hands her a bill.]
