Lorne: In this city, you better learn to get along 'cause LA's got it all. The glamour and the grit, the big breaks and the heartaches... the sweet, young lovers and the nasty, ugly, hairy fiends that suck out your brain through your face. It's all part of that big, whacky variety show we call Los Angeles. You never know what's comin' next. And let's admit it, folks... isn't that why we love it?

Gym Guy: That guy has horns.
Angel: Steroids. Not good for you.

Angel: You got your steam, you got your sauna, your fresh towels... I mean, how bad could it be?
Cordelia: You shower with a lot of men.
Angel: I'll always be a loner.

Lilah: You have every right to review the contract. I encourage it. We'll talk on Monday. Of course, if you don't sign, we'll sue your ass off and kill your children... just kidding, Donald. Nobody wants a lawsuit.

Darla: He had consumption.
Lindsey: And died way too soon. Lot of that goin' around.

Darla: He killed me. I remember now... with a soul in his heart.
Lindsey: He's taken from both of us. So when you feel ready, we'll start thinkin' about getting a little back.
Darla: Angel... it's been a long time. I'd love to see that boy.

Wesley: Prio Motu.
Angel: Ancient Ofga beast... bred to maim and massacre...
Cordelia: Goody. A pit bull.
Angel: Okay, now we know what we're dealing with - a Prio Motu. Now we need to find it. Right now we've got it narrowed down to 'somewhere'.

Cordelia: Maybe it's time to pay your stoolie a little visit, make with the chin music until he canaries... [off their looks] I've been watching a little noir festival on Bravo.

Lorne: Well, I can see someone's feelin' pretty zippy. Liz, I know it's hatching time, and you're looking forward to that. But there's more to life than eating your young. Now let me tell you what I see in your aura...

Lorne: Love the coat. It's all about the coat. Welcome to Caritas. You know what that means?
Angel: It's Latin for 'mercy'.
Lorne: Smart and cute. How 'bout gracing us with a number?
Angel: I don't sing.
Lorne: Neither does Mordar the Bentback. That cat's a foghorn on two legs.

Lorne: I know you're feelin' smooth, in the groove... isn't that the thing that comes before a fall?
Angel: There're three things I don't do: tan, date, and sing in public.
[Angel exits]
Lorne: See ya 'round. [to Wes & Cordy] How fabulous would I look in that coat?

Angel: It's all right. He's dead.
Woman: What did you do? Oh my God... what have you done?

Angel: I help people.
Woman: You're joking, right? God, I hate this town.
Angel: Really, what was he protecting you from?
Woman: Things you couldn't handle.
Angel: Like what?
Woman: Like the Tribunal! Look, I don't know who you are or what your deal is. And I don't care. He was my protector. I had one friend in this world, and you killed him. Now you stay the hell away from me.

Wesley: What, we're supposed to think a creature like that can suddenly change its modus operandi overnight? Turn into some noble protector and defender of... [looks at Angel]... oh, God.
Cordelia: I didn't feel any fear when I saw him. Angel was probably supposed to help him, not... Thanks for the obscure visions! We're doin' great with that.

Gunn: Angel.
Angel: It's been a while. You well?
Gunn: Picture of health and harmony. Look at you, dog - you haven't aged a bit.
Angel: Got a situation.
Gunn: So much for the small talk.

Angel: You ever hear of a Prio Motu?
Gunn: That like a '62 Chevy with the big cam? [off Angel's look] All right, I coulda just said 'no'...

Gunn: This Prio Motu guy - what's he up to?
Angel: He was protecting a young, pregnant woman.
Gunn: He was on our side?
Angel: Yeah.
Gunn: Well, did you find the scumbag that killed him?
Angel: I'm the scumbag that killed him.
Gunn: Oh.

Angel: I need them to see this right away. Tell them it might have something to do with the Tribunal.
Gunn: The Tribunal. Got it. [pause] What, you gonna hang here and soak up the guilt?
Angel: Something like that.

Woman: You shouldn't be here. You don't have the right.
Angel: I know. It's not really my choice, either. Kamal's mission is mine now.
Woman: You sound just like him. You guys with your mission and ancient laws and medieval codes of honour... well, I'm not interested. I'm just tryin' to protect my baby.
Angel: I understand.
Woman: How could you? I don't even understand it. I mean, six months ago, I'm workin' the register at Costco. I did my time as a stock girl, and I was moving up. I was gonna be able to provide for my baby. Now all I wanna do is make sure she gets born.
Angel: I want that too.
Woman: Right, right. Because she's some seer or leader or Joan of Arc. Well, you know what she is to me? My daughter. Not someone's holy mission.

