Wesley: Honestly, have you ever seen anything lovelier? So - graceful, so full of life. And those eyes... make you feel like you're the only man in the room.
Cordy: Plus, six breasts. Any man is gonna love that.
Wesley: Fred doesn't have six breasts! - Right?

Cordy: You know, there was a time when you thought I was the loveliest thing in the world.
Wesley: Well, I... You're an extraordinary woman. I...
Cordy: At ease, soldier. Just like to hear it every now and then. I was the ditziest bitch in Sunnydale, could have had any man I wanted. Now I'm all superhero-y and the best action I can get is an invisible ghost who's good with the Loohfah.
Wesley: I'm sorry. I missed that last part.
Cordy smiling: You *are* a gentleman.

Angel: Ask me why I'm smiling.
Cordy: I will, because it's scaring me.

Angel: This is the Blinnikov World Ballet Corps.
Cordy: He's been saying that like it has meaning.

Angel: I saw their production of Giselle in eighteen-ninety. I cried like a baby. And I was evil!

Fred: Are you certain this is the place for us?
Cordy: Well, we could always get our outfits at 'Cave-girl's House of Burlap,' but that's just so last season. The guys are all renting tuxes. We gotta step up.
Fred: But aren't we - you know - poor?
Cordy: There is a custom amongst my people. It's called 'buying a dress, wearing it once, and returning it the next day.' It's all about hiding the tags while it's on.

Fred: I mean, I don't even know if he feels...
Cordy: He feels.
Fred, looking up: Feelings?
Cordy: Oh, there is definite feelings. We find the right outfit for tonight, there may be actual feeling.
Fred: And then we have to find a dress for you. Something that will make Angel crazy.
Cordy: Fred, sweetie. Angel *is* crazy.

Lorne: Sorry, strudel. It's not just when you're singing. We got a little term back in Pylea. Kyrumption?
Angel: I know it.
Lorne: Okay. When two great heroes come together...
Angel: There will be no coming together, okay? Everything we've been through together and all anybody wants to talk about is...
Lorne: Can't fight Kyrumption, cinnamon buns. It's fate. It's the stars. Kyrumption is...
Angel gets up: Stop saying that. And stop calling me pastries.

Angel: You - you look like... Cordy: Like a ballet fan? An aficionado? A devotee, in fact? Tonight I've decided that we don't have to be our incredibly dreary selves. Tonight we're just a couple of young sophisticates enjoying an evening of classical dance. How does that sound? Angel: Sounds just right.

Fred: It's just - my god, you're so pretty.
Gunn: You know there's not a lot of people could say that to me and live. But - the way you look - there is no way I can fight you.

Angel: No. I mean, nothings changed. These are the same dancers I saw before.
Fred: That's impossible. We're watching the exact same troupe you saw in nineteen-ninety?
Gunn: I think he said eighteen-ninety.
Fred: Oh. Okay, that's much more impossible.

Angel: I was thinking now. You guys should go back. I'll snoop.
Cordy: I'm with snoopy. The magic of the ballet - not really getting to me.
Wesley: How will the dancers keep time without your rhythmic snoring?
Cordy: Don't think that's not coming back to haunt you.

Cordy: You want I should distract him? Make with the nice, nice while you slip by?
Angel: Don't be stupid. I'm that guy and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen is making eyes at me? It's either bachelor party or a scam.
Cordy: What did you just call me?
Angel: I'm sorry. You're not stupid.

Cordy stands up: Angel?
Angel: Yeah?
Cordy: I want you - to undress me.
Angel: You what?
Cordy: It's just another costume. I want you to see who I really am. You're the only one who can.
Angel: I... - This isn't us. Cordelia, we're acting this out. Someone is...
Cordy: Whoa! - Did - did I actually just ask you to undress me?
Angel: Is that what you want?
Cordy: Please... I...
Angel: You want me to make love to you right here?
Cordy: You know I do.
Angel: But you're afraid.
Cordy: What if he finds us?
Angel: I'm not afraid. I'm not afraid of anything.
Cordy: I'm only alive when you're inside me.

Cordy, breathless: Open the damn door.
Angel: Kinda hard.
Cordy: Kinda noticed.

Lorne, singing: Go to sleep, lullaby, you've been fed and you're sleepy. You'll be with uncle Lorne, who in no way resents not being asked to go to the ballet. And is certainly, not thinking, of selling you to the first vampire cult that makes him a decent offer...

Cordy: Are you sure this is the way?
Angel: I'm sure it's *a* way.

