- Lorne: Tell the truth. If the world were to end tonight, would it really, in your heart of hearts, be such a terrible thing?
- [Angel doesn't answer]
- Lorne: Now, now, sweetie, is that a fun place to be?
- Angel: I think you should shut up now.
- Lorne: I'm the Host. Have you met me? I never shut up. You pushed your friends away. You went from helping the helpless to hunting down the guilty. Blood vengeance is a luxury of the lesser being. You're a champion, Angel. I mean, you were, at least.
- Angel: What do you want me to tell you?
- Lorne: Everything. What's in your heart. Why you stopped caring. You know, the whole bowl of wax, so I can help you get back on your path. No need to rush. We got time. You know, not a lot.
- Angel: Redemption. Darla had a shot at redemption. But they took it from her. Now I have to hunt her down and kill her. I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna kill her, and then I'm gonna burn that law firm to the ground. My crew - they couldn't handle that. That's good. It means that they're still human. It means they're better off being fired.
- Lorne: You kind of left them in the cold.
- Angel: It's a lot colder in here.
- Lorne: [to Angel] It's not always gonna be this way. The song changes. Unless, of course, we don't get there on time, in which case - you'll be frozen in this crappy mood forever. I shudder to think.
- Angel: We'll get there.
- Lorne: Look out!
- Angel: Why'd you come to me?
- Lorne: Isn't it obvious? You're a champion. A unique force for good in a troubled world. Also, all the other champions I know are currently out of town or dead. Why? You don't want to work with me? Is this 'cause I sent you on a couple of missions that turned out to be a little...
- Angel: Pointless and deadly?
- Lorne: As for example.
- Angel: Two hundred highly intelligent law school graduates workin' full-time drivin' me crazy. Why the hell is everyone so surprised that it's working? But, no. It's, "Angel, why are you so cranky? Angel, you should lighten up. You should smile. You should wear a nice plaid."
- Lorne: Oo, not this season, honey.
- [Virginia finds Cordelia, Wesley, and Gunn sulking in their run-down new office]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Sorry, sweetheart. You just caught us in a moment of... Well...
- Cordelia Chase: Reality.
- Virginia Bryce: Oh, - that. I avoid that.
- Charles Gunn: How do you avoid reality?
- Virginia Bryce: Money. It cures everything but boredom
- [holds up a basket of food]
- Virginia Bryce: and food cures boredom, so there you go. Imported chips and packets of cheese.
- Charles Gunn: Thanks.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We'll enjoy them huddled 'round our pathetic candles.
- Cordelia Chase: We'll make pathetic nachos.
- Virginia Bryce: You guys are really down.
- Charles Gunn: Yeah, and don't try to tell us there's nowhere to go but up. Because the truth is, there's always more down.
- Angel: [trying to comfort Gene] Well, you know, love... it's a fire.
- Gene Rainey: You've been there.
- Angel: It burns you... alive. Down to the bone and then it turns the bone to ash, and...
- Lorne: I-I think what my chipper friend is trying to say here Gene, is the wheel keeps turning. You-you can't stop it, sometimes things get worse, sometimes they get better.
- Gene Rainey: I want the wheel to stop. Which probably explains the whole time-in-a-box disaster. I can't emphasize enough how sorry I am about that.
- Lorne: [about living] It just don't work, Gene-y. It's like a song. Now, I can hold a note for a long time. - Actually, I can hold a note forever. - But eventually, that's just noise. It's the change we're listening for. The note coming after and the one after that. That's what makes it music.
- Gene Rainey: I guess.
- [pause]
- Gene Rainey: You guys like beer?
- Angel: Beer sounds great.
- Charles Gunn: Okay, everyone parked within ten blocks has a flier on their windshield. We just slightly irritated almost a hundred people.
- Virginia Bryce: I'll call Patty and tell her you'll take the job.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Uh, sweetie, no phone.
- Cordelia Chase: Also, no lights.
- Charles Gunn: And there's a funky smell.
- Virginia Bryce: I wasn't gonna say anything.
- [first lines]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: When they went out of business, they just left these here.
- Cordelia Chase: Yep. Also the desk. We'll share.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: And when we go out of business, we can just leave our stuff for the next guy.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [from under the desk, trying to fix the phone] Aha! Things are looking up. I think I found the right wire. Ah!
- [The lights go out.]
- Charles Gunn: I'm so glad I met you guys. It's entertaining. Really.
- Lorne: [to Angel] So, what we should do is start with the other Karaoke bars, see if we can get a lead on him. That is, if you're not too busy getting lawyers killed and setting girls on fire.
- Val: Denise, thank God you're here. Your boyfriend was just comin' on to me with the old Einstein-Podolsky-Rosen correlation...
- Lorne: [to the Batender] ...And you keep plugging away at that novel, F. Scott. Art is its own reward. Got to give the people hope.
- Lorne: This whole sour pussy mode of yours is starting to grate. You know what your problem is? Are you listening?
- Angel: Do I have a choice?
- Lorne: Your heart isn't in it anymore.
- Angel: I don't have a pulse, so technically, I don't have a heart.
- Lorne: Technically, someone puts a stake through it, you don't have anything anymore. So, Bubba, your heart counts.
- Angel: I have no idea what youre babbling about.
- Lorne: Yes, you do.
- Angel: [to Lorne] You want to know what my problem is? I'm screwed. That's my problem. I can't win. I'm trying to atone for a hundred years of unthinkable evil. News flash: I never can! Never going to be enough. Now I got Wolfram and Hart dogging me. It's too much!
- Library Clerk: [about Gene] Oh, yeah. He's our own Steven Hawking.