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Illyria: (to Wesley) You reek of frustration. Curls off of you like smoke.
Spike: Actually, love, we call that scotch. Twelve-year Lagavulin if I'm not mistaken. Good choice.
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Wesley: She doesn't understand our world. She needs someone to guide her. She needs...
Angel: When was the last time you slept? You're not her savior. I need you here, working, not off drinking yourself into a coma, chasing ghosts. Fred's dead, Wes. You're still alive. Start acting like it.
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Wesley: (about Illyria) She's either counting oxygen molecules or analyzing the Petri dish she just put into her mouth. Or sleeping. I can never quite tell.
Angel: You sure this is a good idea?
Wesley: We have plenty of Petri dishes.
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Sahjahn: I do appreciate it though... That urn wasn't exactly a day at the spa... I owe you one!
Connor: Right... Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell you... You and I, we're... we're suppose to fight.
Sahjahn: Is that right?
Connor: Yeah.
Sahjahn: Now, why would you want... Ah, you're him...
Connor: Yeah, I'm me. Hi!
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Connor: Here's how it works. I kill this Sahjahn thing and we walk. You come near my family again and I'll slit your throat and if that doesn't kill you I'll chop your whole head off, and if that doesn't work I'll... I'll just keep stabbing you till you bleed to death. You understand that?
Cyvus Vail: I do.
Connor: Good, so where is he?
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Connor: (to Angel) You got to do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
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Spike: (to Wesley) Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
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Connor: (To Angel about his "Dad") He thinks we spent the whole
night doing tests. I told him I could bench press, like, a thousand pounds.
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Angel: She really put a whole petri dish in her mouth?
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Connor: It's cool. I mean, my parents are liars and I can never trust them
again, but it's cool.
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Connor: You almost broke that guy in half! (beat) That was awesome!
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Connor: (about Illyria) She have any powers?
Spike: Glad you asked. So far, I've established that she can hit like a Mack Truck, selectively alter the flow of time and... possibly talk to plants.
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(Angel and Connor are walking down the hallway talking when Spike is thrown through a door)
Spike: Oh, you filthy harlot! I'm going to tear your neck out!
Angel:(to Connor) Want to meet some of my co-workers?
Connor: Sure.
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Spike: I think we need to set some ground rules here. Number one: No more punching me in the face! Two: When I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write it down on my clipboard. Three: No touching my clipboard!
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Angel: Tell you what. Why don't you just tell me?
Hamilton: Lets be clear about this. Things run differently now. I'm not a little girl. You and I won't be making love on this couch anytime soon. Now, with that in mind, how can I help you?
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Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
Wesley: Good.
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Illryia: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Connor: No, I – I – It's just, uh... It's the outfit. I guess I've always had a thing for older women.
Angel: They were supposed to fix that.
Connor: What?
Angel: Nothing.
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Illryia: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
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Sahjahn: Thank you, mortal, for releasing me from my cursed prison. In gratitude I grant you three wishes.
Connor: Really?
Sahjahn: Nah, I'm just messing with you.
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Gunn: Let's go, Sparky -- this heart ain't going to rip itself out.