- Spike: [while trying to 'study' Illyria] Right, we need to set some ground rules. First off, no more punching me in the face! Secondly, when I punch YOU in the face, you tell me how you feel, so I can write it down on my clipboard.
- [picks up his clipboard, gets defensive]
- Spike: Third - no touching my clipboard.
- Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
- Spike: Well we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause-
- [Illyria kicks Spike in the face]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [about Illyria] She's either counting oxygen molecules or analyzing the Petri dish she just put into her mouth. Or sleeping. I can never quite tell.
- Angel: You sure this is a good idea?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: We have plenty of Petri dishes.
- Illyria: You betrayed Angel. You stole his son. He tried to kill you.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes.
- Illyria: Are these the memories you needed back? Does this now make you Wesley?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: At least I know what happened.
- Illyria: Do you? There are two sets of memories. Those that happened and those that are fabricated. It's hard to tell which is which.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Try to push reality out of your mind. Focus on the other memories. They were created for a reason.
- Illyria: To hide from the truth?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: To endure it.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: She doesn't understand our world. She needs someone to guide her. She needs...
- Angel: When was the last time you slept? You're not her savior. I need you here, working, not off drinking yourself into a coma, chasing ghosts. Fred's dead, Wes. You're still alive. Start acting like it.
- Charles Gunn: [speaking to the demon who cuts out the heart of a person who wears the cursed necklace] Come on, Sparky. Let's go. This heart ain't gonna cut itself out.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Illyria can be... difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
- Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Good.
- Angel: Tell you what. Why don't you just tell me?
- Marcus Hamilton: Let's be clear about this. Things run differently now. I'm not a little girl. You and I won't be making love on this couch any time soon. Now, with that in mind, how can I help you?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You changed the world.
- Angel: He's my son, Wesley. Connor's my son.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [long pause] Did you trade her? Did you trade Fred for your son?
- Angel: What?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Everything that's happened since we took over Wolfram & Hart, everything that's happened to... her... Did you know? Was Fred the price?
- Angel: No. Wes... I can explain. Just put that down.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Why are you so afraid of this? He said it would bring back the past. Will it undo what you've done?
- Angel: No. It won't bring her back.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Let's find out.
- [He motions like he's going to throw the glass cube to the ground]
- Angel: No! Please. You have to trust me.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I can't. Not anymore.
- [Wesley slams the glass cube into the ground. As it shatters, the cube releases an explosion of bright yellow light, sending everyone in the room back from the blast]