Fred: But still, it's not like everyone there is evil. I mean, we work with these people. Some of 'em I see more than I see you guys, at least lately, anyway.
Wesley: And you think you can trust him? Them?
Wesley: The ones you're spending so much time with lately. Knox, for example.
Fred: Uh, we're, you know, heh heh, friendly, but he's under me— or I'm on top of him. Professionally.
Angel: It's a legitimate concern. You gave them access to—-
Gunn: I made a deal. We all did. Seems like I'm the only one who's willing to accept that. Everybody here got something out of this.
Angel: Fear. Mistrust. A great motor pool.
Spike: I can't. We got a history, him and me.
Fred: What?
Spike: It was a long time ago. He was a young Watcher, fresh out of the academy, when we crossed paths. It was a, what-you-call, battle of wills...and blood was spilled. Vendettas were sworn. It was a whole—
Fred: My god... you're so full of crap.
Spike: If you find her before she turns. Catch her after she goes all growly, won't be easy taking her out. I had a wee spat with a werewolf myself once. Fought for over an hour. Brutal, vicious. Almost lost my—-
Fred: Angel killed him with a pen.
Spike (to Fred): A lot of fuss over one girl. Other things to do around here—important things.
Angel (to Spike): You know that whoosh thing that you do when you're suddenly not there anymore? I love that.
Nina: Don't tell me what you know! You didn't wake up and find out you're a . . . monster. You don't know anything.
Angel: I'm not a werewolf, like you, but I—I know what it's like. I'm a monster, too.
Nina: So, what? You're, like, a Frankenstein?
Spike: And when it's not that time of month? She'll be wracked by the guilties, what with a soul and all.
Angel: Didn't seem to bother you.
Nina: Must be lonely.
Fred: Sometimes, maybe. But it's not like he doesn't have anyone. We all . . . we try to be there for each other.
Nina: Like a family.
Fred: Yeah. A demon-hunting, helpless-helping, dysfunctional family.
Lorne: Whoa! Watch it there! Just passing by and got splashed with a heap of grouchy.
Angel: I'm not gonna sing.
Lorne: Couldn't bear it if you did.
Angel: Listen, Lorne, this isn't a good time.
Lorne: No . . . no, it never is. Spike showing up your first day in the Wolfram & Hart saddle took the jolly right out of the rancher. We've been feeling it ever since, Angelcakes.
Gunn: I'm all up in the law now, but - damn! - it feels good to get my violence on.
Nina (speaking of her niece): She's a really good artist.
Angel: Oh. My refrigerator's always available, if she's looking to show.
Nina: I just wanna wake up, you know?
Angel: At some point you'll be at the grocery store or with Amanda, and the whole werewolf thing, it'll just be a part of who you are.
Nina: Next you're gonna tell me you actually like being a vampire.
Angel: Well, being nearly indestructible is cool.
Lorne: Just order the usual, Fredikins.
Angel: I'm buying.
Lorne: Ladies and gentlemen, hell just froze over.