Cordy: I said something. Back in that room. Something important. Do you remember? Angel: Uhm - you-you're only alive when I-I'm...
Cordy: Not that.
Angel: No. Of course. I-I was just... Oh. Hey! I said you were afraid.
Cordy: And I said - what if he finds us?
Angel: She had a secret lover.
Cordy: They were afraid of someone. And I'll bet you anything that someone is the reason why we're stuck here! We left too soon.
Angel: We... who? The room?
Cordy: It's a clue! Those spirits or - or energy or - or whatever are still in there. So we can figure out what happened. We have to go back in!
Angel: I'm marveling at the wrongness of that idea.

Cordy: All we have to do is play the scene. Get in, get out. No one gets happy.
Angel: What if there is - no more talking in that scene? - Look, I've been possessed by the spirits of old lovers before. Never goes well.
Cordy: Well, I've got my little cross if things get out of hand. Hey - it's awkward, but it's not *us.* So long as nothing is removed or - inserted it's all forgotten.
Angel: It is us - Cordelia. It's you and me. - Kissing you, it's... - It's not something I can just...
Cordy: Oh, come on. It's not *that* horrible. Up to his ass in demon gore - fine! But ask him to mack on a hottie and he wigs. My champion, ladies and gentlemen.

Angel: Kurskov owns the company. He doesn't own you.
Cordy: He doesn't know that. He thinks I'm his. That I dance for him. He is nothing but a deluded fan. He thinks I love him.

Wesley: Someone's in pain.
Fred: Either that, or someone's in fun.

Angel: You alright?
Cordy: Yeah. We gotta move.
Angel: You think they're not dead?
Cordy: You just looked *really* hot doing that.
Angel: Oh.
Cordy: Yeah.
Angel: Run.

Fred: I'm sorry. I shouldn't fall apart like this.
Gunn: You scared I'm gonna die on you?
Fred: Charles, don't even...
Gunn: And all I ask - is one last kiss - as the light is dimming.
Fred: You think that's funny?

Gunn: You really that worried about me?
Fred: You probably think I'm an idiot.
Gunn: I think if you care that much - the wound is definitely deep.

Angel: Yeah. Cordy and I hit kind of a mystical hotspot back in one of the dressing rooms.
Cordy: Well, it seems the prima ballerina had a lover back in the day. And there was this Count Kurskov, who owned the company, and I guess he had a thing for the girl and - they were mightily afraid of him.
Angel: He had powers of some kind.
Wesley: He was a wizard.
They all turn to see Wes standing on the threshold of one of the corridors archways, sword carried loosely by his side.
Wesley: He was obsessed with the girl. When he found her with the other man, he went insane with jealous rage - pulled her out of time out of any reality beyond *his* theater, his company. He swore she would dance for him forever.
Fred: How did you...
Wesley: I - ah, - I hit a hotspot, too.

Wesley: Find his power center and destroy it. We'll try and loosen his hold.
Gunn: By making more monsters? Man with the frightening plan!

Cordy, coming up beside him: I hope you're in a killing mood.
Wesley: I should do alright.

Angel: I've seen you dance.
Ballerina, looking out on the stage: Everyone sees me.
Angel: It was Giselle then, as well.
Ballerina: Always.

Ballerina: There is a section in the first act, during the courtship dance, where - my foot slips. My ankle's turned and - and I don't quite hold - every time. He doesn't notice. He doesn't even know ballet that well. But always, at that same moment, I slip. - It isn't just the same ballet. It's the same performance. I don't dance. I echo.

Kurskov: She - was my love. She danced only for *me!*
Angel: Yeah. You love her that much? Start a website.

Angel: If we were to... - I would just want it to be... - new. Start at the beginning.
Cordy: Lost me in the middle.
Angel: Cordy - you and I, we've been working together for - a long time. What I mean is, you've become a truly extraordinary woman. I know we haven't always gotten along, but - I think that we, you know, we...
Cordy: Groo?
Angel: Yes! We - we-we grew - closer together, I think...
Cordy: Groo!
Groo: Princess!

Lorne: He just showed up. Apparently once everyone in Pylea got their freedom, the political situation got a little sketchy. The Groosalug here got deposed and they set up some kind of people's republic. So, he came looking for his - true love.
Angel: Huh. That's good-good for her.
Lorne: Yeah.

Fred: Well, that's a surprise. I thought for sure she was meant to be with Angel. I guess you never can predict those things. You know?
Wesley: No. I guess you never can.