Fred: What we've got here is a modification of the TS-113 Sniper Rifle. We've altered its targeting and firing mechanisms to fit the parameters you gave us. Scope works along amplified thermal wavelengths.
Emil: God... You are making me so hot right now.
Fred: Wow. Turned on by a woman holding an enormous gun. What a surprise.

Angel: She could have been killed.
Eve: Medical's optimistic. She should be up and about soon enough.
Angel: What the hell was Fred doing there in the first place?
Wesley: I needed someone who could explain the weapon convincingly.
Angel: Nobody else here knows how to explain a gun?
Wesley: I needed someone who wouldn't arouse Emil's suspicion. Someone I could trust.
Angel: And so conveniently, the only person who could go with you was Fred.
Wesley: What is that—
Angel: She shouldn't have been there. It was a reckless decision.
Wesley: Fred has more than proven herself in the field. There was no reason to think—
Angel: We found her bleeding to death on the ground. From now on, you clear it with me before using any of my people.
Wesley: Your people?
Angel: Got it?

Angel: He can be careless.
Eve: Focuses too much on the big picture? Overlooks the people involved?
Angel: Something like that.
Eve: Willing to risk anything... or anyone... for the greater good. Look, hey... I'm just asking. Could it be there's another reason you're getting so mad at him about this? Mmm... stealing your son, for instance?
Angel: We don't talk about my son.
Eve: You don't trust Wesley, do you? I mean, I can see that. He did turn Connor over to your sworn enemy.
Angel: He didn't mean for that to happen. He thought he was doing the right thing.
Eve: And I guess it all worked out. Connor's OK, you're happy... Maybe Wesley knew what he was doing after all. Even if he doesn't remember any of it.
Angel: That's got nothing to do with— I just want to be kept informed. That's all.
Eve: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to do "the right thing"?

Wesley: I'm sorry about what happened, Fred.
Fred: Are you kidding me? I feel bad because all I had to do was hide, and I couldn't even do that right.
Wesley: I should've done a better job protecting you.
Fred: What?
Wesley: That didn't come out...
Fred: Do you realize how patronizing that sounds? Protecting me?
Wesley: I just meant you shouldn't have been there in the first place.
Fred: That's not for you to decide.
Wesley: Yes, it is, actually. I made the call. I screwed up.
Fred: Listen to you. You're blaming yourself because poor Fred got hurt. Stop trying to be all valiant. You're coming off like a self-pitying child.
Wesley: Hello, father.
Fred: Oh, yeah, that's mature. Well, I wish I was your father. I'd tell you to grow up.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: It doesn't work. I've tried.

Wesley: What are you doing here?
Fred: You're Wesley's—
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: I see manners are still my son's strong point. Roger Wyndam-Pryce.
Fred: Oh. How do you do? Winifred Burkle. I—I didn't realize you were— um, we were just— I, um, have an employee that I have to belittle and to show him I'm in charge. I should let you two catch up. It was really nice to meet you. I'm sure I'll see you again soon.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: The pleasure is mine. "A self-pitying child." Imagine how humiliating that will be for her employee.

Roger Wyndham-Pryce: As you may well know, the watcher's council was destroyed last year.
Wesley: I heard.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: The remaining former watchers, myself included, have decided to reform the council, and I've been sent to contact you.
Wesley: Are you saying the council wants me to come back?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Not necessarily. Your name's proven to be a point of contention. There is some who believe that your tenure as watcher ranks as our most embarrassing failure.
Wesley: Really? I beat out everybody dying in an explosion as most embarrassing failure.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Friends and colleagues lost their lives in that event, Wesley. A little respect.
Wesley: Sorry.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: The council have agreed to take you back, pending my assessment. I'm here to evaluate you.
Wesley: I see. Well, I'll save you the trouble. I'm not interested.

Lorne: You're killing me. If Louis Gossett, Jr. wants this foam party to happen, he'll keep his mouth zipped tight. I've been working on this guest list all week. Yes, my entire week. I don't care about Iron Eagle II, Van. Nobody did. Oh, no. Don't tell him that. Wesley Wyndam-Price, you should be ashamed. I didn't know you had a younger brother.
Wesley: Lorne. Yes. This is my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: How do you do?
Lorne: A father? Well, I don't believe it. Well, OK, I do believe it, but only 'cause I heard you were in the building. Ha ha ha. Well, look at you. It's like Winston Churchill and a young Richard Harris had a beautiful love child, which, according to my sources, may not be as ridiculous as it sounds.
Wesley: Lorne runs our entertainment division.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Entertainment division. Well, I can see how that would be very useful in the fight against evil.
Gunn: You'd be amazed at how many horrible movies we've stopped.

Fred: We found cybernetics throughout the body, in most cases replacing entire organic systems.
Angel: Was it human?
Fred: We think so. The nervous system seems human at least, but the rest of the technology is so foreign to us. We can't be sure of anything right now. This thing really blurs the line between human and robot.
Spike: Aha! So you're not ruling out that a human being could've boffed a robot. Sex with robots is more common than most people think.

Wesley: Everyone, I'd like you to meet my father, Roger Wyndam-Price.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Hello.
Spike: Daddy, eh? I always thought Wesley was grown in some sort of greenhouse for dandies.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Spike.
Spike: You've heard of me?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: No. We've met. 1963. My colleagues and I fell upon you slaughtering an orphanage in Vienna. Killed 2 of my men before you escaped.
Spike: Oh... how've you been?

Angel: I'm Angel. Pleasure to meet you. Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Do you really expect me to shake that? Angel: I'm not real comfortable with hugging.

Fred: Thanks. Anyway, we were wanting you to decipher it before we went digging around in there. Wesley handles this sort of stuff for us all the time. He's a genius when it comes to languages.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Oh, the academy didn't make him head boy for nothing. Mind you, as I recall, the pickings were a bit slim that year.

