Cordelia: Check out Giles: The Next Generation. What's your deal?

Wesley: My. She is cheeky, isn't she?
Faith: Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait.

Mayor Wilkins: Well, this *is* exciting. A Slayer up for Murder One. That's sunshine and roses to me. It really is.

Angel: I'm sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you... Actually, it is that I don't trust you.

Angel: It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall.

Angel: I know what's goin' on with you.
Faith: Join the club. Everybody seems to have a theory.
Angel: Hmm. But I know what it's like to take a life. To feel a future, a world of possibilities, snuffed out by your own hand. I know the power in it. The exhilaration. It was like a drug for me.
Faith: Yeah? Sounds like you need some help. A professional maybe.
Angel: Hmm. A professional couldn't have helped me. It stopped when I got my soul back. My human heart.
Faith: Goody for you. If we're gonna party, let's get on with it. Otherwise, could you let me out of these things?
Angel: Faith, you have a choice. You've tasted something few ever do. I mean, to kill without remorse is to feel like a god.
Faith: Right now, all I feel is a cramp in my wrist, so let me go!
Angel: But you're not a god. You're not much more than a child. Going down this path will ruin you. You can't imagine the price for true evil.
Faith: Yeah? I hope evil takes MasterCard.

Angel: You and me, Faith, we're a lot alike. Time was, I thought humans existed just to hurt each other. But then I came here. And I found out that there are other types of people. People who genuinely wanted to do right. And they make mistakes. And they fall down. You know, but they keep caring. Keep trying. If you can trust us, Faith, this can all change. You don't have to disappear into the darkness.

Wesley: What can I do? I want to help.
Buffy: You still got your ticket back to the mother country?