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Angel: Maybe we can make a break for it.
Wesley: Impossible.
Angel: Front exit?
Wesley: We'd be spotted instantly.
Angel: Back door?
Wesley: Blocked.
Angel: That's it then - we're trapped.

Cordy: I mean, of course a time will come when Torvald is not - is not - Line!
Prompter: Is not as devoted to me.

Angel: And I thought I knew eternity.

Rebecca: I'll give you a private screening of the episode I - didn't win the Emmy for.

Wesley: Cordelia.
Cordy: No! He can fight off Donkey-Demons, who rip peoples - guts out, but he can't help one defenseless actress from a psycho? What is your thing?

Angel: I'm not what you think.
Rebecca: You're not? Because no reflection, dark, private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood, I guess what I would think is - vampire.
Angel: Then again...
Rebecca: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they're vampires.
Angel: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed but...

Cordy: Oh, great. He spent the night with the fantasy of millions. All alone, 'protecting' her.
Wesley: You’re worried about the curse.  I wouldn’t be.
Cordy: Hey, you weren’t around the last time Angel went mental. I, on the other hand, was on the first wave of the clean-up crew. - He knows perfect happiness, he goes evil. So don’t tell me not to worry.

Cordy: Well, judging by the outfit, I guess it's safe to come in. Evil Angel never would have worn those pants.

Rebecca: So, what's his story anyway? How did he become what he is.
Cordy: Oh, god. You got 8 hours?
Rebecca: I got all day.

Cordy: Anyway the whole time Rebecca is real gabby, asking questions about Angel.
Wesley: Well, what sort of questions?
Cordy: Oh, you know, where does Angel hail from, what's his favorite color, what kind of after-shave he wears, the exact specific details on how someone could make themselves into a vampire.
Wesley: Surely you don't think...
Cordy: What? That she'd try to maneuver Angel into an exchange of bodily fluids in order to make herself eternally young and beautiful, thus saving her failing career? Gee, now that you mention it.

Angel: You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? What you really want is to make it disappear.

Rebecca: This isn't you.
Angelus: They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!

Cordy: You slut!
Rebecca: Huh?
Cordy: You did it with him, didn't you?

Wesley: I don’t wish to resort to drastic measures, but unless you listen, I warn you...
Angelus: You warning me? What happened, Wes? - Did you suddenly grow a pair? Well, that’s it, isn’t it? I mean, that’s the whole root of your inferiority complex. Well, good news, Wes, old boy! You don’t really have an inferiority complex. You’re just simply – inferior.

Angelus: That's just drinking water.
Cordy: Fresh from a mountain spring, delivered right to our door then blessed every second Tuesday by Father Mackie, the local parish priest, while you're down in the Bat-cave, sleeping through the better part of the day. You don't believe me? Have some!

Wesley: You walk a fine line Angel. I don't envy you.

Cordy: Okay, here is something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley’s right. Forget about it.
Angel: But I really didn’t mean...
Cordy: Oh, yes, you did. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he’s honest. Shouldn’t I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?
Angel: So we’re okay then?
Cordy: I’m too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.
Angel: I appreciate that. - You’re not going to untie me, are you?
Cordy: Pfft!