- The Groosalugg: Angel, you and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion. Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my council must assuredly hold weight. So I beseech you to heed my words.
- Angel: Okay.
- The Groosalugg: Pomegranate mist is the wrong color for this room.
- The Groosalugg: [discussing paint colors] Or, perhaps this unique one called "Pur-plah".
- Angel: Purple. Yet you have no problems pronouncing "pomegranate".
- The Groosalugg: It was my mother's name.
- Angel: What are the odds...
- Cordelia Chase: You can run away, avoid talking about this, but you know as well as I do that stuff we do in the past usually comes back to bite us in our respective "assi". And what you did...
- Angel: Okay! So maybe I wasn't thinking too clearly. I mean, I was drunk for a while. Drunk on my own son's blood, slipped into my food by the good folks at Wolfram and Hart. And my head was a little clouded with rage over a trusted friend stealing my child from me- Damnit Cordelia! You got me talkin' about this.
- Cordelia Chase: Probably just needed to vent.
- Angel: At least we have one advantage.
- Cordelia Chase: What? They glow in the dark? How's that supposed to help us unless we shut off all the lights in the- Holy crap. You're not serious.
- Cordelia Chase: I give up. Tried soaking it out, tried scrubbing it out. No question, we've got ring around the lobby. I say we toss in the towel and buy a big-ass throw rug. Who's with me?
- [a creature like a transparent scorpion slithers from a corpse and makes a dash across the Hyperion lobby floor. Cordelia screams and pulls herself up onto the counter desk]
- Charles Gunn: Okay. That was a thing.
- Winifred 'Fred' Burkle: A big, ugly slug thing!
- Cordelia Chase: [panicky] Ooh! Where did it go?
- The Groosalugg: [fiercely] It has vanished. Just like the glass eels in the Krag Swamp in UxenBlarg.
- [off their looks]
- The Groosalugg: I'm just making an observation.