Joseph Kramer: "Am I a lucky guy or what? I get to meet with the board and get the quarterlies out all in the same day."
Wife: "Morning, sweetie. Hungry?"
Joseph: "Hmm, no time."
Wife: "Ah, have a muffin."
Joseph: "Where"s my sugar?"
"And a manly handshake. Come here."
"Oh. We"re late. We"re late."
Wife: "I"ll go start the van. Jesse, you can take your vitamins in the car. Hayley, don"t forget your homework.
Come on. Lets go."
"Hayley, where are your books?"
Joseph: "I got them!"
Wife: "And the vitamins?"
Joseph: "I got them, too. Just keep going."
Son: "Come on, dad, we"re gonna be late!"
Angel: "Cordelia. Cordelia. Cordy!"
"Get her some water."
"Okay. What is it? What did you see?"
Easy. Easy. You"re okay."
Nathan: "Where are we with Western Pacific Power?"
Lawyer: "The attorney general is threatening a thorough investigation."
Nathan: "I know. That"s why I"m asking, where are we with Western Pacific Power."
Lilah: "We can tie it up in litigation forever, sir. They"ll never miss a dividend."
Lindsey: "Why should we? They already looted 3.5 billion since de-regulation."
Nathan: "Are you suggesting that our clients admit that, Mr. McDonald?"
Lilah: "That"s a great idea. They can come clean, and go to jail and pay us how?"
Lindsey: "Litigation is bad PR for public utility. We cut a deal now, they refund half a billion without admitting fault and we take twenty percent off the top, everybody wins."
Nathan: "I"ll consider both options. And the current status of Angel?"
Lindsey: "Angel? - He"s up, he"s down. - He"s good, he"s bad. He"s a barrel of dead monkeys..."
Lilah: "He"s back with his group, sir. According to *my* sources he"s doing better, in the sense that he"s not currently spending all of his time alone on the warpath trying to kill, well us."
Nathan: "Hmm. - Now, when are you and Lindsey meeting with the CFO from Lycor?"
Lilah: "Oh, uhm, I think it"s..."
Lindsey: "Thursday at eleven."
Nathan: "Good. - Friday we will be re-evaluating your division. You two can catch me up then. Let"s get to work."
Lilah: "Could you stab me in my back a little deeper? I still have feeling in my legs."
Lilah: "They"re gonna be evaluating us and you know what that means. They"ll promote one and cut the other. Around here, that"s a literal cutting."
Lindsey: "Well, nothing lasts forever."
Lilah: "That"s deep. Why don"t you go..."
Nathan: "Oh, Lindsey. Why don"t you join me in my office?"
"Lindsey, you had some good ideas in there."
Lindsey: "Thank you, sir."
Nathan: "We are in a funny business, but one word of advice - about your attitude towards Angel - now I realize what he did to you was heartless.
And naturally your attitude towards him would be complex, but - it"s not very professional to air those feelings around your colleagues. People look up to you around here. - Which reminds me I made - an appointment for you today. It"ll take a while - so I cleared your calendar."
Lindsey: "An appointment."
Nathan: "Yes, well, just a, uhm - well. You"ll see."
Cordy: "He had to be crazy. But he didn"t feel crazy. He felt normal, you know? - Until he started stabbing himself."
Wesley: "But you don"t know where this occurred."
Cordy: "I told you. It was in a house. It could have been in an apartment. In a kitchen."
Gunn: "We got to narrow it down a little."
Cordy: "An nice kitchen?! I don"t know!"
Angel: "It"s alright. We"ll figure it out."
Wesley: "Let"s start by calling the hospitals."
Gunn: "And say what? Did my uncle check in with a knife in his eye? They only give out information to relatives. I just got the calling the hospitals job, didn"t I?"
Wesley: "I"ll go to the morgues."
Angel: "Alright. I"ll hit the streets, roust some demons, see if there"s a new terror in town."
Wesley: "Good idea."
