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Winifred "Fred" Burkle
Knox implies he was at the Halloween party the previous year, but, had he been working for this branch of Wolfram & Hart then, he would have been killed by the Beast during the events of "Habeas Corpses".
Angel: (while making out with Eve) This seems a little sudden.
Eve: Uh huh.
Angel: I mean, do you even have a last name?
Eve: Do you?
Lorne: Stop it! Stop killing! Listen to me, Me! (his hulking alter ego knocks him down) Wow, I must really hate myself.
Wesley: Lorne's sleep should be in here... somewhere.
Fred: Lorne's sleep. Looking for Lorne's sleep. You know, I think we have pretty interesting lives.
Wesley: I'd say that's true, given the average—
Fred: And I'm having such a good time right now. We should do stuff like this more often. You know, just hang out like we used to. Friend stuff.
Wesley: Absolutely. Frankly, I always— I always thought we'd be better friends than we are.
Fred: Oh, we should be. Let's be better friends than we are right now. (hugs Wes with enthusiasm, smiling and giggling)
Fred: You know, share stuff, talk to each other, tell each other what we're thinking.
Wesley: Yes, that would be—I would—
Fred: It would be nice. We could be confidantes. Confiding confidentially.
Spike: That's one bitchin big suit!
Eve: Which brings up another point - your employees.
Angel: Also evil!
Harmony: Here's your blood, bossy.
(Angel stares at her.)
Harmony: Ahem, "boss."
Angel: Okay, listen, I understand the whole "keeping up appearances" concept, but everyone coming to this thing is unrepentant, dyed-in-the-wool evil.
Lorne: Angel, a good host just doesn't make these sort of judgements.
Angel: We don't know how many of them are holding grudges against us, or against each other. It's a perfect recipe for an out-of-control bloodbath.
Lorne: You're describing every good party I've ever been to.
Lorne: And believe me, milk dud, speaking as the head of your PR Department, we need all the face we can get.
Angel: Milk Dud?
Lorne: Said with affection...
Lorne: Sorry to interrupt, not to be a pest, but I just want to go over a little stratego, amigo.
Gunn: Uh, sorry?
Lorne: Umm, you're my big gun, Gunn. Ace in hole. Ball in pocket. You're the key on my kite-string.
Wesley: This isn't good. "The effects of long-term sleeplessness on the subconscious mind of an empath can be catastrophic."
Fred: Catastrophic sounds not good...
Eve: Simply put, this is a morale thing.
Harmony: Good luck. Morale around here stinks.
Harmony: Uh-huh. Everybody out there thinks you suck. Well, come on, boss They're all out there sweating through their matsudas, worried if you're gonna axe them or, you know, axe them.
Angel: Okay, look, hey!. I haven't... okay, I may have... killed... maybe a couple of them Lorne: And clients... and potential clients.
Spike: In my day no self-respecting creature of the night went out on All Hallows Eve. We left that to the poseurs, the blighters who had to dress up and try to be scary.
Eve: Were we having some gentleman's time?
Eve: I mean, I understand. You're running the whole circus now, a lot of pressure, especially with your hands-on policy. No pun intended. I'm sure you could use a release.
Angel: No releasing, just bathing. That's what one does after bashing open a demonic pinata full of rancid Tabasco.
Harmony: They shot Lorney-Toons!!!
Fred: (drunk) Hey buddy, you want a piece of me? Yeah, that's right! Keep walkin! You walk alone! You walk alone!
Lorne: Angel? Angel? We gotta-we gotta have a conflab. Muy importante! It's about the party. I've done all I can do for the big to-do, but we still got a few bugs to comb out of the cootie garage.
Angel: (looks askance)
Lorne: A bridge too far? Let me try again.
Employee: Man, this is lame. I mean, where's the ritual sacrifice? How do you get the ball rolling without a sacrifice?
Lorne: What's this? "Wolfram and Hart want to be up your alley?" It sounds like a bus station pick-up line! Change it... Second thought, burn it. Grab yourself a bagel or something, too. You look a little waxy.
Knox: How do you know your spellcasters didn't screw up the casting?
Wesley: Because I went over the work. And I got the knowing feeling you get when you know something.
Spike: Hey! Angel's gettin some! Good on you, mate!
