Cordy: "What just happened? Can someone explain to me - what just happened here?"
Wesley: "I believe we were fired."
Wesley: "Let go."
Wesley: "Shown the door."
Cordy: "Alright! I get it! - But - wh-what just *happened*? - Fired? Angel *fired* us?"
Wesley: "Looks that way."
Cordy: "Uh. I can"t believe this."
Wesley: "Let"s keep a level head, shall we? - Angel"s not been himself lately. Perhaps he"ll change his mind."
Gunn: "He locked twenty lawyers into a room with a couple of psychotic vampires. I"d say his mind is changed enough."
Cordy: "Darla. It"s all about Darla. One thing you can say about Angel at least he"s consistent. It"s always some little blonde driving him over the edge. - What are we supposed to do now?"
Gunn: "I think I"ll grab a burrito before I had home. What?"
Wesley: "No, no. By all means, if you"re hungry."
Gunn: "Hey, this was just a side gig for me, alright? The extra cash was nice while it lasted, but - Angel wants to go all commando? Hm-mm. No skin off my nose."
Cordy: "Well, my nose skin is angry - and hurt! And..."
"I won"t pretend to understand Angel"s reasons - but maybe he needs to be alone right now. - And the best thing that we can do for him - is to let him be."
Angel: "I"m not ready yet. Too many years spent sleeping in soft beds - living in a world where I don"t belong. - I can"t fight them. Not yet. - But soon."
Paramedic: "You"ve just been through a very traumatic experience. Really, sir, you should be in a hospital."
Lindsey: "She saved me."
Paramedic: "That maybe true, sir, but you should still be checked out by a doctor."
Lindsey: "There has to be a reason - why I"m the only one left alive."
Paramedic: "You"re in shock. You need to see a doctor."
Lindsey: "I"m the only one left."
Man: "Hey, we got a live one here."
Lindsey: "We do?"
Virginia: "You got to be kidding me. He fired you? He can"t fire you! You"re on a mission to protect the innocent. You can"t fire someone on a mission. What did he say, exactly?"
Wesley: "You"re fired."
Virginia: "Oh. Well, can you file a grievance with the union?"
Wesley: "Virginia, I"m not in a union. I"m a... - I don"t even know what the name of my job is! - Was."
Virginia: "You"re a renowned specialist in, in supernatural aid and rescue."
Wesley: "No, I"m just... - renowned?"
Virginia: "Well, to me you are. You saved my life. - Although you should be in a union. My father always used union conjurers."
Wesley: "I didn"t know that."
Virginia: "Oh, the wizard community is very progressive."
Wesley: "Your father tired to sacrifice you to the goddess Yeska."
Virginia: "Yeah, one of the many reasons why I"ll never talk to him again. Although I"m healing, thanks to a lot of therapy - and a gigantic trust-fund. - Hey, you know what it is? He"s jealous!"
Wesley: "Your father?"
Virginia: "No. Angel. You had to impersonate him to rescue me and you"re too good an Angel."
Wesley: "I don"t think so. He fired Cordy and Gunn, too."
Virginia: "All of you? Why?"
Wesley: "It has to do with - Darla being made a vampire again and hooking up with Drusilla and... The three of them have a very tangled past. - My guess is, he"ll be hunting them down and he doesn"t want anyone in his way."
Virginia: "Well, his loss it the worlds gain. You"ll get another job just like that! What else can you do?"
Wesley: "Not much."
Angel: "When Wolfram and Hart take a life - they do it at a distance. - I don"t have that luxury."
"I"m not on their level."
"But I can get there."
"And when I do, I"ll be right up close. I"ll bring the fight to them."
Lindsey: "No messages? No messages, are you sure? Check...Thanks."
Lilah: "You"re getting the big freeze-out, too?"
Lilah: "Oh, what"s wrong, Lindsey? You bitter because your girlfriend didn"t slit my throat?"
Lindsey: "That might be overstating it. More like bummed."
Lilah: "Sorry to disappoint. I take it I"m not the only one feeling the lack of empathy around here."
Lindsey: "What are you looking at?"
Lilah: "No phone calls, no flowers. If I were the nervous type, I"d be nervous. But as it is, I"m just pissed."
