Season One

Parting Gifts

Wesley: I'll wager you never thought you'd see me again.
Angel: To tell you the truth, I haven't given it much thought one way or another.

Wesley: I think it only fair to warn you, any sudden movement and I'll be forced--(Angel slaps crossbow away) Right. You had a question?

Angel: Interesting look for you. Motorcycle? Watcher's Council trying out a new image?
Wesley: In point of fact, I no longer work for the Council. I came to the conclusion I was of greater good to the cause working autonomously.
Angel: They fired you.

Wesley: And that's why I became a Rogue Demon Hunter.
Angel: You're a demon hunter?
Wesley: Rogue Demon Hunter.

Wesley: Well, what a nice . . . (Cordelia kisses him)Surprise.
Cordelia: Didn't work!
Wesley: No? I thought it went considerably better than last time.
Cordelia: No, I was trying an experiment with . . . Wesley?

Cordelia: What are you doing here? Are you working with Angel?
Wesley: A lone wolf such as myself never works with anyone. I'm merely allowing Angel to assist me.
Cordelia: Oh. Wow.
Wesley: I'm a Rogue Demon Hunter now.
Cordelia: Wow. (pause) What's a rogue demon?

Cordelia: Are you alright, Wesley?
Wesley: No, these pants tend to chafe my . . . legs.

Yes, yes. Fish will die? Not fish.

Hit the cherry? Slam the cherry?

Wesley: If anything happens to Cordelia because of me . . .
Angel: Nothing's gonna happen to Cordelia. I won't allow it.

Wesley: I'm a fool. A sniveling, great . . .
Angel: Ugly, grey, blobby thing.
Wesley: Yes! I'm an ugly, grey, blobby . . . what?

You! Butcher an innocent girl, will you? I'm going to thrash you within an inch of your life. And then I'm gonna take that inch!!!

Wesley: Well, I'll be off. Farewell Angel. Who knows when our paths will cross.
Angel: Wesley.
Cordelia: Do you even know where you're headed?
Wesley: Rogue Demon Hunters rarely do. Wherever evil lurks, wherever the forces of darkness threaten humanity, that's where I'll be.
Cordelia: Oh, okay. Well, keep in touch.
Wesley: Yes, yes, I will. But now evil lurking everywhere bids me onwards! So, I go.
Cordelia: Take care!
Wesley: Yes. (starts to leave . . . ducks back in)No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain, heat and famine, deep painful gnawing hunger, I go.
Angel: Breakfast?
Wesley: Ooo! I suppose so.

Somnambulist

Even a solitary soldier such as myself recognizes that a free exchange of intelligence benefits the common struggle. Also, I brought in your mail and newspaper.

Cordelia: So what have you got?
Wesley: Got?
Cordelia: You wanted to compare skinnies on the current evil happenings.
Wesley: Yes, skinnies. Precisely!

Wesley: How go things on your end of the good fight?
Cordelia: I've been giving the hard sell to an empty chair. What do you think?
Wesley: Quiet all around then.

Wesley: We made a most effective team, I felt. Vanquishing that empathy demon in such short order.
Cordelia: Yeah, well, nobody gouged out my eyes, so I'm happy.
Wesley: Yes, most effective -- your cryptic visions, Angel's brawn, my highly developed powers of deduction...
Cordelia: This isn't our mail.

Wesley: Notice the modus operandi? The mutilation of the corpse with a religious icon?
Cordelia: I'm against it?

Wesley: While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research, specifically on Angel -- given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.
Cordelia: He looked pretty comfortable to me.

Wesley: Why should we believe a word you say?
Angel: (Grab. Twist.) That's how fast I could take you if I wanted to.
Wesley: All right. We're listening.

Cordelia: Gallagher's changed his act more times than this dude has in the last two centuries. Why do you think he's doing the same old shtick?
Wesley: Well, it's a classic, isn't it? Every time he smashes that watermelon with a sledgehammer, I just...

Wesley: You can't walk into a police precinct with intimate knowledge of these murders and claim a 200-year-old Puritan's responsible. You'd be locked up faster Lady Hamilton's virtue. (to Cordelia) My apologies.
Cordelia: That's okay, I don't...I don't know what that meant.

Wesley: Where'd you get the police radio?
Angel: Police car.
Wesley: Oh dear!

Nothing on the streets about a new vampire in town. (Penn grabs him) Which is maybe because he's here and has me by the throat.

