Cordelia Chase: [cleaning the Hyperion] Oh, this place is never gonna get clean.
Wesley: Buck up. It's just a little dust
Cordelia Chase: Oh, this isn't mere dust. This is 'son of dust'. This is the kind of dust that spawns countless generations of little baby dust. I give up.
Wesley: Very well. We'll just move our offices back to your living room.
Cordelia Chase: And I'm dusting.
[Gunn is looking for Angel and he's told Angel's sleeping]
Cordelia Chase: Maybe *we* can help.
Charles Gunn: You two? I find Deevak, I'm gonna need more than C-3PO and Stick-Figure Barbie backing me up, no offense.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Very little taken.
Wesley: Well, we're hardly prepared to face a demon of Deevak's caliber in our current condition.
Charles Gunn: You ready to pack it in? Only reason I called you was 'cause y'all supposed to be the demon experts.
Angel: Wesley's right. Three vamps, we should have been able to take them all a lot easier and faster than we did. We need to regroup.
Charles Gunn: Maybe the rest of you need a little down time, but I'm gonna track down Jameel and make him talk.
Cordelia Chase: When you do find him, you may wanna be a little more Guy Pearce in "L.A Confidential" and a little less Michael Madsen in "Reservoir Dogs."
Charles Gunn: I haven't bothered to see a movie since Denzel was robbed at the Oscars for "Malcolm X." Later.
Charles Gunn: Where's Angel?
Cordelia Chase: I believe the word is 'hello'?
Charles Gunn: Yeah? 'Cause I thought 'Where's Angel' summed it up. We got work to do.
Cordelia Chase: He's still sleeping.
Charles Gunn: Sleeping? It's 3:30 in the afternoon. I've been up since dawn!
Cordelia Chase: Sort of missing the whole 'creature of the night' angle, isn't he?
Wesley: [gasping] Gunn's in trouble. Can't breathe!
Angel: Gunn can't breathe?
Wesley: [still gasping] I can't breathe!
Angel: [lets go of Wesley's throat] Oh, sorry.
Wesley: [catches his breath] Oh, it's quite alright. Now, about the naked thing...
Lorne: 'Send In The Clowns' and 'Tears Of A Clown', both in one night. What a treat.
Angel: Yeah, well, I, uh, was sorta going for a, you know, medley kind of a thing.
Lorne: Yeah, yeah. More of a due-dly really, wasn't it?
Angel: I couldn't come up with a third.
Lorne: You know, still, I've never seen you open up like that before. Now tell the truth, you've been practicing, haven't you?
Angel: A little.
Lorne: Probably not in front of the mirror.
Angel: In the shower.
Lorne: Yeah, it so shows.
Angel: You think?
Lorne: You really put your heart into it. Question is, what happens to it now?
Lorne: Your heart, you big softie. It may not be beating, but it can still break.
Angel: What do you mean?
Lorne: Well, just that you've come to a bend in your own personal uphill road, bro. Whether or not that slows you down, well, that's up to you.
Angel: Darla. I was afraid you weren't coming.
Darla: Mmm, don't be silly, silly! I've been here the whole time.
Angel: You have?
Darla: Mm-hmm, just waiting for you. Aren't you going to ask me to dance?
Angel: [they begin to dance] I still can't believe you're here. I mean, I killed you.
Darla: I'm over that. You haven't told anyone else about these dates of ours, have you?
Angel: No. I want you all to myself.
Darla: Hmm... I know how you feel.
Angel: It's so strange.
Darla: But good.
Angel: But good.
Lorne: Somebody get these two love-vamps a room!
Charles Gunn: So, could one of you go in there and knock on his coffin?
Cordelia Chase: He doesn't use a coffin. And maybe you've never heard the expression "Let sleeping vampires lie"? He'll rise on his own. Always does.
Charles Gunn: Deevak is a bad-ass. I'm gonna need the serious muscle.
Cordelia Chase: [after staking a group of vampires into dust] I am so sick of dust!
Cordelia Chase: Grease stains all over my new outfit! Okay, so maybe my pain isn't physical, but do you have any idea of the dry cleaning bill I'm looking at?
Cordelia Chase: There you go. Good as new.
Joey: I think you cracked my skull.
Cordelia Chase: Well, that's new, right?