Lindsey: "What do you expect, Lilah? We"re the only survivors of the massacre, it"s natural that we"re under suspicion."
Lilah: "Yeah, you know what I don"t like about suspicion? The part where they find us two weeks from now, dead in some freak accident."
Lindsey: "We did nothing wrong."
Lilah: "I"m sorry, have we met? Because I work for Wolfram and Hart. Responsibility has nothing to do with it. If they are looking for a scapegoat we might as well grow horns and start eating garbage."
Lindsey: "Scapegoat. Scapegoat, Lilah?! They"re the one..."
"They"re the ones who wanted Drusilla brought in. I was following orders."
Lilah: "And you *honestly* think that matters? - Fine. Indulge your denial. Don"t doubt for a minute someone"s gonna pay, Lindsey, and we"re the only ones left."
Lindsey: "Not the only ones."
Darla: "Lindsey. I"ve missed you. Close the door. Sweetpea, if we wanted you dead, you"d have never have made it out of the wine cellar. - Now close the door."
Dru: "He"s got cow eyes. Big and black. - Moo..."
Lindsey: "You spared me. - Why"d you spare me, Darla?"
Darla: "Do you really have to ask? Hmm. I"m in love with you."
"Shut up, Lilah."
Darla: "Well, look at you two, such pretty scars."
Lindsey: "You"ve put us in a difficult position, Darla."
Darla: "Hmm, have I? - Smart young lawyers, hungry for their big break and whoops - boss gets eaten. Someone has to step in. Someone promising, pretty, with questionable ethics and twelve-hundred dollar suits that look good on the six o"clock news."
Lilah: "You think they"ll promote him?"
Darla: "Or you. In any case, that"s why you"re here. I"ve decided to - keep the line of communication open between us and Wolfram and Hart."
Lindsey: "What for?"
Darla: "I believe we can help each other."
Lindsey: "I don"t think I understand. What is it exactly that you want, Darla?"
Darla: "Power. See, Lindsey, during my stint as Wolfram and Hart"s puppet, something occurred to me. I *loathe* being used.
If I recall I sent you a fifteen-body-memo to that effect.
We plan on being big players in this town, Dru and I. - And while you can"t give me what I want, you have the things I need to get it. Money. Connections."
Lilah: "We"re no good to you dead, Darla. The Senior Partners are looking for someone to blame for your massacre."
Darla: "But surely they wouldn"t kill both of you. Seems like such a waste. - Well, I guess, whoever"s left standing will be our liaison."
Lindsey: "Liaison to what?"
Darla: "To the world above of course. In the meantime, we"ll focus on the world below."
Lindsey: "This power - that you want - does it have a target? - You going after Angel?"
Darla: "Don"t say that! - Not *everything* is about Angel, Lindsey. I just want to have some fun."
Lindsey: "Well, you see, I"m surprised. Because I though that you would make him your top priority."
Darla: "I spent two-hundred and fifty years without Angel. You think just because I went through a little human phase I"d go all gooey?"
Lindsey: "No. - No, I thought you"d kill him."
Darla: "All in good time, my love. All in good time."
Vampire: "They were just waiting for us. All crouched and hiding in that little backroom. Generally I don"t like to hit the fast food places. The people are all - greasy. But this was like - Christmas!"
Angel: "I"m ready."
"I"ve got the moves. Now I need to know what theirs are."
Wesley: "A bloody Mary, please."
Bartender: "You want real blood with that?"
Wesley: "Ah, no... bloodless, thanks."
Host: "Thank you. Thank you. Okay, we"ll take a little break and see who wants to come up and sing next."
Wesley: "Steady on, Wesley. - Perhaps something by - Cat Stevens."
Bartender: "Your drink, sir."
Wesley: "Ah, thank you."
Wesley: "Cordelia. How... odd to see you."
Cordy: "Wh-what are you doing here?"
Wesley: "Me? Oh, I just... came in for a drink."
Cordy: "Ah. Because only demon Karaoke bars - have those. You were gonna sing."
Wesley: "Sing? Oh, dear lord, no. No. - Uh, I merely... - what are *you* doing here?"
Cordy: "Oh. Ah, well... I was, uhm... in the neighborhood?"
Wesley: "You live fifteen miles away."
Cordy: "Yeah, well, you know L.A. It"s all one really - big neighborhood."