Expecting

Wesley: Hello! I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian Fighting Ax, when I suddenly thought, "Perhaps Cordelia's had a vision. Perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil."
Angel: We seem to be evil-free at the moment.
Wesley: I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if either of you has the nerve to take me on.
Cordelia: Gee, Wesley, I'd love to, but unlike you, I'm not in my 80s quite yet.

If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me [turns to see Serena & Emily] sick with envy.

That was bracing.

Maybe we should clean up. [looks at carnage] Do you think a Tarval demon leaves a hefty security deposit?

Wesley: Nobody's more fond of Cordelia than I, but if she wants to go gad-abouting with those doxies . . .
Angel: I think they liked you.
Wesley: Really? I didn't mean doxy in a sexually promiscuous sense, exactly. You don't think sticking the ax in the wall put them off?
Angel: That was charming.
Wesley: What about the fact they thought we were gay?
Angel: Adds mystery.

Hey, that's some jaunty polka.

Doctor: You're, what, 8 1/2 months along?
Wesley: Feels like only yesterday, doesn't it?

Wesley: We can end this without harming the women. Oh. just one tiny problem.
Angel: What's that?
Wesley: Well, I don't want to use the words "impossible to kill," but . . . fire won't kill it. Decapitation won't. It's really huge.

Demon: Who are you?
Wesley: Wesley Wyndham-Price, Rogue Demon Hunter. And I'm here to fight you, sir, to the death -- preferably yours.

As a point of courtesy, I like to get to know my opponents before I engage them in mortal combat. Do, uh, do you have any hobbies?

Wesley: If you need more time, Angel can manage. I've been helping out a little, and . . . someone forgot to close the filter again.
Angel: Of course, if you're ready to come back. . . .

Cordelia: This producer was so nice. He said I was his first choice. We're going out to dinner tonight.
Angel: Tonight?
Wesley: Well, best you get back on the horse, I suppose.

She

Girl: Nice sweater. Hand-knit?
Wesley: Certainly not by me!
Girl: I didn't mean . . . I mean, it's a great sweater.
Wesley: Oh, well I'll pass that on then . . . to the person who knit it. I mean, I would if I knew who did. Which I don't. So I won't pass it on to anyone, will I?

Wesley: Good morning!
Angel: Now I'm depressed.

Wesley: I don't suppose there's any leftovers lying about -- any abandoned shrimp puffs?
Angel: You're broke aren't you?
Wesley: Angel, a man's finances are his own business.
Angel: You want a job?
Wesley: Oh, yes, please!

Wesley: I intend to earn my keep. Oh, in terms of this keep, by the by . . .
Angel: There's no dental.
Wesley: Right, well, I'll floss.

Wesley: AHA!
Cordelia: That better be an AHA! of triumph. I was dreaming there was a going-out-of-business sale at Neiman's!
Wesley: I think I've located them - the Vygeries of Odin Tao.
Cordelia: The whodies of whatty?

Now that I'm officially in Angel's employ, I feel it's doubly important to show initiative and drive. We can't just dally ab--- Look! Nancy's Petticoat!

Cordelia: I wonder how we find where they keep the compost?
Wesley: I'd say we follow our noses.

Wesley: There's no answer.
Cordelia: I bet he forgot to turn that thing on again. You'd think a guy who knows how to use an ancient Scythian short bow could figure out how to use a cell phone.

Wesley: My, what a grip. Very healthy. Surprisingly firm myself, under the jacket. Have a feel.
Cordelia: You're pathetic! And about to get your eyeballs fried!

Cordelia: Wow. Groveling isn't just a way of life for you. It's an art.
Wesley: I do not grovel. (to Angel) Please don't fire me.

What happened yesterday was an anomaly. I'm very rarely taken hostage.

Wesley: I'm your faithful servant Angel.
Cordelia: Like I said, an art.

I've Got You Under My Skin

Wesley: A knife with that mark is the only way to kill a Kek demon. It could be very useful.
Angel: Especially if Kek demons weren't extinct.
Wesley: They are? Oh dear. Well, perhaps there's one out there hibernating, ready to awaken at any moment and embark on a grizzly rampage.
Angel: I'll keep my fingers crossed.

Angel: She's making brownies.
Wesley: Oh, is that what I smell? I thought I'd tracked something in.

