- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: [about Wolfram & Hart] It's true. They can't really be trusted.
- Darla: I don't trust them. But I know a thing or two about mind games.
- [to Angel]
- Darla: So do you. We've played them together for over a century.
- Cordelia Chase: Yes, but you were just soulless, blood-sucking demons. They're lawyers.
- Angel: [to Darla] She's right. We were amateurs.
- [talking to Darla after Angel just said she's not a prisoner]
- Cordelia Chase: So, first up, you're a prisoner.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I'd have to concur with that, yes.
- Cordelia Chase: See, you've got our friend all in knots.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Can't say we like you much.
- Cordelia Chase: So, sorry about the dying, but if you try to escape, we will hit you.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: On the head.
- Cordelia Chase: With very large and heavy objects. 'Kay?
- Lorne: Look, you're a big hunk of hero sandwich. You wanna save the girl. I can see why. But you're missing the crucial point here. Things fall apart. Not everything can be put back together, no matter how much you want it.
- Cordelia Chase: [about Angel] And he is not distraught, he's obsessed. And, I thought you were going to be a man and talk to him about this.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I was a man. I said... things.
- Cordelia Chase: Like what?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Like... did he prefer milk or sugar in his tea? It's how men talk about things in England!
- Cordelia Chase: You lied to us.
- Angel: I did, I know.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Why?
- Angel: I figured you'd nag.
- Darla: [to Angel] You know, just because we had a thing for a hundred and fifty years don't presume you know me!
- Angel: [about to jump into an empty pool] I'm either coming back with a cure, or you're gonna see something kinda funny.
- [last lines]
- Angel: I'm not gonna leave you. Every moment you have left, I'm gonna be by your side. You never have to be alone again.
- Lindsey McDonald: How'd you think this would end?
- Cordelia Chase: [to Wesley] Angel's back! And he has Darla with him!
- [to Darla]
- Cordelia Chase: Hi. You're, uh, planning on sleeping over?
- Darla: I'm dying.
- Cordelia Chase: So, just for the one night, then?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Dying?
- Darla: He doesn't believe it.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Angel, what's going on?
- Angel: Wolfram and Hart should her some medical files, supposedly proving she's only got a few months left to live.
- Cordelia Chase: So maybe more than the one night?
- Angel: That's not the point.
- Darla: What is the point, Angelus?
- Angel: The point is, you were undead for four hundred years. You've only been human again for a few months. Why not give it some time?
- Darla: I don't have time.
- Angel: Yes, you do. You were given a second chance. Don't throw that away before you get the opportunity...
- Darla: I'm dying.
- Angel: What?
- Darla: Yeah. And not sometime, not later. Now. Right now. They showed me my medical files. All the tests say the same thing. I've got about two months left, three at the most. So if you'll excuse me, I'm in sort of a hurry.
- Angel: I may not be able to come in, Lindsey, but...
- Lindsey McDonald: Wipe your feet.
- Angel: What?
- Lindsey McDonald: Wipe your feet. You can come in. Jeez, I invited you in already.
- Cordelia Chase: [to Wesley about Darla] I mean, not only is she putting his life at stake, but ours. I'm sorry, but after four hundred years of death and destruction, It seems to me you get voted off the island. Am I right?
- [seeing Angel]
- Cordelia Chase: You're back?
- Lorne: [Darla is singing] Ew.
- Angel: Hey, what is that? What does that mean, ew?
- Lorne: It means, ew. Ground control to Major Tom, we may not be able to save this bird.
- Angel: I'm gonna save her and you're going to help me.
- Lorne: I sense pain and anger. You still testy from the last time?
- Angel: I don't know, when you sent me to that Swami who was dead and his imposter tried to kill me? Why would I be testy about that?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: He's just so distraught about...
- Cordelia Chase: Don't say Darla. I am sick and tired of hearing about Darla. If I hear the name Darla one more time...
- Lindsey McDonald: Does it really look like you need to throttle me for information?
- Angel: Need to?
- Lindsey McDonald: Yes, she's dying. Yes, those medical reports you saw are real. You want a second opinion? Here. How about a third, hmm? How about a tenth? I used every connection Wolfram and Hart had. That's my own personal Doctor. They all say the same thing: "Syphilitic heart condition. Terminal". Looks like Darla was a working girl in the New World. Syphilis was what she was dying from when she was human. Now, she's human again. Kinda picking up where she left off. Today, something like that can be cleared up with a few anti-biotics, if you catch it in time. We're about a month and what... four hundred years too late?
- [first lines]
- Cordelia Chase: [about Angel] Don't you think we should check on him? He's been in that cellar a long time.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I keep hearing a "chucka-chucka" sound. What's he doing down there?
- Cordelia Chase: How should I know? He barely says "Good morning and get me a glass of blood" anymore.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I know.
- Cordelia Chase: Listen up, Mister, if you expect us to go with you on some wild goose chase, then guess again. We're not going to enable you with your addiction!