- Faith: I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad!
- [She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking him]
- Faith: I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it.
- [Wesley comes running out of the house]
- Faith: Angel please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: If there's even a chance she could be reasoned with...
- Angel: There was. Last year, I had a shot at saving her. I was pulling her back from the brink when some British guy kidnapped her and made damn sure that she'd never trust another living soul.
- Cordelia Chase: Angel, it's not Wesley's fault that *some* British guy ruined your- Oh, wait.
- [to Wesley]
- Cordelia Chase: That was you.
- [to Angel]
- Cordelia Chase: Go on.
- Cordelia Chase: Phantom Dennis, let us in. It's alright. It's only Wesley.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Dennis your ghost, I presume?
- Cordelia Chase: Yes. He's jealous.
- [to Dennis]
- Cordelia Chase: Don't worry, hell will freeze over before I have sex with him.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Thank goodness for small favors.
- Angel: Giles said she left Sunnydale about a week ago. He described her mental state as borderline psychotic.
- Cordelia Chase: That explains her outfit.
- Lindsey McDonald: While we're on the subject, I remember you throwing one of my clients through a window. Killed him, if I'm not mistaken.
- Angel: Yes. I seem to remember. The window was just about that size. Too bad the body burned up before it hit the ground. I might have needed a good lawyer.
- Lindsey McDonald: I'm sorry, we only handle a certain class of clientele.
- Angel: I'm sure I killed enough people to qualify.
- Angel: That gypsy girl you brought me - her people found out. They-they did something to me.
- Darla: A spell?
- Angel: Funny. You would think with all the people I've maimed and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every single one. Help me.
- Darla: The spell. They gave you a soul. A filthy soul! No! You're disgusting!
- Angel: Darla.
- Darla: No, get away from me.
- Angel: You brought her here. I am like you.
- Darla: You're not like anything. Get away from me. Get out! I'll kill you!
- Faith: Who is 'we', and why do they know about me when I don't know jack about you?
- Lilah Morgan: Green is my favorite color. I look good in diamonds. And I love riding in limousines.
- Cordelia Chase: I'm gonna pack a bag.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Cordelia, please. Just a few things. We're not going on safari.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Seems you're taking this personally.
- Angel: Well, she tried to shoot my own personal back, so yeah.
- Lilah Morgan: I'll make the contact.
- Lee Mercer: I don't think so. It's my deal; I'll make the contact.
- Lilah Morgan: Let me think about it... No.
- Lee Mercer: Why not?
- Lilah Morgan: It's your people skills. You don't have any.
- Lee Mercer: You bitch.
- Lilah Morgan: See.
- Angel: Help me track her down. I want you two to check police reports - beatings, killings - anything within the last week, possibly near bus stations and bars. And then you make yourselves scarce. I don't want to give her any free targets.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You've been targeted by a psychotic! I'm certainly not going to run and hide.
- Cordelia Chase: I like the plan where I'm scarce.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We've got to band together. Strength in numbers.
- Cordelia Chase: Two is a number.
- [to Wesley about Angel]
- Cordelia Chase: You can always tell when he's happy. His scowl is slightly less scowly.