Cordelia: You're gonna love 'em.
Wesley: Me? Doesn't Angel have to... get to try any?
Cordelia: They're brownies full of nutty goodness, not red blood cells.
Wesley: Oh, I wasn't thinking. More of a drinker than an eater, I suppose.
Cordelia: Maybe if he branched out into the solids, he'd keep a decent knife around. (grabs Kek knife)
Wesley: That is not appropriate! It's for killing extinct demons! Angel, make her stop.

Wesley: That blade is very old, who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it.
Cordelia: Corrosive effect?
Angel: Cordelia, just put down the very sharp knife.
Wesley: Well, they don't smell right.
Cordelia: I think Mr. Too-Much-Cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.

Cordelia: What is this stuff anyway? It's kinda pretty.
Wesley: It's the bodily excretion of an Ethros Demon.
Cordelia: No one could have said 'demon poo' *before* I touched it?

Wesley: It tends to go in for mass murder. You've heard of Lizzie Borden--she killed her parents with an ax?
Cordelia: I remember the children's rhyme. And how come they're all full of death and cradles falling and mice getting tails cut off? Anyway, the whole thing needs a ratings system, don't you think?

Wesley: A little Silas Eucalyptus Powder ingested by the host...
Cordelia: Then what? Dad goes "grrr"? Head spins around?
Wesley: Essentially.

Angel: You've never done this before. Look, it takes tremendous strength -- mental strength.
Wesley: Resistence to suggestion. Yes, I understand that. I like to think of myself as possessing a certain...
Angel: Wesley, you don't even have sales resistance. How many thigh masters do you own?
Wesley: The second one was a free gift with my Buns of Steel.

Wesley: You're saying I can't do it.
Angel: That's right.
Wesley: So, our only option is [tosses a cross at Angel] you do it.
Angel [dropping cross like the proveribal hot potato]: That was vulgar.
Wesley: But I believe I made my point.

Wesley: I believe I know how the priest was killed. When an Ethros is cast out it immediately seeks another body to inhabit. The demon is expelled with such force, the newly inhabited rarely survives.
Angel: That's a problem.
Wesley: I dare say.

Ryan: You couldn't even Watch. Everyone knows you got fired because you couldn't do anything right. Nothing is going to make him proud of you.
Wesley: Skimming the surface of my mind. Very good. But a mere parlor trick. Here's one for you. How many crosses am I holding up?

The Prodigal

Wesley: I think you'll find most people require some period of adjustment when confronted with the dark forces which surround us. Women in particular...
Cordelia [wielding saw, referring to demon]: Found it!
Wesley: ...struggle with it.

It's synthetic. And it seems to contain properties not unlike street PCP, though more metaphysical in nature, of course. I did identify eye of newt as one of the ingredients, but one suspects added chiefly for taste, rather than kick.

I think it would be a fair intuitive leap to assume that the Kwahini was jonesing to get well, yes.

Cordelia: First off, I hate following detail.
Wesley: The voyeuristic aspect is rather unseemly.
Cordelia: Oh! Can I mention traffic? And parking? Or the complete lack of it?

Cordelia: 0-5-2-2. There!
Wesley: Right. So, now we should be protected by state-of-the-art home and workplace security designed to attractively complement any room, home or office, TM.

Angel: This is strictly recon. I need to know exactly what we're dealing with before we make any moves.
Wesley: you are. Deliberate, cautious approach would be the most sensible plan. Fools rush in.
Cordelia: No, he wants you to stay here.

Wesley: What happened to calmly, cautiously, and deliberately investigating before rushing in?
Angel: That was Plan A. We've since moved on to Plan B.
Wesley: And Plan B is?
Angel: [brandishing an axe] Do I really have to explain it to you, Wesley?

The Ring

Cordelia: Demons, Demons, Demons. Wow. They put a lot of thought into *that* title.
Wesley: It's a demon database. What would you call it?
Cordelia: I don't know. How 'bout...Demon Database?
Wesley: Ah. A name rife with single entendre.

Cordelia: I was just joking Mr. Grouchy Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?
Wesley: For your information, I live a rich and varied social life.
Cordelia: Oh, I know. Every night it's Jeopardy followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out girls, this one can't be tamed.
Wesley: I'll admit it may not be as intoxicating as a life erected on high-fashion pumps and a push-up bra.
Cordelia: Hey, if anyone is wearing a push-up bra around here it's...Angel!

Cordelia: You're going to the bookie?
Wesley: That's the last place we know Angel went.
Cordelia: The bookie who may get his jollies cutting off people's extremities?
Wesley: That's why I'm taking this! [pulls out crossbow...and a tangled mess of other things] Along with a few other things.

