Angel: If they were here, I wouldn't be alone. Why am I alone?
Harmony: Well, you can be super grouchy.
Harmony: Everyone's otherwise occupado, Boss. Wesley's stuck babysitting Miss "I used to rule the world, bow down before me, minion scum." Why aren't we killing her, again?
Angel: Gunn.
Harmony: Maybe . . . if we had a really big one.
Angel: We don't have a--
Spike: A name? That's probably for the best. You'd want to be "Angel's Avengers" or something.
Angel: "Angel's Avengers," that's . . .
[He trails off, considering it.]
Spike: What? I'm listening - with beer.
Spike: You're fixing to do something stupid, aren't you.
Angel: Done it. Came here.
Eve: What could you possibly do to me? I've been trapped in this house for weeks like a-
Spike: Rat? Snake? Beady little rat snake?
Angel: Call security, put 'em on red alert. Nobody gets in this building without clearance from me. I want a guard at every entrance, every elevator, every stairwell. Cover the whole building.
Harmony: Okay, but you know how that never works--
Angel: Harmony.
Harmony: On it.
Angel: I know you feel bad about your part in what happened to Fred. And you should. For the rest of your life, it should wake you up in the middle of the night. And it will. Because you're a good man. You signed a piece of paper - that's all.
Gunn: But I knew. Not about Fred, but when I signed, I knew there would be consequences.
Angel: The thing about atonement is, you never run out of chances . . . but you gotta take 'em. You can't hide in some hospital room and pretend it's all gonna go away . . . 'cause it never will.
[Wesley is dreaming.]
Fred: You always know where you are.
Wesley: It's my particular skill.
Fred: This is only the first layer. Don't you wanna see how deep I go?
Wesley: It was a nightmare. I don't suppose you have nightmares - or sleep or any of that human crap.
Illyria: In my time, nightmares walked among us, walked and danced, skewering victims in plain sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This to make us laugh.
Wesley: I'll bet you were jolly as frat boys.
Wesley: This world must be a terrible disappointment to you.
Illyria: Grievous.
Wesley: I'm not too impressed with it myself.
Illyria: Why don't you leave?
Angel: What are you? What do you do for the Senior Partners?
Eve: I'm a liaison. I liaise.
Eve: Angel, for someone so old, you're so young.
Eve: I'm not lying. [to Lorne] Tell him I'm not lying!
Lorne: No one can fake it through the Piņa Colada song. Not once the chorus kicks in.
Gunn: There's a door by the kitchen. Might be a way out, through the cellar.
Lindsey: No! We can't go down there, not the cellar!
Spike: Cellar it is, then.
Lorne: Where's Gunn? Angel?
Angel: He, uh . . . he stayed behind.
Lorne: Stayed behind? But you never leave a . . . or . . . I guess we do. That's what we do now.
Wesley: The walls don't press in as hard when you can't see them.
Illyria: But they're still here.
Illyria: Now . . . I'm trapped . . . on a roof. Just one roof. In this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a Smurf . . . You don't worship me at all, do you?
Illyria: I reek of humanity.
Wesley: Don't flatter yourself.
Lindsey: Starting pistol went off a long time ago, boys. You're playing for the bad guys. Every day you sit behind your desk and you learn a little more how to accept the world the way it is. Well, here's the rub: heroes don't do that. Heroes don't accept the world the way it is. They fight it.
Angel: You're saying everything we do . . . it's a distraction . . . to keep us busy from looking under the surface.
Lindsey: Ding! We have a winner! The world keeps sliding towards entropy and degradation, and what do you do? You sit in your big chair, and you sign your checks, just like the Senior Partners planned. War is here, Angel. And you're already two soldiers down.