Angel: "Keep an eye on her, will you?"
Angel: "We"ll be back."
Gunn: "Can I, ah, get you anything? A cup of tea? You"ll let me know."
Melman: "Lindsey. I"m Doctor Melman. It"s a pleasure to meet you."
Melman: "Let"s see. Okay. Your basic vitals are good. You"ve had all the usual childhood diseases and your not allergic to any medication. Let"s start him out with two milligrams of Verset. It"s a little something to relax you before we begin the procedure. Do you have any questions?"
Lindsey: "One. What the hell"s going on?"
Melman: "Your boss didn"t tell you."
Melman: "They have a funny sense of humor over there."
Lindsey: "Yeah, they keep us hopping."
Melman: "Your firm is a major source of funding for our clinic. We see most of you for your primary care and whatnot, but - there are some other, less publicized aspects of our work."
Lindsey: "What the hell are they gonna do to me?"
Melman: "Please, don"t - don"t be alarmed. They think the world of you. - That"s why they moved you to the top of their transplant list."
Melman: "Yes, your hand. That"s why you"re here. We"re gonna give you a new one. Don"t look so nervous. This is cause for applause. In just a few hours time, you"ll be doing the applauding."
Melman: "Let"s get the soft tissue ready for incision."
Melman: "Connecting the extensors."
"Doing great, Lindsey. - Where is the Pockla?"
"Release the tourniquet. - I"m waiting on the Pockla."
Nurse: "Here it comes."
Melman: "Okay. Let"s get him to post-op."
Gunn: "Yeah, he"s my father his name is Henry Addison."
Gunn: "Yeah, I"m his son, Gunn-ter, Gunter Addison. - But-but if he"s had a manic episode he might not know his name or might think he"s somebody else. - It"d be a pretty serious knife wound or wounds in his eye. - You sure? - Alright. Thanks."
Angel: "How"s she doing?"
Gunn: "She"s been pretty quiet. She grunted every once around noon then got on with the maniacal cleaning."
Wesley: "Guess what I found? More nothing than usual. How about you two?"
Wesley: "We need more to go on."
Angel: "Yeah, well, we"ll just have to, you know, talk to Cordelia. Get her to..."
Gunn: "Dig a little deeper?"
Wesley: "Go ahead. Probably best not to crowd her."
Angel: "Me? You"re the one in charge now."
Wesley: "You"re right."
"That"s why I"m assigning this one to you."
"Boy, I mean, you could see your reflection in that glass. - Well, I mean, I couldn"t because of the whole - vampire situation, but a normal person?
Cordy: "What do you want?"
Angel: "We need help. We"re not getting anywhere."
Cordy: "I"m sorry. He"s probably dead by now."
Angel: "We don"t know that for sure. There could be others."
Cordy: "I wish it would stop hurting. What do you want me to do?"
Angel: "I"m not exactly sure. - Maybe you can - look again? You know, inside."
Cordy: "That"s all I"ve been doing - all day."
"A guy in a kitchen. A normal guy. - And he picks up a knife and... Oh, god. I think he had kids."
Angel: "How do you know that?"
Cordy: "Cereal bowls - on the table, and, uhm, there was a book bag. It has a name of a school on it. Ah, D-something. Delaney, or, uh... Delancy Schools."
Angel: "That"s good. That"s great. - Anything else?"
Cordy: "I just keep seeing it."
Angel: "Okay. Get some rest. Wesley and Gunn"ll look into it first thing in the morning."
"Can I get you anything?"
Cordy: "*Why* does everyone keep asking me that?!"
Angel: "No reason."
Nathan: "Oh, and here is Lilah Morgan. Mr. Kraigle."
Irv Kraigle: "Lilah. Nice to see you."
Nathan: "You guys can use my office, and, Irv, call me if you need anything. You"re in - good hands, here."
Lindsey: "We can go in now, Mr. Kraigle."
Irv: "Oh, please, call me Irv."