Wesley: Where is he?
Ernie: Your boss? Gave me $200 to answer his questions. I'm a businessman. Make an offer.
Wesley: You should understand that the man I work for means a great deal to me, and I will not give you a single red cent. What I will do, sir, is beat it out of you, if I have to.
Ernie (laughing): You're from another country right? [Wesley holds up his crossbow] What are you, Robin Hood?

Something's going down tonight! Something with The Man!

Wesley: These Octavian matches date back to the Roman Empire I'd heard rumors of a revival.
Cordelia: Well, couldn't they have just done West Side Story?

I may be able to make one myself -- if I could get my hands on one of those cuffs, which isn't going to be easy...unless you happened to procure one while I wasn't looking.

Wesley: Cordelia, do you mind? I'm trying to concentrate.
Cordelia: You've been concentrating all night.

Wesley: I need to see Angel. Tall fellow. Prominent brow.
Cribb: Yeah, he's dead.
Wesley: Dead?
Cribb: About 20 seconds, he will be. He's fighting Trepkos and who the hell are you?

Cordelia: Wesley came up with the key!
Wesley: But Cordelia came up with the key to the key in a clinch moment.
Angel: You both did great. And I think we did a good thing here.
Wesley: Yes. We set the captives free.
Cordelia: Well, actually, didn't we set a bunch of demons free?
Wesley: Ah well, technically...yes.

Eternity

Wesley: We're doomed.
Angel: Maybe we can make a break for it.
Wesley: Impossible.
Angel: Front exit?
Wesley: They'd spot us instantly.
Angel: Back door?
Wesley: Blocked.
Angel: That's it then. We're trapped.
Wesley: We might try shouting fire...It's not technically a crowded theater.

Wesley: Only another hour.
Cordelia: I mean...Of course...a time will come when Torvald is not...is not...Line!
Wesley: Perhaps two.

Rebecca: Oh, God. Who called ET?
Wesley: Emma Thompson?

Cordelia: I made the papers. Last night's all over the front page of the Calendar section!
Wesley: Hey! There was a reviewer from the Times at your play?
Cordelia: What? No! Like a reviewer needs to see some 100-year-old play.

And they say there are no seasons in Los Angeles.

Cordelia: He can fight off donkey demons who rip people's guts out, but he can't help one defenseless actress from a psycho? What is your thing?!
Wesley: He likes her. He's afraid to get close.
Cordelia: 'Cuz of his curse? You'd have to get awfully close for that to kick in. In the meantime, you could be helping me.
Wesley: The person who needs help here is Miss Lowell.
Cordelia: Right! He could be helping us both. Think of the karma!

Cordelia: Did he spend the night?
Wesley: One assumes.
Cordelia: Great, he spent the night with the fantasy of millions. All alone. "Protecting" her.
Wesley: You're worried about the curse. I wouldn't be.
Cordelia: Hey, you weren't around the last time Angel went mental. I, on the other hand, was on the first wave of the clean-up crew.

Cordelia: He knows perfect happiness. He goes evil. So don't tell me not to worry.
Wesley: Angel's moment of true happiness occurred because he was with Buffy. Do you realize how rare that is? True happiness? And what are the odds he'd find it with an actress.
Cordelia: What's that supposed to mean?
Wesley: I was...ah...I meant TV actress.

Angelus: Name's Angelus.
Wesley: I don't wish to resort to drastic measures. But unless you listen to reason, I warn you...
Angelus: You're warning me? What happened, Wes? You suddenly grow a pair?

Angel: I need to apologize to both of you.
Wesley: There's really no need.
Cordelia: Uh, hello?

Five by Five

He may be a ruffian. But he's already got a soul, and therefore, somewhere deep down inside, an urge to do what's right.

Cordelia: How'd it go?
Wesley: We won.
Cordelia: Gang Guy testified?
Angel: Stood up and told the truth.
Cordelia: What did I tell you?
Wesley: That he never would.

Wesley: This isn't right.
Cordelia: When a whacked out Slayer tries to kill your boss, it's very wrong.

Wesley: I meant Giles. Why didn't he give me the heads up? I was Faith's Watcher. When she came out of her coma, Giles should have contacted me immediately.
Cordelia: Maybe he was busy trying to keep her from, I don't know, killing everybody?

Angel: Make yourselves scarce. I don't want to give her any free targets.
Wesley: You've been targeted by a psychotic. I'm certainly not going to run and hide.
Cordelia: I like the plan where I'm scarce.
Wesley: We've got to band together. Strength in numbers.
Cordelia: Two's a number.

