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Lilah Morgan... Stephanie Romanov
Knox... Jonathan Woodward
Sirk... Michael Halsey.
Summary:
Coming Soon...
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Angel: (to Spike) But you're dead.
Fred: (of the amulet) What is it?
Spike: I must be in hell.
Fred: Ectoplasm's what makes ghosts visible to the human eye. If he's a ghost, technically we shouldn't be able to see him. And I'm detecting brainwave activity.
Spike: Or maybe Captain Forehead was feeling a little less special. Didn't like me crashing his exclusive club—another vampire with a soul in the world.
Spike: This place just goes on and on, doesn't it? Like a ruddy theme park attraction.
Spike: Hey! I'm nobody's bloody property, Percy. So what? I'm just stuck here forever? (to Angel) I bet you're loving this, aren't you?
Spike: This haunting-you-till- the-end-of-time idea of yours is starting to sound appealing. I could drive you completely starkers, right out of your gourd. Yeah, and you wouldn't be able to do a sodding thing about it. (Angel changes to the next car. Spike is already sitting there) Fancy a road trip. This'll be fun, eh? You and me together again. So...where are we off to?
Butler: Do you have an appointment with Mr. Hainsley?
Angel: (to Spike) I know you can't help me, but could you maybe not root for the other team?
Angel: Fair?! You asked for a soul. I didn't! It almost killed me. I spent a hundred years trying to come to terms with infinite remorse. You spent 3 weeks moaning in a basement, and then you were fine! What's fair about that?!
Angel: Ground rules. Haunt me all you want during business hours, but this space—off limits.
Angel: Yeah, well, sharing's not something Spike does very well.
Harmony: Well, yeah. Who here isn't? (looks around) Besides him (to Wes) and him (to Gunn) and her (to Fred) and... (to Lorne) What are you again?
Angel: Something I gave to Buffy before...
Spike: Buffy! Is she—
Angel: She's OK.
Spike: Where... where is she?
Angel: Europe, last I heard from her.
Spike: Wanna see her... Wanna talk to her.
Angel: That's gonna be tough.
Spike: You can't keep her from me.
Angel: She's not mine to keep... or yours.
Spike: Says you. You got no idea what we had.
Angel: You never had her.
Spike: More than you, you poncy...
Harmony: Oh...my...God! You and the slayer actually... I mean, I know you had that twisted obsession with her, but...yecch. That's just... yecch. (walks away, stops) I... yecch!
Lorne: Uh, no. L.A., but a lot of people make that mistake.
Angel: On Spike? (chuckles) That is weird.
Angel: You're not in the world...Casper
Angel: I'm in a meeting, Spike.
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't care.
Angel: Knowing you'll be haunting me till the end of time? Hmm. It's a dream come true.
Angel: To see the wizard.
Spike: Let's just say he sent us an invitation.
Angel: We're—I'm from Wolfram & Hart.
Spike: I'm his date.
Harmony: Preaching to the horse's mouth.
