GWEN QUOTES:
Angel: (Gwen's lipstick) Nice color. (Gwen realizes Angel has no reflection)
Gwen: OK. After I kick your ass, I'm gonna ask about that. (attacks).
Angel: I don't wanna hurt you.
Gwen: That's what they all say. I don't usually enjoy the hand-to-hand this much.
Angel: Maybe you haven't been doing it right.
Gwen: (zapping him ineffectually) Why are you not toast?
Angel: I'm not even warmed up.
Gwen: Oh, really. (taking of the gloves) I can fix that. (presses her hands to his bare chest) Warm enough? (Zoom into Angel's chest cavity, and a brown-grey still heart is suddenly growing, turning red, and beating. Zoom back out to Angel and Gwen. When Angel felt his heart beat, he sits up with a start and kisses Gwen passionately.)
Gwen: You're alive.
Angel: You felt that? My heart...
Gwen: It was beating. It doesn't, does it?
Angel: Cordelia! I gotta get out of here.
Gwen: What the hell is going on?
(Elliot steps up to the elevator, on the other side of the bars.)
Elliot: Well, that should be obvious... to a professional like yourself.
Angel: It's a double-cross.
Gwen: I'm now slow. I know it's— Shut up! (to Elliot) Is he one of yours?
Elliot: No, I thought he was yours, what, with the... tonguing and all.
Gwen: In his dreams.
Angel: (self-consciously) Not even close.

Gwen: I expect to get screwed. Professional thief. Hazard of the biz.
Elliot: Just wait a second, please.
Gwen: What I don't appreciate, Elliot, is being called a freak! That's my word. And I get cranky when people like you use it.
Angel: Gwen, think about this...
Gwen: Ever been struck by lightning, Elliot? I've been struck by lightning 14 times. It's not my fault. I just attract it. You know what else attracts lightning? Maggoty little norms like you.
Angel : So, you're a freak. Boo-hoo. Get over it.
Gwen : What?
Angel : I think you figured out I'm not the poster-boy for normal. Sometimes, you just gotta let go. [hits Elliott]
Gwen : Hey. I wanted to do that.
Angel : You were going to fry him.
Gwen : Was not.
Angel : Don't fib.
Gwen : Lie. Did you at least break his nose?

Elliot : Tempered Lucite.
Angel : He's gonna seal us in. Turn on the gas.
Gwen : What are you, Lex Luthor?

Angel : Say you're not here for the Axis.
Gwen : I'm not here for the Axis.
Angel : You're lying.
Gwen : Fib. It's lying only classier.

Gwen: (to Angel) You're really going to use that Axis thing to find her, aren't you. Figures. Anyone that bad at stealing stuff has got to be doing it for love. Bummer.

Angel : Who are you?
Gwen : Who are you?
Angel : I asked you first.
Gwen : What are you seven?

Gwen : Manny said that he was an orb-keeper, right? Maybe he kept an orb.
Cordelia : In his head?
Gwen : Where do you keep yours?

Gwen : I'm just saying that it never would have happened on my watch.
Cordelia : Gosh no. 'Cause you're Super Tramp.

Gwen: So I'm in a jam. I can't get out of it alone. I need someone suave, a guy who can handle himself in a tight spot.
Angel: Gwen, I'd love to help ---
Gwen: (pointing to Gunn) I meant him.

Gwen: You collect anything when you travel?
Gunn: Uh, yeah. I, uh, got a big ol' scar on my thigh from Boyle Heights . . . piece of vamp stake I picked up a while back in Alhambra . . . and a couple burn marks on my hip from Encino. Yup. Name a town, I'll show you the souvenir.

Gunn: (arriving looking like James Bond) Of course, I'd feel better if we were packin' some of his secret weapons.
Gwen: Charles, we are the secret weapons.

Gunn: Hey, I'm just the muscle.
Gwen: Don't knock the muscle, buddy. Makes the girls go all knocky in the knees. But if that's all you were, we never could have gotten into that party tonight.

Gwen: (about the device on her back) What's it doing?
Gunn: You ever see one of those "Bodysnatcher" movies?

Gwen: I'm a freak. Being a thief makes me a part of something and not a part at the same time. Tonight? Yeah, kinda loved it.
Gunn: You know for someone loving life, you seemed awfully willing to die for this.
Gwen: What you saw tonight, that's as bad as it gets but even at its best… That thing might let me be, well, not normal but… hold hands, maybe. So yeah, guess I was willing to die or even… you wouldn't understand.

Gwen: ...So then after the second gardener and the fourth nanny, I got sent to the academy. Something tells me my origin story isn't enough to fascinate you.
Gunn: Oh, no, it is. I was just—just thinking.
Gwen: Gunn, I already apologized for killing you. What do you want, a wake?

Gwen: So, guard duty. What do you think. (to Angel) You and me, first shift?
Cordelia: Uh, wouldn't it make more sense to split up? One super power per shift. That way if horn boy shows up, we mere mortals might stand a chance.
Gunn: Makes sense to me.
Gwen: Okay then, I'll take Denzel.
Gunn: Actually my name's Gunn. Not that that I mind the freakishly accurate description.

Gwen: Where were you when they taught stealth in superpower school?

Angel: Gwen.
Gwen: Hi there. Long time, no hand-to-hand. (walks into the lobby, to Gunn) I remember you.
Fred: (steps in front of him protectively) That guy you killed? Yeah, that's him.
Gwen: Kicked you in the face, too, didn't I, cherry? Sorry 'bout that. I really do try to avoid contact. (glances at Angel) Mostly.
Angel: (enjoying Cordy's jealousy) Cordelia, this is—
Cordelia: I know who she is. (to Gwen) Caught your little show on the omniscient higher plane channel. Thanks.
Gwen: (to Cordy) So, you're the girl who makes his heart go pitter-pat. (grins) Figuratively, at least. (to Angel) You must be so happy.
Angel: I am not having the best week, to be honest.
Gwen: Tell me about it. I mean, really, tell me. Freak to freak. Is the world about to end, or what?
Angel: Something happen to you?
Gwen: Met with a client last night in the oil fields, which is odd, 'cause I bagged for this guy six years—big money—and he never wanted to meet before.
Cordelia: Fascinating as these details must seem to you, we're dealing with much more important stuff right now. Apocalypse. End of the world.
Gwen: Also, while we were talking, he, um, got his chest punched out a big demon with a head made of rock. Demon, OK? The whole 9 yard.. cloven feet and horns and teeth. (looks at Lorne) He wasn't wearing lame though.
Lorne: The evil ones can't pull it off - it gets camp.

Gwen: (to Angel) You are, hands down, the weirdest person I know, so I figured I'd ask you what's going on.