- Angel: [about Wesley's all-leather outfit] Interesting look for you. Motorcycle. The Watchers Council trying out a new image?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: In point of fact I no longer work for the Council. I came to the conclusion that I was of greater value to the cause working autonomously.
- Angel: They fired you.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I'm gonna thrash you within an inch of your life. And then I'm gonna take that inch!
- Cordelia: [about the demon they killed] Not that he didn't have it coming. He was a horrible, evil monster.
- Angel: Hmm, he did kill a lot of people.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Viciously mutilated their corpses.
- Cordelia: Plus he started the bidding on me at a paltry 2,000 dollars.
- Cordelia: [re those leather pants] Are you all right, Wesley?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: No, it's these pants. They tend to chafe one's... legs.
- Angel: [after Cordy is taken by a demon] Nothing is going to happen to Cordelia. I won't let it.
- [rummages about]
- Angel: In case you're wondering, this is me looking for a clue. Feel free to join in any time you want.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [sits down dejectedly] I'm a fool. The Council was right to sack me.
- [Angel looks at him]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes, I was fired. I had two - two! - Slayers in my care. One turns evil and now vegetates in a coma, the other is a renegade. Fire me? I'm surprised they didn't cut my head off.
- [Angel finds a crumpled drawing of Cordy's vision]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I'm useless. A fool. A sniveling great, big...
- Angel: [looking at the picture, whispers:] Ugly, gray, blobby thing.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [continuing his rant] Ugly, gray, blobby thing. What?
- Angel: [about the drawing] I know this. It's a sculpture by Van Gieson, Maiden with Urn. Cordelia saw this in a vision. It could be telling us where Barney took her.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: If anything happens to Cordelia because of me...
- Angel: Nothing's gonna happen to Cordelia. I won't allow it.
- [last lines]
- Cordelia: [holding up the drawing of her vision] This, I frame for saving my life, and as a reminder that something of Doyle's is in our office.
- Wesley: Well, I'll be off then, Angel. Who knows when our paths will cross again?
- Angel: Wesley.
- Cordelia: Do you even know where you're headed?
- Wesley: Us rogue demon hunters rarely do. Wherever evil lurks, wherever the forces of darkness threaten humanity, that's where I'll be.
- Cordelia: Well, okay. Keep in touch.
- Wesley: Yes. Yes, I will, But now the evil lurking everywhere bids me onwards.
- [He hovers for a moment]
- Wesley: So... I go.
- Cordelia: Take care.
- Wesley: Yes.
- [He disappears round the corner for a moment, then comes back again]
- Wesley: No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain... heat... famine... deep painful gnawing hunger... I go.
- Angel: Breakfast?
- Wesley: [quickly putting down his bag and taking off his jacket] Ooh... I suppose so.
- Cordelia: One of the perks of the job. After all all-nighter of fighting the lurking evil, we get eggs.
- Angel: Toast?
- Wesley: Please!
- Cordelia: I'm famished. He's a good cook really for someone on a liquid diet.
- Wesley: Astonishing, really. Mmm-mm. Did you say something about toast?
- Angel: What are you looking for?
- Cordelia: Nothing.
- [looks up]
- Cordelia: Doyle's special coffee mug.
- Angel: Doyle didn't have a special mug.
- Cordelia: Well, don't you think he should've?
- [Angel sighs]
- Cordelia: I don't know. I guess I thought it would make me feel better if I could hold something tangible that he left behind. Some evidence that he was here, but there's nothing. Almost like - like he never...
- Angel: Cordelia...
- [sighs]
- Angel: Get out.
- Cordelia: What?
- Angel: I - I mean, of the office. Take the day off. Go live your life a little bit. I can manage here.
- Cordelia: [defensively] Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Angel.
- Angel: What am I doing?
- Cordelia: You're trying to push me away. Close yourself off.
- Angel: That's not what I...