Wesley: Get everyone out of here. We have to evacuate the entire building!
Spike: Wait. What the hell am I worried about?

Angel: What happened?
Spike: I can explain. Apparently, when Percy here was younger, he used to be known as "head boy."
Angel: Yeah. I already knew that.
Spike: Right. I have nothing else to report.

Wesley: It was a stupid mistake.
Angel: Yeah, well, your father's visit just rattled you.
Wesley: I find it hard to think straight when he's around.
Angel: Fathers and sons. That can be torture sometimes.

Fred: He was how old?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Ha ha. 6 or 7. He must have taken the scroll from my library. Wesley, I was just telling Winifred about the time that I caught you with the resurrection spell.
Wesley: Oh, right.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: I couldn't remember. Why were you doing that?
Wesley: A bird had flown into my windowpane. I think I was trying to bring it back to life.
Fred: I can't believe you could even read a resurrection spell at age 7.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Oh, his mother thought he was quite the prodigy. Well, luckily, I caught him, or we'd have had zombie birds pecking out his little eyeballs.
Wesley: I was hoping to enlist your expertise in some research.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Oh, no. You're not gonna try and blow me up again, are you?
Wesley: Probably not.

Spike: Not to sound self-absorbed, but you can't seem to keep your eyes off me.
Eve: Now, why would that make you sound self-absorbed?
Spike: Don't think I haven't noticed. You've been very keen on what I've been doing lately.
Eve: How's it going, by the way? You able to affect the world yet?
Spike: Does that scare you? Are you worried that ol' Spike might be bustin' loose of your shackles?
Eve: What are you talking about?
Spike: Save the innocent act. Your "here to help" cheerleader routine may work on Angel, but I see right through it. There's more to you than you're letting on.
Eve: Could say the same for you. Unless you really are happy to haunt around here for eternity.
Spike: Well, that's the problem, isn't it? Figure I'm trapped here for a reason... and you're part of that reason. That amulet that did this to me—Wolfram & Hart gave it to Angel. Gotta assume they meant to make him a ghost, not me. So, why am I here? Why don't they just let me go?
Eve: Who said the amulet was meant for Angel? That's odd.
Spike: I know what this is. You'll never take me to hell, Pavayne! Oh. Well, that's just something I say... when, uh... it gets dark.

Spike: Oh, uh, Eve's stuck in the elevator.
Gunn: So tell maintenance.
Spike: Right. Well, where the bloody hell is maint— Oh, to be honest, I don't even care.

Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Walk away from this, Wesley. You'll never understand what we're trying to do here.
Wesley: You're using the Staff of Devosynn to take Angel's will, make him your slave. Your cyborgs panic a bit too easily.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: That creature is more dangerous to mankind than you realize.
Wesley: You're wrong about him. He's not what you think.

Roger Wyndham-Pryce: You know what that vampire is and what he's done, and you follow him anyway?
Wesley: Maybe I know what I'm doing. Why can't you trust that?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: You disgrace yourself with the council, you join forces with him, and you have the nerve to ask me why I can't trust you?
Wesley: I've done everything you ever asked, and I've done it well.
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: I asked for this, hmm? I wanted to be humiliated?
Wesley: No, I suppose I don't know what you really wanted. You never had any use for me as a child, and you can't bear the thought of me as an adult. Tell me, father, what is it that galls you so, that I was never as good at the job as you... or that I just might be better?
Roger Wyndham-Pryce: Oh, yes, this is Los Angeles. We have to talk about our feelings. Then maybe we'll hug.
Wesley: It's doubtful.

Wesley: How are you doing?
Angel: Well, you know that worst part about losing your free will?
Wesley: Having no control over your body?
Angel: Well, there's that and... you get really nauseous.

Wesley: We have to assume we crossed some powerful forces when we took over this company.
Angel: They're all trying to bring us down. The perception is that we're weak.
Wesley: No. The perception is I'm weak. That's why they went for me.
Angel: They're wrong. You do what you have to do to protect the people around you. To do what you know is right, regardless of the cost. You know, I never really understood that. You're the guy who makes all the hard decisions, even if you have to make 'em alone.
Wesley: Right now I feel like the guy who shot his own father.
Angel: Well, it was just a robot with a fancy glamour.
Wesley: That thing knew everything about me.
Angel: You know, if they had access to the Watchers Council's old files, they'd have your background information, character assessments...
Wesley: Psychological profiles. Everything they'd need.
Angel: Well, like I said... don't beat yourself up. Oh... you know... I killed my actual dad. It was one of the first things I did when I became a vampire.
Wesley: I hardly see how that's the same situation.
Angel: Yeah. I didn't really think that one through.

Spike: Heard what happened up top, offing your dad and all. Don't know if you know this, but, uh... I killed my mum. Actually, I'd already killed her, and then she tried to shag me, so I had to—
Wesley: Thank you. I'm...very comforted. Right.

Wesley: If you're here to tell me about how you killed your parents... perhaps it could wait for another time.
Fred: What? No. They're fine. It's not like you killed your dad, either.
Wesley: Right.
Fred: Part of you knew. Even if you can't admit it to yourself, part of you knew it wasn't him.
Wesley: No. I was sure it was him. You were there. I killed my father.
Fred: He was threatening your friends.
Wesley: He was threatening you. He pointed a gun at you, Fred... so I shot him.

Wesley: Hello, Mom, it's me. No, everything's fine. I was hoping to speak with Father, actually. Yes, all right. Hello, father, how are— Oh, I didn't realize it was so early there. I've had a bit of a— Of course we have clocks in Los Angeles. Listen, I wanted to— Nothing's wrong. I just... wanted to call... and...see how you were.