Angel: I don't even own a TV. He's gonna wanna watch TV. Not too much, I mean, after homework and chores. He's gonna need clothes, weekly allowance... What's good nowadays? Fifty cents, a dollar?
Cordelia: Yeah. If you're Tom Sawyer painting the fence.
Angel: See? I'm so out of touch.
Cordelia: Well, what about rebuilding your club here?
Lorne: That's a great idea, pixie-cat. Except every time I do, you all seem to destroy it.
Cordelia: It was only - three times.
Lilah: Mind if I join you?
Wesley: On many levels and with great intensity.
Lilah: How's your throat? Need a lozenge?
Cordelia: I'm not telling your sixteen-year-old boy that.
Angel: Well, someone has to make sure he knows the facts of life. My track record with the whole man/woman thing isn't, you know... I don't wanna use the words 'tragic farce' but...
Angel: Vampire. You're not in 'Cats.'
Angel: Songs for the love - Lorne. Oh, I get it. Lovelorn, because your name is Lorne.
Linwood: Tie me up, threaten me with sharp objects, but don't let me go. Chowder head!
Linwood: What - you're gonna kill a human in front of your son, set an example?
Gunn: I vote yes!
Angel: You're not human.
Gunn: Now he's humming.
Fred: He's really happy. But not perfectly happy, I hope!
Angel: No! Ouch!
Fred: Just checking.
Wesley: Hmm. You know that sinking feeling you sometimes get the morning after? It arrived early.
Lilah: Don't be thinking about me when I'm gone.
Wesley: I wasn't thinking about you when you were here.
Lilah: So your former boss has a soul and you're losing yours. Why, you're just new all over aren't ya?
