- Lindsey McDonald: Lilah, please they chose me. I'm clearly the guy.
- Nathan Reed: Yes, you are.
- Lindsey McDonald: You could've had it but you didn't have what it takes.
- [holds up hand]
- Lindsey McDonald: An evil hand. I mean come on, who here does, huh? Leon doesn't. Charlie doesn't.
- [rubs Charlie's head]
- Lindsey McDonald: 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.
- Nathan Reed: Alan.
- Lindsey McDonald: Alan how are you?
- [punches Alan & steals gun]
- Lindsey McDonald: Uh oh. Uh oh.
- [shoots Alan's foot]
- Lindsey McDonald: Ooooh, that's going to hurt in the morning. Come here.
- [throws Alan to the ground]
- Lindsey McDonald: Stop it, evil hand, stop it!
- [shoots around the room]
- Lindsey McDonald: I just can't control my evil hand. Nathan, I am so proud that you chose me. Charlie!
- [rubs Charlie's head]
- Lindsey McDonald: But if I would've been in your shoes, I would've chosen Lilah. Let me tell you why. Do you have any idea the hours this chick has logged in, huh? The files she has on you guys? Deep stuff. Ronnie, your stock manipulations. Nathan's little off-shore 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 of. Lilah is your guy. Me, I'm unreliable. I got these evil hand issues and I'm bored with this crap. And besides I'm leaving so if you want to chase me, be my guest but remember
- [holds up hand]
- Lindsey McDonald: evil.
- [knocks on desk]
- Lindsey McDonald: Charlie...
- [to Lilah]
- Lindsey McDonald: Good luck.
- [Lilah gasps as Lindsey pinches her butt. Lindsey holds up hand again]
- Lindsey McDonald: Evil!
- Cordelia Chase: Soup and salad, too? What is going on here?
- Angel: I forgot what you liked.
- Cordelia Chase: Why didn't you ask me?
- Angel: Well, you said, why is everyone asking you if they can get you anything. I-I didn't wanna do that.
- Cordelia Chase: So you did this instead.
- Angel: Yup.
- Cordelia Chase: I love you.
- Angel: There's only one thing we can do now.
- Cordelia Chase: Oh, God. Oh, no!
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: The karaoke bar.
- Charles Gunn: Angel's gonna sing?
- Cordelia Chase: Isn't there some other way?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: There has to be. Think, damnit!
- Angel: Hey! Come on.
- [Lindsey is singing]
- Cordelia Chase: Wow, h-he's good.
- Charles Gunn: Lawyer's got some pipes.
- Angel: You think he's good?
- Cordelia Chase: Shh!
- Angel: What is that? Rock, country, ballad? Pick a style, pal.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Shh!
- Lorne: Angelcakes, don't make me ask you to leave.
- Parole Officer: I'm not telling you zip! You can kill me, but Wolfram & Hart is gonna do a lot worse if they found out I talked to you.
- Angel: Kill you? Why would I kill you...
- [changes into his vamp face]
- Angel: When I could live off you for a month!
- Parole Officer: AHHH!
- Angel: [sarcastic] Mmm, can't you just taste that butter fat?
- Lindsey McDonald: You are really gross. You know that?
- Angel: You know, when I was in charge here, nobody questioned my methods, or my singing.
- Cordelia Chase: You're half right.