Doyle: "Whatever happens from here on out, at least I'll be able to say goodbye to the bone-crushin', head-wrenchin', mind-numbin' visions."
Angel: "This shouldn't be about money."
Doyle: "It isn't."
Cordelia: "Yeah, you should listen to -- it isn't?"
Doyle: "No. It's about doin' what's best for the people you've helped. People get attached to a mysterious savior, and... can you blame 'em? But as long as you're just a man who's doin' a job -- and gettin' paid -- they can feel like they've paid their debt to you, and move on. Independent-like."
Doyle: "Well, still, cause to celebrate."
Cordelia: "You think everything's a cause to celebrate. We need more of these."
Doyle: "We'll have more soon enough."
Cordelia: "Well, we need them now. Have a vision."
Doyle: "I just can't perform on demand."
Cordelia: "We need the clients. Have a vision."
Doyle: "That money's corrupted you."
Cordelia: "If I hit you in the head, would you have a vision?"
Doyle: "Get away from me, you're insane!"
Doyle: "Think you can say that again without so much shock in your voice? You're steppin' on my moment of manliness here."
Doyle: "That Morah demon regenerated more than just you."
Angel: "What?"
Doyle: "I had a vision. It's regenerated itself."
Angel: "Where?"
Doyle: "In the tunnel where you followed it. Then it was in some sort of factory. I thought I tasted salt... could've been the margarita."
Angel: "How come I keep getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything?"
Doyle: "'Cause I'm not. We're both on a need-to-know basis here."
Angel: "I need to know about this!"
Doyle: "Are you okay?"
Angel: "I wanna speak to the powers that be."
Doyle: "Woah, woah woah. That's easier said than done, bud. The powers that be don't live in our reality. You have to approach them through channels. Dangerous channels."
Angel: "You know what? Start approaching."
Cedric: "And the Lord God caused a deep sleep to fall upon Adam, and he slept: and he took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh instead thereof; And the rib, which the Lord God had taken from man, made he a woman."
Girl: "You know so much."
Cedric: "And they were both naked, the man and the woman, and they were not ashamed. Genesis 2:24 and 25."
Cedric: "Cedric Grey, at your service."
Woman: "Cedric Grey... you're Cedric?"
Cedric: "I see my reputation precedes me. I assure you not a word of it is true... perhaps the part about my castle."
Woman: "Your castle?"
Cedric: "Covington Cross."
Woman: "I would very much like to see your castle."
Cedric: "You would? First tell me what the name is of one so enchanting."
Wyatt: "Whilst I was negotiating in good faith, your scheming, lecherous son was seducing my daughter."
Thomas: "Cedric!"
Cedric: "It wasn't me, I swear!"
Cedric: "Isn't anyone interested in what I've done to prepare for this journey? Well, I've spoken to the reeve's daughter -- and not a moment too soon. It was obvious she was distraught and practically in tears over the thought my leaving her! I have no clue as to why. I consoled her of course, like any good student of the cloth would do, to ease her pain and lighten her burden. And you'll be relieved to know I made her feel much, much better."
Cedric: "Where am I?"
Girl: "Lady of the Green."
Cedric: "The convent."
Cedric: "It's because you don't trust me."