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Cordy: "We don't live in normal circumstances. I mean, what are the odds of any of us actually finding someone out there who can deal with the kind of stuff we have to deal with? I don't know. Maybe we *are* meant..."
Wes: "For each other?"
Cordy: "Actually I was gonna say to be alone."

Cordy: "Well, an impenetrable cube of hell fire in a heavily guarded demon dimension couldn't do much, so my guess - regular bars? Not really going to be a problem."
Angel: "She's right. All he'll need to get out this time is his lawyer."

Cordy: "It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it, that your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down because he doesn't even *think* of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to wear the mantel of vicious bitch would ever put up with it."

Angel: "I'm looking for Billy Blim?"
Dylan: "Are you a friend of his or what?"
Angel: "Friend? To be honest I'm looking to kill the bastard."
Dylan: "Oh. Come on in."

Cordy: "Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me."

Angel: "I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger, it was always about the pain and the pleasure."

Cordy: "Hm-mm. It's weird!"
Angel: "What is?"
Cordy: "I'm starting to get used to being creeped out and comforted at the same time."
Angel: "I get that."

Fred: "It wasn't something in you, Wesley. It was something that was done to you."
Wes: "I don't know what kind of man I am anymore."
Fred: "Well, I do. You're a good man."