That's cute. You'd rather see the fanatic with the baby than us? [To Holtz] Those are automatic weapons pointed at you. They didn't have them in your time. They fire sixteen bullets per second.
[To Angel] I will take good care of him, as though he were my own son. He'll never even know you existed. Don't come after me. You will though, won't you? Maybe I should just..."
Hello. Angel. Lilah. (to Lilah) Your fingernails are pretty. I love red. (to Angel) You have a taste for red too... and revenge. I know. It's so much more fun than forgiveness. So what's up?
(condescendingly) Aww, do you want your little baby back? (Lilah holds Angel back) Baby's gone. You want Sahjhan. Nowadays you can walk right through them, but in the past they were something else. They were all about torture and death. You can relate. Well, they caused a lot of trouble. Don't get me wrong. I like trouble. But I don't like chaos. So we changed them.
Well, there's your special urn. They're expensive and hard to come by, but quite effective. But you don't want his essence in a jar. You want something you can sink your teeth into. You know these things always come with a price. (viciously) Kill her. (Angel reaches to snap Lilah's neck. The little girl giggles and smiles) That's good for now. (Lilah sighs with relief) I can see why they respect you. Now as to your demon made flesh. It's a big ritual, all here (holds out a paper which transports into Angel's hand)
Hey, Wes. I just -- I want you to know I understand why you did it. I know about the prophecies and I know how hard it must have been for you to... do what you did. You thought I was gonna turn evil and kill my son. I didn't. It's important you know that. This isn't Angelus talking. It's me, Angel. You know that, right?
Good. [grabs a pillow and shoves it down on Wes' face] Son of a bitch, you're gonna pay for what you did! You took my son! You son of a bitch! You bastard! You think I'd forgive you?! Never! You're gonna die! You hear me? You're gonna pay!
I brought you some of your stuff from the office. Things there . . . Well. Things. Gunn and I found your notes about the baby. The prophecy. You took him away cause you thought Angel was gonna kill him. You were trying to protect them. Both of them. I just wanted you to know I understand that. And I also wanted to say I thought what Angel tried to do to you was wrong. And I'm sorry. But he was right to blame you, Wesley. You should have come to us. You should have trusted us instead of going to Holtz behind our back. You were supposed to be our friend and you didn't even . . . If Angel sees you again, he'll kill you, Wesley. This time for real. Don't come back to the hotel. Ever. The prophecy was false. Angel was never gonna hurt Connor. It was all for nothing.
Don't you see? He hurt me. And the only reason he'd do something like that is to protect me from something. And whatever it is, it's gotta be bad, because this hurts like hell.
[gravely] Angel... You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion. Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my counsel must assuredly hold weight, so I beseech you to heed my words.
(about the pentagram) Oh, I give up. I tried soaking it out, tried scrubbing it out. No question, we've got ring around the lobby. I say we toss in the towel and buy a big-ass throw rug. Who's with me?
Still, I should probably know what kind of spell it was. You know there's almost always some cosmic price to using primordial powers. There could be repercussions. And you know the one person who might be able to help us with that isn't around any more.
You can run away and avoid talking about this but you know as well as I do: stuff we do in the past usually comes back to bite us in our respective assi and what you did...
Okay, so maybe I wasn't thinking too clearly. I mean I was drunk for awhile there, drunk in my own son's blood, slipped into my food by the good folks at Wolfram and Hart. And my head was little clouded with rage over a trusted friend stealing my child from me.. Damn it Cordelia, you got me talking about this.