Wesley: "I see."
"Come to find your destiny, have you? - And who"s gonna help you with that?"
Cordy: "Shanaia Twain or Madonna. I hadn"t decided."
Wesley: "I suppose we"re both rather at lose ends now that Angel has..."
Cordy: "...pulled a total wig?"
Wesley: "Quite. - I must admit, I"m somewhat embarrassed."
Gunn: "How do you think *I* feel?"
Cordy: "Gunn. What are you... What happened to "this was just a side gig?""
Gunn: "Hey, I got a rep to maintain, alright?
I can"t have you all seeing through my brusque and macho exterior."
Cordy: "Oh, heavens forfend!"
Wesley: "So, I"ll assume it"s not Madonna, but what song were you going to sing?"
Gunn: "You wouldn"t know it."
Cordy: "Well, I for one, would just like to point out the patheticness that is us. - This is all Angel"s fault. I hope he"s happy now. All alone in his demon world with no one to talk to."
Merl: "I"ll talk!"
"But I"m telling you man, I don"t know where..."
"Is that how you get your rock off, you sick..."
"All right, all right. Alright. I heard about your girls, Godzilla, Darcilla, whatever. Uh... they"ve been hitting all the underground hot spots. Looking for demons to join some, ah, crew they"re running. That"s all I know, man, I swear."
"Okay! Okay. Okay. You didn"t hear this from me. But you know that little Bar-and-bite club on La Cienega and Washington? - Ah, that"s the only demon haunt they ain"t been to. Okay? Okay?"
"Hey, alright? Hey, hey, hey, you"re gonna cut me down, right? You"re not just gonna leave me hanging here, man? Hey! Hey! I"m spinning here, man. - Freaking vampires."
Darla: "Wow. That was something. But violence without victims, see, that"s where you lose me."
Demon: "Who the hell are you?"
Darla: "My name"s Darla and this is Drusilla. We"re new in town though some of you know us by reputation."
Demon: "I never heard of you before."
Darla: "Now you never will. I trust we have everyone"s attention? - Good. We"ve come with a little proposition."
"Me and my girl, we"re not just the new thing in town - we"re the only thing in town. And we"re in the market for some... Well, one doesn"t really want to use the term "muscular slaves..." - Actually, one does.
Unfortunately for most, we"re only looking for the best. Those creatures who not only excel at devastation, but revel in it. Our crusade is one of malevolent joy."
Dru: "Eyes like needles."
Darla: "Dru, I"m working here?"
Dru: "He sees you. Sees what you were. You"ll never be alone again."
Darla: "Stop! - J-just don"t."
Dru: "He"s watching you, my sweet, right now."
Dru: "He wants to punish us. He thinks we"ve been naughty. - He remembers when you were warm."
Darla: "Shut up, Drusilla!"
Now, as I was saying, if you think you have what it takes to join us, auditions are tonight, here at this address. Winners will have the opportunity to foment mass-destruction, losers will be gutted and left for dead. Have a nice night.
Angel: "I"m not ready."
"I can still feel her. - Her pain. - Her need. - Her hope."
"I"m too close. - Too close to fight her."
Lindsey: "Lilah. Something happened?"
Lilah: "I can"t do it anymore, Lindsey."
Lindsey: "Do what?"
Lilah: "The waiting. - I"m sitting in my office and - every time there is a noise or the phone rings... One of us is gonna die, Lindsey."
Lindsey: "Everybody dies, Lilah."
Lilah: "But not everybody ends up in a dog-food processing plant in San Pedro."
Lindsey: "May not happen to you, Lilah. You got a fifty fifty chance of surviving this thing, just like me."
Lilah: "That"s not good enough. - There is a way out of this."
Lilah: "We don"t wait for them to chose - one of us, we - chose each other instead. If we stick together we can beat them. We could leave you and me, tonight. They"d have no choice..."
Lindsey: "No choice but to hunt us down, which they would."
Lilah: "No. Not if we took files, as insurance."
Lindsey: "Take files?"
Lilah: "Yes. - Look. I"ve heard the rumors. We both know - that it worked for you once before. You knew - just what to take. And this time you won"t have to assume any of the risk. You just tell me which files to steal and I"ll get them. And then - we can get out of here. End this mess - together. - Are you in?"
