Bethany: What are you?
Angel: I've come to help you. My name is Angel.
Bethany: Ha. Ha. Great, I stabbed an angel. Now I'm really never getting into heaven.

Bethany: You can't make me go anywhere with you.
Angel: I think that message got through. I won't hurt you. And you can't hurt me. You may need that.
[Gives Bethany card. She runs. He falls to the ground.]
Angel: Okay. Maybe she can hurt me a little.

Angel: You're safe here.
Wesley: We're all safe people.
Angel: This is Wesley, Cordelia.
Bethany: So it's a family business, huh?
Angel: Friends.

Angel: Would you like some tea?
Bethany: Yeah, please.
Cordelia: You shouldn't worry. Angel does this kind of thing all the time.
Bethany: Makes tea?
Cordelia: Helps people. You know, he helps people with problems.
Bethany: So what's wrong with you?
Wesley: Where to begin.

Bethany: She'll just think I'm crazy.
Angel: Are you?
Bethany: What?
Angel: Well, if you are, you know, crazy, I just think things will go smoother if I know up front.

Angel: You ever done it on purpose?
Bethany: Course not.
Angel: You never thought, "Man, that remote's too far away and I'd have to get up..."

Bethany: Don't start asking me a bunch of stupid questions: When were you potty trained? Name all your pets...Do you like hide and seek?
Angel: None of those were on my list.

Bethany: I feel safe up here.
Angel: Yeah. You did pick the one room in the house that may collapse to feel safe in.

Bethany: People are pathetic.
Angel: I don't know. I kinda like 'em. Time I've lived, I've seen some horrors, scary behavior, couple fashion trends I constantly pray to forget, but I see people try. I see them try to do better.
Bethany: You sound like an old guy.
Angel: Oh, you know, I'm very well-preserved.

Angel: I was having a nightmare.
Bethany: Looked like a pretty happy dream. Maybe the covers were just rumpled.

I figured we'd have fun. You can do stuff to me, and, you know, we'll have some fun.

Bethany: I've done stuff. I can make you happy.
Angel: You wouldn't like me when I'm happy.

Angel: You want to make love, but you don't want to be touched.
Bethany: Make love? What, are you from the 18th century?

Bethany: Are you shocked I'm a great big slut?
Angel: You'll find I'm not easily shocked, Bethany.

Bethany: I'm...I'm like the chambermaid. I just leave. When a guy's on me, I-I made up the room, I show them in, and I leave 'til he's gone. Come back and clean up the mess.

Right. You love the people. You love them so much, you've got a hundred rooms to be alone in.

Bethany: So, are you and Angel?
Cordelia: Oh, no. I like my men less broody and more spendy.

Cordelia: Bethany!! You can squash those guys!!

Lilah: You're gonna need a friend.
Bethany: My friends don't hire people to rape and kidnap me. At least not my close ones, anyway.