Lindsey: "Thank you, Irv."
Lilah: "That"s an expensive operation. The shaman alone"s a quarter mil? I guess they like you. They really, really like you."
Lindsey: "Client"s waiting."
Lilah: "I know you think you have this in the bag..."
Lindsey: "I don"t think anything - Lilah."
Lilah: "Oh, you"re the one in pain here? I can"t believe they chose you over me."
Irv: "We didn"t do anything wrong."
Lilah: "It"s not about right or wrong, Mr. Kraigle, it"s about what a jury may or may not award."
Irv: "How can you get cancer from eating chocolate?"
Lindsey: "By selling it in a tin that leaches cytoclistomine into the chocolate."
Irv: "But we didn"t know that. How could we have known that? The Chinese screwed us. They sold us the tin."
Lilah: "Don"t worry. If a jury ever hears this, and that"s a big if, they"ll be handpicked or enchanted by us."
Irv: "Why can"t people take responsibility for their own problems? We didn"t give them cancer, the Chinese did."
Lindsey: "Actually it was the Drizon company."
Lindsey: "It"s an offshore corporation that split from your company, oh, let"s say six years ago. They are solely responsible for the manufacture and sale of the tin containers your company merely fills with chocolate."
Lindsey: "The plaintiffs want redress, they sue Drizon. Unfortunately they"re going bankrupt this summer."
Irv: "Are you getting all this down?"
"He"s good, isn"t he?"
Lilah: "Yeah. He"s great."
Irv: "Well, this is very helpful. Very - comforting. We"re not doing anything unlawful here, are we?"
Lilah: "No. And more importantly, we"re preserving your company."
Lindsey: "Ahem, I have to go."
Irv: "Something wrong?"
Lilah: "No. No. Nothing is wrong."
Lindsey: "Who are you?"
Angel: "Thanks. Keep the change."
Delivery guy: "Wow. A whole dollar just for me. I"m the luckiest delivery man ever."
Cordy: "What"s all this?"
Angel: "Lunch. I was hungry."
Cordy: "You don"t eat food."
Angel: "Oh, I can. It doesn"t keep me alive, but, you know, sometimes I get a hankering."
Cordy: "You had a hankering for turkey, ham and roast beef sandwiches?"
Angel: "You missed the vegetarian."
Cordy: "Soup and salad, too? What is going on here?"
Angel: "I forgot what you liked."
Cordy: "Why didn"t you ask me?"
Angel: "Well, you said, why is everyone asking you if they can get you anything, and-and I didn"t wanna *do* that..."
Cordy: "So you did this - instead."
Cordy: "I love you."
"And you ought to do *that* more often."
Angel: "Buy you food?"
Cordy: "Okay, this is weird. Before he put the knife in his eye he was happy. He was happy about *his* eye. Like it was new or - something."
Wesley: "I think we found him. A man named Joseph Kramer, has two kids, age twelve and nine, they go to the Delancy School."
Gunn: "The kids didn"t show up for school yesterday. Their mom called sayin" she was taking them out of the country. Their father supposedly got a promotion in the Seychelles."
Angel: "Did you get a home address?"
Wesley: "We"ve already been there. I stood look-out, Gunn went in."
Gunn: "No trace of the family or any personal belongings. The place had been cleaned from top to bottom. The floors was polished, the carpet was still wet."
Angel: "To get rid of the blood."
Gunn: "There was a little piece of molding they missed up under the pantry."
"You want to sniff?"
Angel: "How about I just believe you, huh?"
Wesley: "What do we know?"
Cordy: "We don"t know anything. The guy"s gone, the family"s gone. Someone or something has the power to make them all disappear in a day."
Gunn: "We"re at a dead end."
Wesley: "I thought we had more than that."
Angel: "There is only we can do now."
Cordy: "Oh, god. Oh, no."
Wesley: "The Karaoke bar."
Gunn: "Angel"s gonna sing?"
Cordy: "Isn"t there some other way?"