Wesley: It seems you're taking this personally.
Angel: She tried to shoot my own personal back, so yeah.

Wesley: She's not a demon. She's a sick, sick girl. If there's even a chance she can be reasoned with...
Angel: There was. Last year, I had a shot at saving her. I was pulling her back from the brink when some British guy kidnaped her and made damn sure she'd never trust another living soul.
Cordelia: Angel, it's not Wesley's fault that "some British guy" ruined your. . . oh wait. That was you. Go on.
Wesley: You don't need to.

Cordelia: I'm gonna pack a bag.
Wesley: Cordelia, please. Just a few things. We're not going on safari.

Wesley: It's not too late.
Faith: For cappuccino? 'Cuz, just keeps me up.

Faith: Oh, that's great. It's always better with audience participation. May I take your order please?
Wesley: I was your Watcher Faith. I know the real you. And even if you kill me, there's just one thing I want you to remember.
Faith: What's that, love?
Wesley: You. . . are a piece of shi-

Sanctuary

Bitch. Not you, obviously.

Wesley: I can't tell you how sorry I am that I allowed this to happen.
Cordelia: I believe it was Faith who allowed her elbow to collide with my face.

Wesley: At least you only got the elbow.
Cordelia: Well, if it's any consolation, it looks like you were tortured by a much larger woman.

Angel: Donuts?
Wesley: Developed a sweet fang, have you?

Won't she find it difficult enjoying delicious jelly-filled donuts if she is, one assumes, bound and gagged?

Yes, you are right. The police would be ill-equipped to hold a Slayer against her will. I understand why you chose not to turn her over to them. I do not, however, understand why the woman who brutally tortured me last night, this morning, gets pastries.

Angel: It wasn't too long ago that you were the one making a case for her rehabilitation.
Wesley: It wasn't too long ago I had full feeling in my right arm!

Collins: So, Los Angeles.
Wesley: California.
Collins: Who would have predicted this is where you'd end up.
Wesley: Well, it seemed as good a place as any to re-evaluate my situation after being asked to resign my position with the Council. And the weather...I find it...dry.
Weatherby: Wouldn't cough up a dosh for the airfare home, would they?
Wesley: No. They wouldn't.
Smithee: All those alchemists on the board of directors, and they still make us fly coach. Miserly bastards.

Collins: That was a nasty business back in Sunnydale. But nobody blames you.
Wesley: Really? Because I rather got the impression they did, when they sacked me.

Why come to me? You know where she is. Why not take her yourselves? You three are the best -- the Council's elite...she cleaned your clocks, didn't she?

Wesley: We need a plan. Buffy can protect Faith.
Angel: I'm not sure that's her agenda.

Angel, it wasn't for her. It's because I trust you. Well, more than three gun-toting maniacs at any rate.

Angel: For a taciturn shadowy guy, I have a big mouth.
Wesley: Do you want to go after her?
Angel: Yes.

Wesley: I don't know how much my opinion counts for, but I think you did the right thing.
Angel: Yelling at Buffy?
Wesley: No. The other thing.
Angel: I didn't do it. Faith did.
Wesley: Perhaps she's strong enough to make it. Peace is not an easy thing to find.
Angel: She has a chance.

War Zone

Cordelia: Mmmah. I've missed that smell.
Wesley: Camembert, I believe.
Cordelia: What? No. Money. I like to smell a little money once and awhile.

Cordelia: Did someone find out you were a big nerd?
David Nabbit: No, that's actually public record.

David Nabbit: Some of us got really into it. Especially the demon romance part. And we heard about this place where the real...The guys were joking about getting some tail.
Wesley: You went to Madame Dorian's.
David Nabbit: Just once.
Wesley: It's a demon brothel.
David Nabbit: Or twice.
Wesley: In Bel Air, I believe. The Watcher's Council is rife with stories about it.
Angel: How many...
David Nabbit: Twelve times.
Angel:...people knew about you doing it?

Wesley: Oh my.
Angel: It's upside down.
Wesley: Certainly not something you ought to have framed.
Cordelia: How does that feel?
Wesley: I can't possibly imagine it was pleasant.
Cordelia: I was talking to Angel.

Wesley: I can certainly understand their stake first and ask questions later state of mind. That's how they survive.
Cordelia: And the idea of a vampire in a white hat probably seems a little gimme-a-break-y.