[knock knock]
Cordelia: Who is it?
Gunn: Gunn.
Wesley: What was that?
Cordelia: Something about a gun. What if it's a demon with a gun?
Wesley: Listen up, whoever you are. We're well armed, and we know how to do battle, so if you know what's good for you...
Gunn: My name is Gunn. Angel sent me.
Cordelia: [answering the door] Well, this is a little embarrassing. Please, come in. Wesley, you've heard Angel talk about Gun. He's a great guy with a really fly street tag.
Wesley: What's he fly?
Cordelia: It's how they know you on the street, dorko. "Gun". It really lets 'em know you mean business.
Gunn: It's my name. Charles Gunn? Two n's.

Cordelia: It's nice to finally meet.
Gunn: I've seen you before.
Cordelia: Really? The Tan'n'Screen commercials!
Gunn: I saw you in bed.
Cordelia: What?!
Wesley: I-I can see that this is none of my business...
Gunn: You too.
Wesley: Now, just a moment!
Gunn: [smiling] In the hospital. After Angel's building blew? He sent me to keep an eye on you two.
Cordelia: Right.
Gunn: I'm just messin' with y'all. I was hopin' for some demon-fightin' tonight, but I wound up with a delivery job instead.

Woman: Where are we?
Angel: Come on.
[they enter The Hyperion]
Woman: You've been here before... It feels creepy.
Angel: [looking up at the balcony] Yeah.

Cordelia: You can't see everything. You've just a vampire, like everyone else... that didn't come out right.
Angel: I thought I was out of the tunnel.
Cordelia: Sure you did. Because the tunnel is... you know, it's something we all... Are we talking a real tunnel or symbolic? Just give me that much.
Angel: I saw the light at the end of the tunnel - that someday I might become human. That light was so bright... I thought I was already out.
Cordelia: Yeah. We all got a little cocky, didn't we? It's gonna be a long while 'til you work your way out. But I know you well enough to know you will. And I'll be with you until you do.
Angel: How about your inevitable stardom?
Cordelia: I'm not saying I won't have a day job.

Angel: Look, we gotta find her, whatever it takes. There's only one way... [cut to] "...Oh, Mandy. Well, you came and you gave without takin'..."
Cordelia: That man will do anything to save a life.

Lorne: Hey, how 'bout that? A performer! Why don't we just call him Angel, the vampire with soul. [murmurs from the audience] I'm gonna have a chat with Mr. Tall, Dark & Rockin'. Meanwhile, Dirthok the Childeater's gonna open up to y'all. He's searchin' for the Gorshin Mage who stole his power, and he's feelin' just a little bit country...

Angel: Tell me where they are.
Lorne: Well, who's a little curt? Who's a little Curt Jurgens in The Enemy Below? The Tribunal will be wherever she is. She can't escape it.
Angel: Where is she?
Lorne: My question first. And answer true 'cause you know I'll know... why 'Mandy'?
Angel: Well, I-I know the words... [looks around, whispers] I-I kinda think it's pretty.
Lorne: And it is, ya great big sap! There's not a destroyer of worlds can argue with Manilow. Good for you for fessin' up.

Lorne: I can only tell you what I tell you. The rest is up to you.
Angel: Can I save her?
Lorne: Try. And find out.

Judge: Two are chosen to meet in combat. One can save your life. One can take it. This is the ancient law. Your life is forfeit. You have no champion.
Angel: Yes, she does.

Woman: I really appreciate you comin' through for us like this. But you know how you're not really good at anything...?

Angel: Nice horse. Try not to make me look stupid out there, okay?

Judge: The champion is defeated. She and all her issue are yours.
Angel: I move to appeal that ruling.

Woman: Are you okay?
Angel: Yeah.
Woman: You sure seem to bleed a lot.
Angel: It's part of the job.

Wesley: Good idea - start over with a fresh slate.
Angel: Actually, we're starting over with no slate.
Wesley: Of course. We shouldn't be keeping score. We're not running a race, we're doing a job. One soul at a time.
Angel: You guys hold the fort. I have somewhere to be.

Angel: Hey.
Faith: Hey.
Angel: How ya' doin'?
Faith: Pretty good, I guess. I did sign up for this.
Angel: Regretting the choice?
Faith: Bad day. One of the girls in the yard tried to build a rep by throwin' down with me. She had low self-esteem... and a homemade knife. So...
Angel: Oh. Is she... you know... alive?
Faith: She lives to tell the tale. Took the knife away. And I can't say much for the wrist it came in.
Angel: So you didn't kill her.
Faith: I really wanted to. Took a good beating from the guards too.
Angel: I'm sorry.
Faith: I've earned worse. Guys like us kinda got it comin'.
Angel: I had to sing Barry Manilow.
Faith: You're kiding.
Angel: In front of people.
Faith: And here I am talkin' about my petty little problems.
Angel: Just wanted to give you a little perspective.
Faith: Copacabana?
Angel: Mandy. I don't wanna dwell on it.
Faith: The road to redemption is a rocky path.
Angel: That it is.
Faith: Think we might make it?
Angel: We might.

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