Wesley: "There has to be. Think, damn it!"
Angel: "Hey! Wha..?"
Lindsey: "Pretty girl on every corner. Sunshine turns the sky to gold. Warm, warm, it"s always warm here. And I can"t take the cold."
Cordy: "You should pick something short."
Angel: "I was thinking about Stairway to Heaven."
Wesley: "Don"t even joke about that."
Cordy: "Oh, my god, look who"s..."
Lindsey: "This whole world shines so brightly."
Host: "Isn"t he fabulous?"
Angel: "He comes here?"
Host: "He used to come all the time before some caballero chopped off his strumming hand. - Looks like he"s got a new one."
Lindsey: "Pretty as a picture, she"s..."
Cordy: "Wow. He"s good."
Gunn: "Lawyer"s got some pipes."
Lindsey: "Settles me with love and laughter."
Angel: "You think he"s good."
Lindsey: "and I can"t feel a thing."
Lindsey: "The sky"s gonna open. People gonna pray and crawl."
"It"s gonna rain down fire..."
Angel: "What is that? Rock? Country? Ballad? Pick a style, pal."
Host: "Angel cakes. Don"t make me ask you to leave."
Lindsey: "The sky is gonna open, people gonna pray and sing. Oh, I can"t feel..."
Cordy: "We can"t sing after that."
Host: "You won"t have to."
Host: "Golly, pilgrim. Sure is good to have you back in the saddle. Your favorite. T&T, the imported."
Lindsey: "Look, I got a crazy man"s hand here who wants to kill - someone, maybe me, I don"t know. What do you see?"
Host: "Well, you know what they say: the hand is quicker than the eye. You"ll get that later."
Lindsey: "Look. I need help."
Angel: "I"ll say. You might want to start with his singing."
Cordy: "Hi. You probably don"t remember me. Cordelia. I know you"re evil - and everything, but that was just so amazing."
Gunn: "That was kind of tight."
Wesley: "Terrific, really."
Angel: "Is everyone drunk?"
Lindsey: "What"s he doing here, huh? What are you looking at?"
Host: "Easy, easy, children. I don"t allow violence in *my* club. Angel"s here for the same reason you are."
Lindsey: "How"s that?"
Host: "Two enemies, one case, all come together in a beautiful buddy-movie kind of way."
Gunn: "They supposed to work together on this?"
Lindsey: "Work with him? Work with him?"
Host: "Am I the only one who saw "Forty-eight Hours?""
Lindsey: "I"ve got a murderous hand on me and you"re telling me to team up with the guy who cut mine off in the first place?"
Host: "I"m telling you what"s what, sugar. What you *do* with it is up to you."
Lindsey: "If I see outside of the club, I"m gonna kill you."
Host: "Uh, resentment is such an ugly emotion. I hope you"ve overcome yours, Angel, because right now he"s got your case in forgive me, in the palm of his hand. Toodles."
Gunn: "If Lindsey"s the lead, shouldn"t we be following him?"
Angel: "You said the guy in the vision just got a new eye. And Lindsey just got a new hand."
Wesley: "Right. Then we should find out where the transplants took place."
Gunn: "So we"re following him, right?"
Angel: "Actually what we need to follow is his new hand. Wonder who it belonged to."
Blatt case deposition - March 5 - urgent - in progress
LA Office Assignments - March 6 - medium - in progress
Senior Partner Reports - March 8 - urgent - complete
Special Projects Reevaluation - March 8 - highest - pending
Jackson case brief - March 11 - medium - pending
Vacation plans - March 15 - low - in progress
Partner compensation - March 31 - medium - in progress
Feeder Negotiation - April 10 - medium - pending
New Associate Recruiting - April 10 - low - in progress
Shaman Contracts - April 15 - high - in progress
Europe fact-finding trip - April 30 - high - in progress
"Special Projects Reevaluation":
Project History, Personnel Roster, Manners Massacre, Bethany Project, Project Darla, Drusilla (vampire), Project Angel, Vampire Detectors, Lilah Morgan, Lindsey McDonald, Youth Center Project, Demon Relations, Terminated Employees, and Pending Projects.
