Angel: What you did to me was unbelievable, Connor. But then, I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for 100 years, so a few months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective. But I did get time to think... about us... about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us - champions. Doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world is as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be.
[Angel walks right up to Connor and stares at him]
Angel: I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.
Angel: So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish, went mad with hunger, hallucinated a whole bunch.
Connor: You deserve worse.
Angel: 'Cause I killed Holtz. Except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy off shore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually, he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick, just to make you hate me.
Connor: Even if... you still deserved it.
Angel: What I deserve is open to debate. But understand, there's a difference between wishing vengeance on someone, and taking it. So now the question becomes, what do you deserve?
[Connor gets up from the chair in a rush and tries to run out the door, but Angel slams him across the room, into the wall, where Connor falls to the ground]
Angel: Daddy's not finished talking.
Angel: Wesley told me everything that's been going on. So as far as I'm concerned, what you deserve rests on one answer. Did you do something to Cordelia?
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: He's lying.
Connor: No, I'm not.
Charles Gunn: No way she just happened to disappear the same night.
Connor: I'm telling the truth, okay?
Angel: I know. I can tell. Done enough lying for me to know the difference. Truth has a better sound to it. Less nasal, you know.
[Lilah has told Linwood that she spoke with the Senior Partners]
Linwood Murrow: [incredulous] Are you actually telling me that you went over my head?
[Lilah taps her PDA. A blade snaps out of Linwood's chair, decapitating him]
Lilah Morgan: Just under it, actually.
Angel: We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be.
Lorne: Back in Pylea, they used to call me 'sweet potato'.
Lorne: Yeah, well, the exact translation was 'fragrant tuber', but...
Charles Gunn: You okay?
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: No. You?
Charles Gunn: Nope.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: Nice we still do things together.
Charles Gunn: Right, we'll just stroll into their heavily guarded law offices, and ask Lilah the Evil Bitch Queen for help finding out what happened to their archenemy, but, we're kinda broke so it'll have to be pro bono.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [to Justine] I'll take away your bucket.
Charles Gunn: [about Connor] If he ain't dead, I'm gonna kill him.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: It's gonna be okay. Angel and Cordy are out there somewhere. And no matter what the Powers-That-Screw-You throw at us, we're gonna find 'em.
Lilah Morgan: Maybe you can lead them in a rousing chant and get them to muster up a little more vague.
Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: [to Connor] I know you're still hurting. But, I promise, it's not nearly as much as you're gonna hurt for what you did to your father.