Wesley: You ask this gentleman if he's seen anyone that fits the description of our young vampire killers, while I check the power line for any taps.
Cordelia: Uh, why don't you ask him and I'll check for taps?
Wesley: Because you can imagine him as a scantily clad buff young stud, while I'm stuck with the naked truth.

Cordelia: Trying to open that? They locked you in, huh?
Angel: No. I just love old meat lockers.
Wesley: You should have tried to call us on your cell phone. (pause) You probably forgot you had it.
Angel: These things hardly ever work. Besides it was a lot easier and quicker to just...Look, I'm the boss here. I say when we use the cell phones, and people are gonna die, and I have to go.
Cordelia: You're welcome.

I asked for a coffee. I know it must be in here someplace.

Wesley: Certainly gives one a sense of perspective, doesn't it?
Cordelia: Yes. It does. And I think, perspectively speaking, I might want to prostitute myself to billionaire David Nabbit.
Wesley: Cordelia!
Cordelia: What I mean is, he's a nice guy who wants companionship. I could use some security. So when I say "prostitute," what I mean is...
Wesley: Prostitute.
Cordelia: For instance.

Blind Date

Wesley: Perhaps Angel's discovered a new species?
Cordelia: What? Helen Kellerus Homicidilus?

Wesley: Angel said it was as if she anticipated his actions before he carried them out.
Cordelia: A handy skill -- in a fight or on a date.

Wesley: The human eye is only capable of registering a small portion of the electromagnetic spectrum. But if Brewer were somehow equipped to see outside that range...
Cordelia: She'd be Superman.

Cordelia: Hey, guess what they've been doing all day.
Wesley: Uh, saving the world?

There is a design, Angel -- hidden in the chaos as it may be. But it's there. And you have your place in it.

To Shanshu in LA

Wesley: Gee, I don't know, Cordelia. The Prophecies of Aubergion were only written over the last 4,000 years, in a dozen different languages, some of which aren't even human! Why don't we just get a Phalangoid Demon in here, suck the brain out of my skull. Maybe that would speed things up.
Cordelia: He sure gets testy when he's translating.

Cordelia: Hurry up and figure out what it says about Angel, ‘cuz I want to know what it says about me -- if there's torrid romance in my future, massive wealth. If I have to, I'll settle for enviable fame.
Wesley: It's an ancient sacred text, not a Magic 8 Ball.

Wesley: After all you did for him, he sells his soul for 30 pieces of silver.
Cordelia: Actually, he sold it for a six figure salary and a full benefits package.

Wesley: I think I know what it means.
Cordelia: A very wealthy man with just no life at all?
Wesley: No, the word in the scroll.
Cordelia: That shoeshine thing?

Wesley: Every source says it's death.
Cordelia: Well, it's a prophecy. It's not like it came from on high.
Wesley: That's what a prophecy is, Cordelia.

Wesley: That fact that his death is prophesied, which isn't good news, doesn't concern me nearly as much as the way he took that news.
Cordelia: What? He didn't scream like a girl as some of us would have? Angel's cool.

Wesley: What connects us to life?
Cordelia: Right now? I'm going with donuts.

Wesley: Here's something.
Angel: What?
Wesley: The Beast of Amalfi. A razor-toothed, six-eyed harbinger of death...No. Wait. That's due to rise in 2003 in Reseda.

Wesley: I...I'm not used to...
Angel: He's not used to the new you.
Cordelia: I know what's out there now. We have a lot of evil to fight, a lot of people to help. I just hope Skin-n-Bones here can figure out what those lawyers raised sometime before that prophecy kicks in and you croak. (pause) That was the old me wasn't it?
Angel: I like them both.

Wesley: Uh...oops. I may have made a tiny mistake. The, uh, word -- shanshu -- that I said meant you were going to die? Actually, I think it means you're going to live.
Cordelia: Okay, as tiny mistakes go, that's *not* one.

It's saying that you get to live until you die. It's saying...It's saying you become human.

Wesley: The vampire with a soul, once he fulfills his destiny will shanshu -- become human. It's his reward.
Cordelia: Wow. Angel human.
Angel: That'd be nice.

Cordelia: What was that thing about him having to fulfill his destiny first?
Wesley: Well, it's, uh, it won't happen tomorrow or the next day. He has to survive the coming darkness, the apocalyptic battles, a few plagues, and some...oh, several--not that many--fiends that will be unleashed upon the world.
Angel: So don't break out the champagne just yet.

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