Lilah Morgan - Co-Vice-President for Special Projects - Junior Associate, 1994, - Senior Associate, 1997, - Junior Partner, 2000 - Graduate of Montesori(?) University School of Law 1994 with High Honors
Law Review 1992-94 - recruited by Los Angeles Office - Supervised by Holland Manners.
"Fairfield Clinic is the primary health-care provider for the Wolfram & Hart Los Angels office employees.
Offering a wide range of health services the clinic provides first class care for our most valuable resource - our people.
In addition to the usual rаnge of health care offerings, Fairfield"s research departments is at the forefront of development of advanced treatments.
Perhaps no one in the world has developed such a sophisticated use of demons in the therapeutic setting, allowing our employees benefits, which would be impossible with pure traditional means.
Fairfield Clinic"s state of the art facility was financed by Wolfram & Hart as part of our ongoing health care partnership."
Angel: "I got it. The hand belongs to a thirty year old white male named Bradley Scott, served two and a half years at Soledad for embezzlement, paroled last month."
Gunn: "How"d you find all this?"
Angel: "I"m a detective."
Cordy: "Did he have a life before prison?"
Angel: "I"m not sure. Why don"t you just look him up on..."
Cordy: "I am."
Wesley: "That"s impressive, Angel."
Angel: "Yeah, well, sometimes you just got to follow your..."
Wesley: "So, how did your get you into the N.C.I.C.?"
Angel: "The what?"
Wesley: "The National Crime and Information Center?"
Angel: "Oh, that. Kind of a long story... How"s it coming over there."
Gunn: "We got time."
Angel: "You know, when I was in charge here, nobody questioned my methods or my singing."
Cordy: "You"re half right."
Angel: "Alright. I hired a private detective. He"s got a friend on the force."
Wesley: "*We"re* supposed to be the private detectives."
Gunn: "*We* are supposed to have a friend on the force."
Angel: "We did, but she got fired. Get over it."
Cordy: "Bradley Scott. Guess where he worked while he was dumping bearer bonds on the black market. Wolfram and Hart."
Wesley: "I wonder if he"s still alive."
Angel: "Well, according to his records he reported to his parole officer once - then he disappeared."
Gunn: "He goes to jail. They wait for him to get out, then: whack! Wolfram and Hart gives his hand to Lindsey. I guess they really want to give their boy everything."
Guy: "Who is it?"
Lindsey: "You don"t know me. My name is Lindsey McDonald. I work at Wolfram and Hart."
Guy: "What do you want?"
Lindsey: "I wanna talk to you, just for a minute. Can I come in?"
"No, it"s okay. I"m alone."
Guy: "Professional habit. I, ah, see a lot of low-lives."
Lindsey: "Yeah, I guess you would be, being a parole officer. Listen. This is completely off the record. I had a procedure done - at Fairfield Clinic.
I know they paid you to do things for them in the past, and I don"t care about that.
What I do care about is finding out where they get their body parts."
Guy: "What"s the code?"
Guy: "Well, if you"re with Wolfram and Hart, you know the code."
Lindsey: "Look, I"m a lawyer there. This is not my case. I don"t know the code. We don"t need the code. I can pay you..."
Guy: "Now you got three seconds to tell me what the game is."
Lindsey: "There is no game. This is about me."
Guy: "Good bye."
"Friend of yours?"
Lindsey: "No, he"s not."
Guy: "Hey, I"m about to out a bullet into your buddy"s brain here! - I got him. I know I got him."
Lindsey: "What are you doing here?!"
Angel: "Gee, I don"t know, saving your life?"
Lindsey: "I don"t need you to save my life."
Guy: "Hey, watch it with that!"
Angel: "Gee, a little gratitude, Lindsey. Goes a long way."
