Wesley: You're overlooking the tactical merits of my assassination scenario.
Angel: Guys--
Gunn: Hey, in my plan, he still wakes up dead by Thursday.
Angel: Guys! C.E.O. Right here. In the dark.
Wesley: Yes, oddly, once again we find ourselves in a bit of a gray--
Angel: Don't--
Wesley: --area.
Angel: --say that! Can we just get through one damn day without saying that?!
Spike: You talk a lot for somebody saying nothing.
Lindsey: You've got a destiny--
Spike (slams Lindsey against the wall): Like the destiny that was supposed to be at the bottom of a cup of perpetual nothing?
Spike: Visions?
Lindsey: Yeah, like brain pictures, but they hurt. Like when you eat ice cream too fast. You start seeing people in trouble . . . who need a champion.
Spike: Hey, you are barking up the wrong vampire. That's Angel's beat.
Lindsey: Angel's not in the picture anymore, all right? He's working the other side of the tracks.
Woman: Thank you! Thank you! That thing was gonna kill me!
Spike: Well, what do you expect? Out alone in this neighborhood: I got half a mind to kill you myself, you half-wit.
Woman: What?
Spike: I mean, honestly, what kind of retard wears heels like that in a dark alley? Take two steps, break your bloody ankle.
Harmony: Any business with the senior partners, I'm supposed to tell Angel immediately.
Wesley: I'll take care of it, Harmony.
Harmony: Also, any time something comes in with runes on it, I'm supposed to tell Angel immediately . . . and not try and read the runes myself . . . 'cause that can cause a fire.
Angel: What's wrong?
Fred: Nothing. I can't seem to find anything wrong with you. I mean . . . except that you're empty. There's nothing left. Just a shell.
Lindsey: You got water, electricity, heating - all the basics. Even got a Korean market on the corner, open all night.
Spike: Look, I appreciate what you've done for me, making me corporeal and all, but I draw the line at being your kept boy.
Wesley: If you want to save the world, we've got the resources to help you do it.
Spike: No offense, Mr. Vader, but I've got no itch to join the evil empire.
Gunn: It's different. You know it. We've changed things.
Spike: Look, I told Angel, and I'll tell you. A place like that doesn't change . . . not from the inside. Not from the out. You sign on there, it changes you. Puts things in your head.
Wesley: Apparently we're not good enough for him.
Gunn: Thinks we sold out.
Fred: We didn't sell out: we're changing the system from the inside.
Gunn: You know, when you say it out loud, it sounds really naive.
Angel: Playing your own game here? What do you think the partners'll do to you after they find out about your little extracurricular activities?
Eve: So, things aren't going your way, and you're looking for someone outside your little circle to blame. Here's a thought - maybe you should try looking inward . . . unless you don't like what you see.