Lindsey: "But Lilah, I would never steal files from my employer. I"m shocked at the suggestion."
Lindsey: "Forget about the frame job, sweetheart. They"re gonna kill who they"re gonna kill. Just take it like a man."
Cordy: "But see, that"s what I"m saying. If Wesley hadn"t been all shaking his finger..."
Wesley: "No, no, no."
Cordy: "...and no, no, no, this *whole* Darla-thing would have just, you know, blown over."
Wesley: "Blown over? Angel is obsessed with Darla. Obsessions don"t just blow over."
Cordy: "Well, you certainly didn"t help by making him feel *guilty* about it. You shamed him into firing us!"
Wesley: "You blaming this on me?"
Cordy: "I"m not blaming... - Yes. I"m blaming you. *You* get the blame."
Gunn: "I don"t know. If I"d had to listen to you two day in day out snipe, snipe, snipe, bitch, bitch, bitch. - I figure you all got of easy, because I would have killed you."
Cordy: "Ha. That"s rich coming from Mr. "I don"t take orders - now where do I stick my ax?""
Gunn: "What is that supposed to mean?"
Wesley: "Well, Gunn. You"ve never been very supportive of Angel"s leadership role. I remember a certain shroud."
Gunn: "Hold up. Hold on, are you trying to tell me this is my fault?"
Wesley: "Well, how is the man supposed to run a business if his employees won"t follow directives?"
Gunn: "Was one of his directives "hire pansy-assed British guys?""
Wesley: "My ass is not pansy."
Host: "Could I have someone bring you kids another round?"
All three: "Yes."
Gunn: "What about her? Maybe if she"d had a couple more *visions* Angel would have been too distracted to think about this Darla-chick, huh?"
Cordy: "Earth to retards: you have an obsession you pretty much squeeze it into your schedule, no matter what!"
Wesley: "Aha! So you admit it"s an obsession."
Cordy: "No. - I mean, yes. But no."
Wesley: "Don"t call me that!"
Gunn: "You two are driving me buggy. All you talk about is "this is his fault, this is her fault..." You two wouldn"t last ten seconds on the street..."
Cordy: "Vampires, sloth demons - you what"s really, really evil? - Tequila."
Wesley: "I need to be dead now."
Host: "Well, well, I can see the maudlin segment of tonight"s binge is in full swing. Now, don"t be blue. I was *very* impressed with your musical recitation of pain earlier. And when I say pain, I mean mine. Although props for singing your little hearts out."
Cordy: "Yeah. Our hearts were out. You, Mr. Big - Mojo-guy, are supposed to, uhm, give us guidance now."
Wesley: "She"s right. We came, we sang, we... fought the urge to regurgitate."
Cordy: "So spill already. Not you. - What are we supposed to do with our lives? Where do we go from here?"
Host: "Oh - I"d love to tell you, sweetie. But - when the big guys talk, I shut my yap. And they"re about to get *real* chatty."
"Are you alright?"
Gunn: "What"d you see?"
Cordy: "Ooh. Alley. Not too far from here. A demon is dragging a girl... She"s hurt - bleeding..."
Wesley: "Let"s go."
Cordy: "I don"t get it? Are we late? We didn"t feel late in my head."
Gunn: "Over here."
Cordy: "It"s hers. It"s got to be hers. But where is she?"
Gunn: "If we had Angel, we could track her."
Cordy: "He"s also kill the big, spiny demon that took her. Did I mention that its teeth are about three inches long?"
Gunn: "And us with no weapons? Man, I wish Angel was here."
Wesley: "Well, he"s not! Angel"s walked away from his duty. We"re not going to."
Cordy: "So how do we find her?"
Wesley: "We start with basics. First we examine the area for any tell tale signs for a particular kind of ...eew."
Gunn: "There"s different kinds of yuuch?"
Wesley: "No, look."
Gunn: "He took her up there."
Cordy: "But the building is abandoned. The front door was all chained up. How are we supposed to...."
Dru: "I didn"t like that barkeeper. Hmm, can"t get his eyes of my fingers."
Darla: "That was the last one. It"s nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory."
Dru: "My little bird is anxious."
Darla: "Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru."
Dru: "He won"t leave, you know."
