Phoebe: No, you said it yourself. It wasn't a smart plan. Unless, you really didn't really wanna kill us. You wanted us to be so blinded by hate that we couldn't see what you were really up to. Cole: Well, it's the only way out for me. And you want it, too, so... Phoebe: Yeah, but on our terms, not yours. We won't help you commit suicide. Cole: You already have.
Cordelia: (after she opens the door that Angel was struggling to get open from the inside) Trying to open that? They locked you in, huh?
Angel: No, I just love old meat lockers.
Wesley: You should have tried to call us on your cell phone. You probably forgot you had it.
Angel: (taking out his cell phone) Those things hardly ever work. Besides, it was just a lot easier and quicker to just . . . . Look, I'm the boss here. I say when we use the cell phones, and people are gonna die, and I have to go.
Cordelia: (after she opens the door that Angel was struggling to get open from the inside)
Trying to open that? They locked you in, huh?
Angel: No, I just love old meat lockers.
Wesley: You should have tried to call us on your cell phone. You probably forgot you had it.
Angel: (taking out his cell phone)
Those things hardly ever work. Besides, it was just a lot easier and quicker to just . . . .
Look, I'm the boss here. I say when we use the cell phones, and when people are gonna die, now I have to go.