Cordelia: Well, I better get mingling. I really should be talking to people that are somebody. But it was fun!
Angel: It’s nice that she’s grown as a person.
Doyle: See, you need to chat people up a bit more casual like, you know? “Hi, what’s your name? How’s life treating you? What’s that you say? Minions from hell getting you down?”
Kate: You’re telling me you’re an investigator?
Angel: More or less.
Kate: Where’s your license?
Angel: That’s the less part.
Angel: I know you guys have been working hard and cooped up inside a lot. And, uh, to show my appreciation, I was thinking, the night being you know, young and all… that the three of us could, well, should maybe … go out. You know… for fun.
Cordelia: Or…. we can… go home!
Doyle: And you can sit in the dark alone.
Angel: God yes. Thank you.
Doyle: All I’m saying is, if you and I ever hope to take that cruise to the Bahamas together, we’re going to need a lot more clients with means.
Cordelia: And an alternate reality in which you’re Matthew McConaughey.
Angel: I don’t know about you, but I had a nice day. You know, except for the bulk of it where I was nearly tortured to death.
Kate: Go to hell.
Angel: Been there, done that.
Spike: I was once a bad-assed vampire. But love and a pesky curse de-fanged me and now im just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth.
Buffy: I felt your heart beat.
Angel: We’re – I’m from Wolfram and Hart.
Spike: I’m his date.
Angel: And that wins out every time with you. You know, the human race has evolved, Spike!
Spike: Oh, into a bunch of namby-pamby, self-analyzing wankers who could never hope to…
Angel: We’re bigger. We’re smarter. Plus, there’s a thing called teamwork, not to mention the superstitious terror of your pure aggressors.