Gunn: Oh, and your chair.
Gunn: Don't sit in it. I already called janitorial.
Angel: Why can't I -?
Spike: You pissed in the big man's chair? That's fantastic!
Gunn: Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy?
Spike: What, the Lorne thing? Wore off. I just think that's bloody fabulous.
Lorne: Look at the dance floor. The only thing on it is Harmony. (turns to Harmony) Keep pushing that envelope, baby!
Angel: I'm brooding.
Lorne: You're watching hockey!
Angel: Yeah, but my team is losing.
Angel: (shaking the archduke's hand) And you look... well, I don't need to tell you how awesome you look. You know how awesome you look. He knows how awesome he looks!
Fred: I am totally drunkfaced.
Wesley: 'Cause you can't hold your... what are you drinking again?
Wesley: You can't hold that.
Fred: Well, how much have you had?
Wesley: Well, about a third of a half of this beer.
Angel: Lorne told you to pee all over the office?
Gunn: God I hope so!
Angel: And Eve, you stay here with me and we'll have more sex.
Eve: I'm on it.
Angel: Eve. So I guess we should, I don't know, talk?
Eve: About what?
Angel: About what happened back there with us.
Eve: Angel, it's not like this is the first time I've had sex under a mystical influence. I went to U.C. Santa Cruz.
Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn. Is something weird going on? Charles, you just peed on my shoes.
Gunn: I'll be damned. That's weird.
Lorne: Yeah. You know, Angel, I--I don't have have superhuman strength, and I'm not a fighter. Quantum physics makes me nauseous, I barely made a passing grade at mystical studies, but I'm on your team. This is something I can do. I believe it has a purpose that can help you, even if you don't.
Angel: I wasn't too crazy about this thing to begin with. I mean, we are talking about our clients, right? Our evil clients. Not the sort of folks I really like to show a good time. I'd be a lot happier if the whole thing just kind of fell through. Then we could get back to...
Lorne: Ha! Ha! Ha! Okay! Okay! You're killin' me! Can't you just feel up the big picture, Mr. Magoo? It's not about good and evil. It's about party! Party! Capital "p"! Rhymes with "me"? About to have a stroke here 'cause you're killin' me!
Eve makes reference to attending U.C. Santa Cruz. This continues the tradition from Buffy where college-type locations are borrowed from that school - most of the "U.C. Sunnydale" building names referenced in Buffy are also names of buildings at U.C. Santa Cruz. This is not surprising, as Marti Noxon (producer of both Buffy and Angel) graduated from there.
Lorne's phone conversation at the beginning of the episode includes "It's Grapes of Wrath in outer space", "It's got heart", "It's got laser battles". "It's got a timely message of interstellar poverty." This sounds exactly like Firefly, another Whedon creation, which Edlund was also a writer for.
Ben Edlund slips in another The Tick in-joke: "That's just... wrong" is another Tick line.
Angel's hair seems to become more and more spiked, with every new episode. As of this episode, it looks alot more like it used to.
Gunn urinating in Angel's office is based on an actual incident among Buffy the Vampire Slayer crew members.
Lorne: (To Fred and Wesley) Et tu, Brutuses.
Lorne changes this famous line to make it plural. The Roman Emporer's last words, according to Shakespeare's play Julias Caesar, were "et tu, Brute?" The English translation is, roughly, "You too, Brutus?" or "Even you, Brutus?" Marcus Brutus was a trusted friend of Caesar, yet he was one of the Senators who assassinated the Emporer. Thus, people often cite this quotation when they feel they have been betrayed.
Some scholars claim that Caesar's actual last words were "Brutus, Tu Quoque" which has the same translation as the more famous Shakespeare quote.
Lorne: The Good, The Bad, and the Hideously Ugly.
Lorne makes reference to The Good, the Bad and the Ugly which is one of the most widely-known Western films of all time, and is often cited as the quintessential film of the "Spaghetti Western" genre.
Lorne: Can't you just feel up the big picture, Mr. Magoo?
Mr. Magoo is a cartoon character created by John Hubley in 1949. He is a wealthy little old man who gets into a series of sticky situations as a result of his failing eye-sight. Lorne is comparing Angel to Mr Magoo in that he can't "see" the big picture.
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