Billy: I'm pretty evil, you know. 
Lilah: He's pretty evil, you know. 
Gavin Park: I'm not so shabby myself, you know. 
Lilah: You can stop beating me now. 
Gavin Park: I know. 

Cordy: A woman just got hideously murdered. 
Wesley: Well, well, well. Another night of American television. 

Cordy: Hey, it's that evil guy we freed. Guiltfest? 
Angel: Eh. 
Cordy: Since when? 

Angel: Billy is evil. You should ditch him. 
Lilah: No. Too powerful. They even name chairs after him at Ikea. 

Billy: Yeah. I'm a tad evil. 
Policeman: You are a tad arrested. 
Policewoman: Dude, the traffic. 
Policeman: Women can't drive. 
Policewoman: I have issues with the simplistic way in which you are
gendering this discourse. 
Policeman: You used "gender" as a verb. I have no choice but to kill you. 

Cordy: What is Billy's problem? 
Lilah: Primordial mysogyny. 
Cordy: A primordial condition which can only exist in a social context?
Bwahahaha! Oh, you are serious. 
Lilah: Men are beasts, see?
Cordy: But Lilah,  the effort to identify the enemy as singular in form is a
reverse-discourse that uncritically mimics the strategy of the oppressor
instead of offering a different set of terms. 
Lilah: Men love death... Men especially love murder. In art they celebrate
it, and in life they commit it. 
Cordy: Ms. Dworkin? Have a Xanax. 

Wesley: Give me back my broken night. My mirrored room, my secret life. 
Fred: Wuh? 
Wesley: It's lonely here. There is no one left to torture. 
Fred: Uhm... 
Wesley: Give me back the Berlin wall. Give me Stalin and St. Paul. Then lie
beside me, baby, and that's an order. 
Fred: Lemme guess. You've seen the future and it's murder? 
Wesley: Sometimes I remind myself of the entire Manson Family. 
Fred: The mojo only works on manly people. Are you sure you're homicidal? 
Wesley: Ask my hatchet. 

Fred: I knew I should have taken that Wendo class. 
Gunn: Gonna smack you up, bitch. 
Fred: There will be no Dr. Dreing on these premises. 
Gunn: Ow, my head. 
Recapper: That's what I keep saying. 
Wesley: Heeeeere's Johnny! 
Hole In The Floor: Sucker! 

Billy: Dumb chicks. 
Cordy: Dumb chicks with weapons. 
Angel: So does it work on trannies? 
Billy: This question is outside the theoretical framework of this 
episode. 
Angel: Let's fight like men always do. 
Billy: Is your urge to kill rising? 
Angel: Shit. No. Should I be having a gender identity crisis? 
Lilah: I've thought out my thesis to its logical conclusion. Billy, you are
so damn dead. 
Cordy: Alright! Go, Ms. Solanas. 

Fred: Are you over it? 
Wesley: Fuck, no. 
Fred: Would you like some ice cream and an issue of Cosmopolitan? 

Next week on the WB: Angel has to decide whether the problem of
reproduction is central to the sexing of the vampiric body. Darla
investigates the relationship between the signifier and the signified in the
popular expression "barefoot and pregnant". Monique Wittig arm-wrestles with
Ruth Shalit. 

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