Lindsey: "You got no business..! What-why aren"t you trying to kill me?!"
Angel: "Excuse me. I"m on a case here, Lindsey. Does everything always have to be about killing you all the time?"
Guy: "I-I can see you guys got issues, so I"ll just..."
Lindsey: "That"s my lead! You"re choking my lead!"
Angel: ""He"s *my* lead! He"s *my* lead!" What, are we on the schoolyard here? Look, if you wanna get to the bottom of this, you got to learn how to play with others.
Look, I"m gonna loosen the rope and you"re gonna tell me everything about your parolee, Bradley Scott. "
Angel: "The guy who"s hand you"re wearing. You might want to listen up."
Lindsey: "You don"t tell me what to do."
Angel: "He"s so immature."
Lindsey: "Shut up!!"
Angel: "We"re waiting."
Guy: "I"m not telling you zip. You can kill me but Wolfram and Hart will do a lot worse."
Angel: "Kill you? - Why would I kill you when I could live off you for a month?"
"Hmm, can"t you just taste that butter fat?"
Lindsey: "You are really gross, you know that?"
Guy: "I"ll tell ya! I"ll tell ya! Scott stole some bearer bonds, went to jail. When he got paroled, Wolfram and Hart had him assigned to me."
Angel: "According to your file he was a fugitive no-show, but you saw him, didn"t you?"
Guy: "Just once."
Lindsey: "You took him to Fairfield Clinic?"
Guy: "No, I didn"t take him there."
Guy: "Just some address. - I don"t know what they do there. I don"t wanna know."
Gunn: "Is it me or are these vision hangovers getting longer and longer? It"s like she can"t rest in there until it"s done."
Wesley: "I know. She inherited these visions from Doyle, but he was half demon. I"m not sure the human body can carry... - Last year a demon unleashed a slew of these visions on her. She wound up in a hospital out of her mind."
Gunn: "Oh. - Well, she"s been a little cranky lately but it"s not like she"s..."
Cordy"s voice: "Angel? - Where are you? I-I can"t... Are you there?"
Cordy: "Nothing. I"m fine. - It"s just Gunn and Wesley playing with the doors. I"m *trying* to work here. Okay. - We"ll wait here. - I"m *fine*. Just - get it done."
Angel: "A funny thing happened the other day. Guy picks up butcher knife, sticks it in his own eye. - yow! - I guess he went to the same clinic you did. - Your hand hasn"t been doing anything - funny lately, has it? - I know, it"s none of my business, but you don"t seem all that happy lately."
Lindsey: "You know, I know you"re Mr. "save a soul" now, but at least you used to throw down with your enemies. What do wanna do now? You wanna share?"
Angel: "I guess it"s a lot to carry. I mean, losing Darla - and even me in a way, as a place to focus your rage.
It"s ironic. I mean, here you are. You"re young, and healthy, good job, new hand. - Seems like the more you get, the less you have. - Am I getting through here? You just keep on moping. You"re good at that."
"Is that were you took him?"
"Do you know this place?"
Angel: "Well, I"m thinking if it has anything to do with you guys security will be top drawer.
Window sensors, motion detectors, cellular back up, guards, obviously."
Lindsey: "Yeah, I don"t have my laptop."
Lindsey: "My computer. You want me to hack into the system and break the codes we"re definitely gonna need..."
Angel: "Wait, wait, wait."
"That seems like a big bother. What do you say we just fight, huh?"
"You might wanna step aside?"
"Come on. Work off some of that aggression, huh?" "The floor. It"s hollow."
Lindsey: "What is this?"
Angel: "You know what this is. Spare parts - for guys like you. You got your before and your after."
"More like during, I guess. - Your firm in action, Lindsey. A lot to be proud of, huh?"
"The Pockla blessed this place."
Lindsey: "Who are they?"
Angel: "Demon healers. They know how to regenerate flesh. Probably explains why some of these transplants aren"t taking so well."
