- [watching Cordelia drink a supply of blood from his fridge]
- Angel: I don't think I've ever realized just how disgusting that was.
- Cordelia: I learned something, too. I learned, um, men are evil? Oh, wait, I knew that. I learned that LA is full of self-serving phonies. Nope. Had that one down, too. Ahh, sex is bad?
- Angel: We all knew that.
- Cordelia: Okay. I learned that I have two people I trust absolutely with my life. And that part's new.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: As a point of courtesy I like to get to know my opponents before I engage them in mortal combat. Do you... uh... do you have any hobbies?
- Wilson Christopher: You shouldn't sneak up on people like that in here. That's how accidents happen.
- Angel: Speaking of accidents, I'm a friend of Cordelia Chase.
- Wilson Christopher: This is a private club. Featured word: private.
- Angel: Hey, you don't talk to me, I'll kick your ass. Featured word: ass.
- Angel: Hey, y'know, I-I-I'm startin' to get the big picture here. You guys proxy for Big Daddy Demon. He imbues you with his life force or whatever it is you're implanting in these women.
- Jason: He has trouble finding his own dates. We just... help him out a little, that's all.
- Wilson Christopher: Shut up, Jason.
- Angel: And you get what in return, huh? Fame, money, success? That's it, isn't it? How else would losers like you get ahead?
- [chuckles]
- Angel: I mean, you'd *have* to become procreative surrogates for a vile demonic entity.
- Jason: [smirking] Well, mostly, I do it for the sex.
- Cordelia: [about a director] He says that all I had to do is let him impregnate me with his demon master's seed, and I've got the part!