Darla: "I don"t wanna hear this."
Dru: "We could have a thousand soldiers and still he"ll come, galloping, galloping, still he"ll come."
Darla: "Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God"s sake, can"t a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?"
Dru: "You miss him, like a heartbeat."
Darla: "I don"t miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I"ve since been cured off. - You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I"m doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere."
Dru: "Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches."
Darla: "In a perfect world we"d be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town."
Dru: "I see such pretty fire."
Darla: "Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there"d be nothing left here but ashes."
Dru: "And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it"s like star music."
Darla: "That"s nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can"t be late."
Cordy: "Uh, it"s always the same. A smelly, old, abandoned building. Are there no demon hideouts in Beverly Hills?"
Wesley: "Several in matter of fact... Look. Over there."
Cordy: "That"s her. But where is the..."
Wesley: "Get her out of here."
Cordy: "Come on, we got to get you..."
Wesley: "We need to get her to a hospital."
Gunn: "What about you?"
Wesley: "I"m fine it"s just... We should go before I pass out, or possibly during."
Gunn: "This thing nearly ripped us to shreds."
Cordy: "Yeah, but out of everybody here, which one of us is the dead one?"
Darla: "I want to make this quick, alright? We get in there, weed out the losers, and get out. I"ve got precious little patience left."
Dru: "Oh, it"s beautiful! Dank and dark. It reeks of death."
Darla: "That"s motor oil, Dru."
Dru: "Can we buy it? It could be our castle."
Darla: "There"s no view. Plus we"re broke. Though I suppose Lindsey could help out in that respect, if they haven"t killed him yet."
Dru: "I like the girl. She"s wicked."
Darla: "They"re sweet kids. Naпve, but they"re only human. I doubt they even know what Wolfram and Hart"s true plan for Angel is. - But I have to say, my curiosity is peeked."
Dru: "Ten little soldiers, all in a line. A shot rings out down to nine."
Darla: "Ten? I"d be happy if we could find three who can hack it."
Dru: "Dead already? Bad soldiers!"
Darla: "I should have known."
Dru: "A shadow."
Darla: "Why so far away, my love? Why don"t you come over here and... stake me?
Dru: "I"m burning. Make it stop, please."
Darla: "Shh. Shh. That wasn"t Angel."
Dru: "He"s gone. He"s all gone. Oh - it hurts! It hurts!"
Darla: "Wasn"t Angelus either."
Dru: "Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please."
Darla: "Who was that?"
Lilah: "Heard about the fire?"
Lindsey: "They"re still alive."
Lilah: "Heard it was Angel."
Lilah: "Killed a dozen demons, lit up Darla and Drusilla like a Christmas tree."
Lindsey: "What is your point Lilah?"
Lilah: "Little grimmer than usual, don"t you think?"
Lindsey: "Holland"s vision lives on."
Lilah: "Screw his vision. Anybody"s going down in here, it"s gonna be you."
Lindsey: "If that"s what it takes."
Hunt: "Sit down."
"I suppose you know why you"re here. The Senior Partners have decided - that this should be a time of grief and reflection. We will never be able to replace Holland Manners. He was a man of extraordinary talents. - The bottom line is this leaves us with an opening in our roster.
We need an executive vice-president of Special Projects. Mr. McDonald - your conduct with this firm had proved spotty at best. You"ve stolen files, co-operated with our enemy, disobeyed orders time and again.
Mrs. Morgan - when you drove away the telekinetic Bethany Chaulk, you lost for us a powerful potential assassin.
Not to mention the fact that both of you have been extremely negligent about informing us of visits form certain - ladies - who, lest we forget, *ate* the majority of our contracts department. - The truth is that neither one of you are particularly qualified to run the special projects division.
As for your relationship to one another: your competition has been - vicious, destructive and - healthy. We think you keep each other on your toes. Which is why we have decided to appoint you both - as joint acting co-vice-presidents until such time as we see fit to - narrow it down. -
Congratulations. This is a big step. The Senior Partners - will be watching you."
Wesley: "I thought you might like to know we"re keeping the agency open - with or without you."
"You may have turned your back on your mission, but we haven"t."
"Someone has to fight the good fight."
Angel: "Let them fight the good fight. - Someone has to fight the war."