- Lindsey McDonald: That's what I like to see. Angel of yore. Takes no prisoners. Suffers no fools. How about this? It's here. It's been here all along, underneath. You're just too damn stupid to see it.
- Angel: See what?
- Lindsey McDonald: The Apocalypse, man. You're soakin' in it.
- Spike: I've seen an Apocalypse or two in my time. I'd know if one was going on under my nose.
- Lindsey McDonald: Not "an" Apocalypse. "The" Apocalypse. What... you think a gong was gonna sound? Time to jump on your horses and fight the big fight? Starting pistol went off a long time ago, boys. Since you came to work here at Wolfram & Hart, you're playin' 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 that everything we do here... it's a distraction to keep us busy from looking under the surface?
- Lindsey McDonald: Ding! We got a winner. Every day the world keeps slidin' 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. The war's here, Angel, and you're already two soldiers down.
- Illyria: I lived seven lives at once. I was power in the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. 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.
- Lorne: What do I think? I think I'm tired. I think I'm sick and tired of wearing bells on my toes and making like everything's gonna be OK. I think it's pathetic that lately I'm too scared and sad to tell people the truth so I just say what they wanna hear instead. Most of all, I think the term "Happy Hour" should be banned from the English language. There's nothing happy about this hour or any other.
- Carlos the Bartender: Oh.
- Lorne: What I know is I started drinking the moment that I found out that a girl I loved was gonna die. Every time I get to the bottom of the glass, I hope that that last drop is gonna take me the distance.
- Carlos the Bartender: OK.
- Lorne: A simple plan that failed utterly, which is why I'm gonna heave my tuchus off this stool, strap the bells on, and with a smile and a quip, go back into the belly of a very ugly beast and pretend like I can help. Hmm. 'Cause that's what the green guy does.
- Illyria: I traveled all of them as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment and of unnamable beauty. Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
- Angel: The Senior Partners - I wanna know everything you know about them. About the Apocalypse. About their plans for me.
- Spike: And for me. The guy with the pen said, "welcome to the team". Must've ment something.
- Lindsey McDonald: You already know what I know. Look around. The world's a cesspool, filled with selfish and greedy beasts. We live. We die.
- [to Eve]
- Lindsey McDonald: Even you, babe.
- Eve: Lindsey, don't.
- Lindsey McDonald: You still happy to see me?
- Angel: Yeah, Hell's on Earth. That's how Wolfram & Hart operates and thrives. Holland Manners tried to sell me that line three years ago.
- Lindsey McDonald: Did you ever prove him wrong?
- Angel: [beat] All how you look at the glass.
- Lindsey McDonald: Angel.
- [sees a knife on Angel's belt]
- Lindsey McDonald: Make it quick.
- Angel: If I was gonna kill you, it wouldn't be quick.
- Illyria: Tell me a joke.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Two men walk into a bar. The first man orders a scotch and soda. The second man remembers something he'd forgotten, and it doubles him over with pain. He falls to the floor shaking and then through the floor into the earth. He looks back up at the first man, but he doesn't call out to him. They're not that close.
- Illyria: And now nightmares are trapped inside the heads of humans... pitiful echoes of themselves. I wonder whom they angered so to merit such a fate.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: This world must be a terrible disappointment to you.
- Illyria: Grievous.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I'm not too impressed with it myself.
- Illyria: You don't worship me at all, do you?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: And you really can't leave.
- Illyria: I... don't know. And I fear in any other dimension in this form I'd be but prey to those I knew. I reek of humanity.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Don't flatter yourself.
- Illyria: Your world is so small. And yet you box yourselves in rooms even smaller. You shut yourselves inside... in rooms, in routines.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: There are things worse than walls. Terrible... and beautiful. If we look at them for too long they will burn right through us. Truths we couldn't bear. Not every day.
- Illyria: We are so weak.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes. Yes, we are.
- Spike: Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get a decently flashy job, like save the girl or steal the emerald. Or save the emerald with the girl.
- Angel: Handsome man saved me from the monsters...
- Spike: Or that... wait, what...
- Angel: That's the first thing Fred said to me in Pylea. She was trapped hiding, afraid... nearly crazy - okay, she was crazy, but she was brave. I should have never let her come here. Bad things always happen here.
- Illyria: You've been sitting for a long time.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yeah. Dozed off.
- Illyria: You drank a great deal of that poison, you called me a lot of names meant to hurt feelings I no longer have, and then you sat there for hours making noise with your nose.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I was dreaming, you twit.
- Lindsey McDonald: Look, it's the hero of the hour.
- Angel: I'm not your hero. I'm your warden.
- Lindsey McDonald: It's all how you look at the glass.
- Angel: I'd have thought a few months of torture at the hands of the Senior Partners would've dug a little deeper.
- Lindsey McDonald: Just scratched the surface. Turns out they can only undo you as far as you think you deserve to be undone. I wonder how Gunn's gonna make it out.
- Illyria: In my time, nightmares walked among us. Walked and danced, skewering victims in plan sight, laying their fears and worst desires out for everyone to see. This to make us laugh.
- Spike: Welcome to the planet. We all paint on our happy faces every day, when all we really want is to pound the neighbor's missus, steal his Ben Franklins, and while we're at it *not* think about the third of the world that's starvin' to death.
- Spike: [Eve's replacement as the Senior Partner's liaison reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out a pen] Wow. Didn't see that coming.
- Harmony Kendall: Uh-oh.
- Lorne: This thing comin' after you, how bad on a scale of, say, one to Terminator?
- Eve: [man walks out of elevator] Oh, God. He's here.
- Harmony Kendall: That's the guy? He's just a suit.
- Security Guard: Hey, you. Stop. Put your hands up!
- [man punches the guard through the stomach]
- Eve, Lorne, Harmony Kendall: Aaaaaaaahhhhh!
- Zach: [Lindsey and Trish kiss as their son Zach bounces on the bed] Stop it!
- Lindsey McDonald: Hey!
- Zach: That's how I get sisters.
- Spike: [seeing instruments of torture in the basement of Lindsey's "house"] Somebody has fun with these.