Lindsey: "Yeah, I"m pretty sure one of them was there when they gave me my hand."
Angel: "Your hand? I think it belonged to that guy over there."
"Or what"s left of him anyway."
Lindsey: "Oh god. I know him."
"I didn"t get the name before. - We worked in the mailroom together. - Brad?"
Lindsey: "Kill who? Huh? Who do you want to kill?"
Brad: "Kill - me..."
Lindsey: "What am I supposed to do here?"
Angel: "I know what I"d do. This is your deal. Whatever it is, you better do it quick. They"re gonna be coming in force. We got to help the ones that we can."
Lindsey: "I"m sorry."
Angel: "Help these people upstairs."
"Get them to the car."
Angel: "How is everything in your head?"
Angel: "Any vision aftermaths?"
Cordy: "I-it"s better."
Cordy: "It"s just - they"re starting to take their toll. It"s part of the job, right?"
Nathan: "These Reevaluations are always a bit of a mixed blessing. Sad as we lose one of our own. But also hopeful as we turn towards the future and - promote one of our own. - Lilah. You have made a lot of great contributions and I know you have tried your very, very best..."
Lindsey: "Lilah. Please. - They chose me. - I"m clearly the guy."
Nathan Reed: "Yes, you are."
Lindsey: "You could"ve had it. - But you didn"t have what it takes."
"An evil hand. - I mean, come on, who here does, huh? Leon doesn"t. - Charlie doesn"t. You do know you gave me an evil hand, right?
I"ve been writing "Kill, kill, kill" on everything. It"s crazy. It"s crazy. Anything could happen!"
Lindsey: "Allen, how are you?"
"Uh, that"s gonna hurt in the morning!"
"Stop, evil hand, stop it."
"I just can"t control my evil hand. Nathan, I"m so proud that you chose me.
Charlie! If I would have been in your shoes - I would have chosen Lilah. Let me tell you why. Do you have any idea of the hours this chick has logged in? Huh? The files she has on you guys? - Deep stuff.
Ronnie, your stock manipulations, Nathan"s little offshore accounts...
Can you imagine if something were to happen to this girl and those files got back to the senior partners? -
They"d eat you alive! She"s been working overtime, boys. She"s everything you ever dreamed off. Lilah is your guy.
Me - I"m unreliable. I"ve got these evil hand issues - and I"m bored with this crap. - And besides, I"m leaving, so - if you wanna chase me,
be my guest, and remember evil. Charlie."
Nathan: "Well. Let"s amend the minutes. - Lilah Morgan was promoted. - And, uh, someone call an ambulance."
Lindsey: "If you"re here to kill me, grab ya a ticket and get in line."
Angel: "Oh, I really like this truck. "56, right? First year they had that wrap-around windshield.
You know, back in the fifties we all thought life was gonna be like in the Jetsons by now. Air cars, robots. - I"d love to have an air car. Wouldn"t that be cool?"
Lindsey "So, you"re here to talk me to death."
Angel: "Nah, I just came here to say, things don"t always work out like you think. - I bet Wolfram and Hart aren"t too happy losing one of their best and their brightest."
Lindsey: "Yeah, well, let "em come try to stop me. It"ll be fun."
Angel: "Well, I don"t know if that"s a healthy attitude. - So, where"re you going, Lindsey? Back to your roots?"
Lindsey: "Something like that."
"I hope you"re not waiting for me to tell you that I learned some kind of a lesson. That I had a big moral crisis, but now I see the light."
Angel : "If you told me that, then I"d have to kill you. - I"m just here to say "bon voyage" - don"t come back."
Lindsey: "To L.A.? - Nah. - You can have this place."
Angel: "Good. I"m glad I didn"t have to do something immature here."
Lindsey: "The key to Wolfram and Hart: don"t let them make you play their game. - You gotta make them play yours."
Angel: "Thanks. I"ll keep that in mind."
"Don"t drive too fast now. Lots of cops out there."