Cordelia Chase: You need protection.
Charles Gunn: And how exactly do you plan on protecting me? With some weak ass ladysmith battle-axe?
Cordelia Chase: Ask Joey, and his cracked skull just how 'weak ass' it is.
Cordelia Chase: Geez, short enough leash, or do you just go all warm and tingly on the whole power-trip thing?
Charles Gunn: Some people need dicipline to survive. Now, when we get inside, just shut up and stick close to me.
Cordelia Chase: Hold on there, General Lee Simo, I'm not one of your toy soldiers you can just boss around.
Charles Gunn: I don't even want you here.
Cordelia Chase: Too bad. I am here, and I don't take orders. Well, except from Angel. And, at least he usually asks nicely. And besides, I don't need you to tell me how to behave at a party. Trust me, I know how to blend.
Cordelia Chase: Okay, not exactly blending. Maybe, I'll just shut up and stick close to you.
Veronica: Who's your friend?
Cordelia Chase: Who, me? I'm no friend. I mean I'm just here on business. I'm a working girl. That came out wrong. I mean, obviously I'm not a 'working girl'. Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to, of course I could. God that sounded stuck up, didn't it? I didn't mean to imply that I could be a working girl and you couldn't. Far from it. You'd make a great... Could you just point me to the hor d'oeuvers?
Charles Gunn: You don't have the keys?
Cordelia Chase: Well, I-I kinda left them in the car when I went in to save you. I thought you were in danger. Every second counted.
Charles Gunn: You know, I gotta tell you, you are one high-maintenance chick.
Cordelia Chase: The keys are here... somewhere.
Charles Gunn: You are killin' me!
Cordelia Chase: Can't you, you know, hot-wire it?
Charles Gunn: Just cause I know some car theives, don't mean I am one.
Darla: You take care of so many people, but who takes care of you?
Angel: [smiling] You do.
Darla: That's right. I do. Come on. Come on. Leak back. Now, you just relax and let Darla take care of you. How's that?
Darla: I'm just getting started, baby. I know how to please you. All you have to do is let me. I could just eat you up.
Cordelia Chase: Angel is not gonna be happy. Do you know what he's gonna do to me when he finds out I let his car get stolen? I mean, what are the chances that a vampire has full insurance with a low deductible?
Charles Gunn: I'll find the car.
Cordelia Chase: And how exactly are you gonna do that?
Charles Gunn: I know a couple of guys in this part of town that jack vintage cars. We'll run down the list until we find Angel's ride.
Cordelia Chase: And then what? You're just gonna ask them to give it back?
Charles Gunn: I'll say please
Cordelia Chase: Ooh! I forgot. You'll use your famous charm. Like you did this afternoon with that pigeon stool.
Charles Gunn: It's stool pigeon. - And you don't have clue why I do the things I do!
Cordelia Chase: Paging Mr. Rationalization!
Charles Gunn: Paging Ms. About-to-be-thrown-out-of-a-moving-vehicle.
Wesley: Come on. What are you waiting for?
Angel: [holds up a pink motorcycle helmet] I-I-I really don't think it's gonna fit.
Wesley: Oh, of course it will. Put it on.
Angel: You know, I-I don't need a helmet for protection.
Wesley: Angel. It's the law in California. Do you want us to get pulled over?
Wesley: Then what's the problem?
Angel: Well, it-it's just, you know... the whole... visibility issue, not to mention the whole hat-head thing and, you know, when you really think about it, how come I have to wear the ladies helmet?
Wesley: Stop being such a wanker and put it on!
[Angel puts the pink helmet on]
Wesley: Looks good. Hop on board gorgeous.
Angel: You'll pay for this.
Deevak: How touching. A woman willing to die with her man.
Cordelia Chase: Oh, no. He's not my man. He-he's just a friend. And, about the willing to die part...
Charles Gunn: You must be Deevak. They told me you were ugly, but damn.
Deevak: And you're the big bad Gunn.
Cordelia Chase: I've also got this.
[Gunn looks unimpressed]
Cordelia Chase: Mace.
Charles Gunn: Mace?
Cordelia Chase: Squirt, squirt, right in the eyes?
Charles Gunn: You expectin' me to be jumped by a couple of purse-snatchin' demons?