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.
Doyle: Aye, you stood up.
Angel: Oh God. I was this close to tellin' him everything. One more hot poker and I was givin' him the ring, your mom, everything. How is your mom?
Spike : I know what this is. YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME TO HELL, PAVAYNE! Oh . . . well, that's just something I say . . . when, it gets dark.
Connor: I've gotta go back to my life now.
Angel: Do you really have to leave? Right now?
Connor: I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world - they really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
Spike: In terms of a plan?
Angel: We fight.
Spike: Bit more specific.
Angel: Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's go to work.