- Darla: See, Lindsey, during my stint as Wolfram & Hart's puppet, something occurred to me: I loath being used. If I recall, I sent you a fifteen-body memo to that effect.
- [last lines]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I thought you'd like to know that we're keeping the agency open. With or without you. You may have turned your back on your mission, but we haven't. Someone has to fight the good fight.
- Angel: [voice over] Let them fight the good fight. Someone has to fight the war.
- [first lines]
- Cordelia Chase: What just happened? Can someone explain to me what just happened here?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I believe we were fired.
- Charles Gunn: Canned.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Let go.
- Charles Gunn: Axed.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Shown the door.
- Charles Gunn: Booted.
- Cordelia Chase: Alright! I get it! But what just happened? Fired! Angel fired us?
- Lindsey McDonald: [talking about the massacre] I'm the only one left.
- Police Officer: Hey, we've got a live one here.
- Lindsey McDonald: We do? Lilah!
- Virginia Bryce: Well, his loss is the world's gain. You'll get another job
- [snaps fingers]
- Virginia Bryce: just like that! What else can you do?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [thinks long and hard] Not much.
- Cordelia Chase: You see, that's what I'm saying. If Wesley hadn't been all shaking his finger...
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: No, no, no.
- Cordelia Chase: And, no, no, no, this whole Darla thing woulda have just... you know blown over.
- Charles Gunn: What?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Blown over? Angel is obsessed with Darla. Obsessions don't just blow over.
- Charles Gunn: Right.
- Cordelia Chase: Well, you certainly didn't help by making him feel guilty about it. You shamed him into firing us.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You're blaming this on me?
- Cordelia Chase: I'm not blaming... Yes, I'm blaming you. You get the blame.
- Charles Gunn: I don't know. I mean, if I had to listen to you two, day in, day out. Snipe, snipe, snipe. Bitch, bitch, bitch! I figure y'all got off easy, 'cause I would have killed you.
- Cordelia Chase: [scoffs] That's rich, coming from Mr. "I-Don't-Take-Orders-Now-Where-Do-I-Stick-My-Axe?"
- Charles Gunn: What does that supposed to mean?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Well, Gunn... You've never been very supportive of Angel's leadership role. I remember a certain shroud...
- Charles Gunn: Hold up, hold up. Are you trying to tell me this is my fault?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Well, how is a man supposed to run a business if his employees won't follow directives?
- Charles Gunn: Was one of his directives, "Hire a pansy-ass British guy?".
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: My ass is not pansy!
- Drusilla: He won't leave.
- Darla: I don't wanna hear this.
- Drusilla: We could have a thousand soldiers, and still he'd come... Galloping, galloping, still he'll come.
- Darla: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel? I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?
- Drusilla: You miss him, like a heartbeat.
- Darla: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured of. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.
- Drusilla: Ooh, flogging! Ooh, churches...
- Darla: In a perfect world, we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing, as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.
- Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
- Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world, they'd be nothing left here but ashes.
- Drusilla: And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams. Oh, it's like star music.
- Darla: That's nice, Dru. Now, hurry up. We can't be late.
- Cordelia Chase: Darla. It's all about Darla. One thing you can say about Angel, at least he's consistent. It's always some little blonde driving him over the edge.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Bloody Mary, please.
- Barkeeper: You want real blood with that?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Uh, no. Bloodless, thanks.
- Lilah Morgan: Oh, what's wrong, Lindsey? You bitter cause your girlfriend didn't slit my throat?
- Lindsey McDonald: I think you might be overstating it. I'd say more like "bummed."
- Lilah Morgan: Sorry to disappoint.
- Angel: [voice over] I'm not ready yet. Too many years spent sleeping in soft beds... living in a world where I don't belong. I can't fight now. Not yet. But soon.
- Lindsey McDonald: This power that you want, does it have a target? You going after Angel?
- Darla: Don't say that. Not everything is about Angel, Lindsey. I just want to have some fun.
- Lindsey McDonald: Well, you see I'm surprised, because I thought that you would make him your top priority.
- Darla: I spent two hundred and fifty years without Angel. You think just because i went through a little human phase, I'd go all gooey?
- Lindsey McDonald: No. No, I thought you'd kill him.
- Darla: All in good time, my love. All in good time.
- Cordelia Chase: Wesley!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Cordelia! How... odd to see you.
- Cordelia Chase: What are you doing here?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Me? Oh, I just came in for a drink.
- Cordelia Chase: Ah, because only demon karaoke bars have those. You were gonna sing.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Sing? Oh, dear Lord, no. No. I merely... What are you doing here?
- Cordelia Chase: Oh! Ah, well... I was umm in the neighborhood.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You live fifteen miles away.
- Cordelia Chase: Well, you know L.A. It's all one really big neighborhood.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I see.
- Charles Gunn: What about her? Maybe if she'd had a couple more visions, Angel would have been too distracted to think about this Darla chick, huh?
- Cordelia Chase: Earth to retards! If you have an obsession, you pretty much squeeze it into your schedule, no matter what!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Ah-ha! So you admit it is an obsession.
- Cordelia Chase: No... I mean, yes, but no!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Hypocrite.
- Cordelia Chase: Ass pansy!
- Virginia Bryce: You've gotta be kidding me. He fired you? He can't fire you. You're on a mission to protect the innocent. You can't fire someone on a mission. What did he say, exactly?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: "You're fired".
- Virginia Bryce: Oh. Well, can you file a grievance with the union?
- Lindsey McDonald: What do you expect, Lilah? We're the only survivors of a massacre. It's natural that we're under suspicion.
- Lilah Morgan: Yeah, well, you know what I don't like about suspicion? The part where they find us two weeks from now dead in some freak accident.
- Lilah Morgan: We're no good to you dead, Darla. The Senior Partners are looking for someone to blame for your massacre.
- Darla: But, surely they wouldn't kill the both of you. Seems like such a waste.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Come to find your destiny, have you?
- [Cordelia nods]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: And who was gonna help you with that?
- Cordelia Chase: Shania Twain or Madonna. I hadn't decided.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We came, we sang, we
- [gags]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: fought the urge to regurgitate...
- Angel: [voice over] When Wolfram and Hart take a life, they do it at a distance. I don't have that luxury. It's time. I'm not on their level. But I can get there. And when I do, I'll be right up close. I'll bring the fight to them.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: So, I'll assume it's not Madonna. But what song were you gonna sing?
- Charles Gunn: You wouldn't know it.
- Cordelia Chase: Well, I, for one, would just like to point out the patheticness that is us. This is all Angel's fault. Hope he's happy now. All alone in his demon world with no one to talk to.
- Darla: Wow, that was something. But violence without victims? See, that's where you lose me.
- Demon: Who the hell are you?
- Darla: My name is Darla. This is Drusilla. We're new in town, though some of you know us by reputation.
- Demon: I ain't never heard of you before.
- [Drusilla rips his ears off]
- Darla: Now you never will. I trust we have everyone's attention. Good. We've come with a little proposition.
- Cordelia Chase: So how do we find her?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We start with basics. First, we examine the area for any tell-tale signs of a particular kind of... eugh.
- Charles Gunn: There's different kinds of "eugh"?
- Virginia Bryce: You know what it is? He's jealous.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Your father?
- Virginia Bryce: No, Angel! You had to impersonate him to rescue me, and you were too good an Angel!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: ...I don't think so
- Hunt Acrey: Not to mention the fact that both of you have been extremely negligent about informing us of visits from certain ladies who, lest we forget, ate the majority of our contracts department.