Cordelia: [referring to Wesley] Check out Giles: The Next Generation.
[after meeting Cordelia]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: My. She's cheeky, isn't she?
Faith: Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.
Angel: You and me, Faith, we're a lot alike. Time was, I thought humans existed just to hurt each other. But then I came here. And I found out that there are other types of people. People who genuinely wanted to do right. And they make mistakes. And they fall down. You know, but they keep caring. Keep trying. If you can trust us, Faith, this can all change. You don't have to disappear into the darkness.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Does everybody know about you?
Buffy Summers: She's a friend.
Cordelia: Let's not exaggerate.
[about trying to help Faith accept what she's done]
Angel: It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall.
Mr. Trick: [launching his attack on the slayers] Fangs, don't fail me now!
Faith: Fangs don't fail me now? What is this, a minstrel show?
[Trick lunges, and she dusts him]
Faith: Stake, do your stuff!
[the Mayor is shredding papers in a shredder]
Mayor Richard Wilkins: This isn't working.
Mr. Trick: It's supposed to do something besides shred paper?
Mayor Richard Wilkins: It's supposed to cheer me up it what it's supposed to do. Why in the world would Allan leave a paper trail a mile long about our dealings? You think he was going to betray me? Oh no, that's a horrible thought! Now he's dead and I'll never have the chance to, well... scold him and find out.