Spike: [after Drogyn has given Spike a look because of his question asking] What's your favorite color? What's your favorite song? Who's the goalkeeper for Manchester United? And how many fingers am I holding up? You wanna kill me. Try. I don't have time for your quirks.
Spike: This goes all the way through... to the other side. So I figure, there's a bloke, somewhere around... New Zealand, standing on a bridge like this one, looking back down at us. All the way down. There's a hole in the world. Feels like we ought to have known.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Would you have loved me?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I've loved you since I've known you. No, that's not-I think maybe even before.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: I'm so sorry.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: No, no, no.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: I need you to talk to my parents. Th-they have to know I wasn't scared, th-that it was quick. That I wasn't scared. Oh, God.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You have to fight. You don't have to talk, just concentrate on fighting. Just hold on.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: I'm not scared. I'm not scared. I'm not scared. Please, Wesley. Why can't I stay?
Spike: It's bollocks, Angel! It's your brand of bollocks from first to last.
Angel: No, you can't ever see the big picture. You can't see any picture!
Spike: I am talking about something primal. Right? Savagery. Brutal animal instinct.
Angel: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, Spike!
Spike: Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to...
Angel: We're bigger. We're smarter. Plus, there's a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors!
Spike: You just want it to be the way you want it to be.
Angel: It's not about what I want!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Sorry. Is this something we should all be discussing?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: It just sounds a little serious.
Angel: It was mostly... theoretical. We...
Spike: We were just working out a - Look, if cavemen and astronauts got into a fight, who would win?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Ah. You've been yelling at each other for 40 minutes about this.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Do the astronauts have weapons?
Spike: Harmony just pulled me out of a very promising poker game down in Accounts Receivable, so this better be good. Oh, and, by the way, all the guys down there agree that astronauts don't stand a chance against cavemen, so don't even start.
Angel: Look, I can't do this anymore.
Spike: Admitting defeat, are you?
Angel: You and me. This isn't working out.
Spike: Are you saying we should start annoying other people?
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: But that doesn't make any sense.
Lorne: I just call it like I see it.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: But the cavemen have fire. That's what they live with in their caves. The astronauts should at least have some sort of weapon.
Angel: Her organs are cooking. In a day's time, they'll liquefy.
Spike: No. Not this girl. Not this day.
[on a private jet to England in an attempt to save Fred]
Angel: Can't lose her, Spike.
Spike: You won't.
Angel: I lost Cordy.
Fred: I walk with heroes. Think about that.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You are one.
Fred: Superhero. And this is my power. To not let them take me.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Kind of cool, physiologically. They reproduce by vomiting up crystals that attract and mutate the microbes around them to form eggs.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Are you trying to turn me on?
Charles Gunn: I gotta be straight with you, 'cause this is kinda blowin' my mind.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Tell me.
Charles Gunn: Fred and I are getting' back together! She was so keyed up from last night's fight, she asked me over. We ended up talkin' for hours like old times. Then, all of a sud- I can't even keep this up, 'cause your face is gonna make me weep. Wes, I am so messin' with you.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Handsome man saves me.
Angel: That's how it works. Let's get crackin'.
[they all leave but Wes]
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Hmph. "Get crackin"? He's such an old fogy.
Lawyer: I'm sorry to interrupt. I just need to know if the Holbein Clan history was here. It was supposed to be faxed to my office.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: It can wait.
Lawyer: These guys are really important. I just need... I mean, the whole company can't be working Miss Burkle's case.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Of course.
[nonchalantly pulls a gun out of his desk and shoots the lawyer in the knee]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [to his secretary] Jennifer, please send anyone else who isn't working Miss Burkle's case to me.
Angel: You wanna bet that's the entrance to the Deeper Well?
Spike: Either that or Christmasland.
[Angel looks at him confused]
Spike: Do you ever have any fun?
Angel: Just hold my hand.
Spike: St. Petersburg.
Angel: Thought you'd forgotten.
[Angel, Spike, and Lorne think Eve had something to do with what's infecting Fred]
Lorne: If I hear one note, one quarter note, that tells me you had any involvement, these two won't even have *time* to kill you.
[Lorne backs away]
Lorne: Oh, and anything by Dianne Warren will also result in your death. Well, except "Rhythm of the Night".
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You don't have to say it.
Angel: I'll say it anyway: Winifred Burkle. Go.
[Fred is dying from a demonic infection]
Knox: Nothing would make me happier than to be the white knight in this situation, and have her look at me the way that... I mean, I don't just care about Fred. I practically worship it.
Charles Gunn: You said "it."
Charles Gunn: Not "her." You said "I worship *it*."
Knox: [smiles evilly] Oops.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: [Gunn, Wesley, Spike, Lorne, Angel, and Knox are all around Fred's bed] It's my boys. I haven't had this many big strapping men at my bedside since that night with the Varsity Lacrosse team.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: That was a joke.
Angel: You just like stabbing me.
Spike: I'm shocked, shocked that you'd say that! I much prefer hitting you with blunt instruments.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Time is not on our side.
Spike: Nobody is on our side.
Drogyn: Your friend talks a lot.
Angel: So much that he's right sometimes.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: My boys. I walk with heroes. Think about that.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [crying, trying to hold himself together] You are one.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Superhero. And this is my power: to not let them take me. Not me.