1. lunas_borednow

Nabbit: Well, I-I've always said that I would make a billion dollars in the Software market and, uh, learn to talk to girls. - Still working on step two.

Nabbit: Well, I used to play a lot in High School. You know, it was pretty cool. You get to be someone else for a while, a wizard, a warrior, you know, the whole world is magic, and fighting Troglodytes and romancing exotic - demon princesses and - you know, it's a rush!
Cordelia: Did someone find out you were a big nerd?
Nabbit: No that's - ah, that's actually public record.

Wesley: "You went to Madam Dorion's."
Nabbit: "J-j-just once."
Wesley: "It's a demon brothel."
Nabbit: "Or twice."
Wesley: "In Bel Air, I believe. The Watchers Council is *ripe* with stories about it."
Angel: "Ah - and how many..."
Nabbit: "Twelve - times."
Angel: "...people knew about you going?"

Nabbit: "Ah. This should take care of your expenses to date. I want you to know I really appreciate what you did at the party."
Wesley: "At the party? What we did at the party?"
Cordy: "It was a wonderful party."
Nabbit: "We talked. We had some good times. It meant a lot to me."
Cordy: "Oh."
Wesley: "Yes, but - you were paying us to be there."
Nabbit: "I do that all the time. But you guys actually hung with me. It was - it was special."

Angel: "Mr. Nabbit?"
Cordy: "David?"
Nabbit: "Par- pardon my throat."
Angel: "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."
Nabbit: "Ah, that was awesome. Can we do it again?"
Wesley: "Are you - do you need help?"
Nabbit: "Me? No. I just popped by to hang. I blew off my board of directors because tonight it's my turn to be dungeon master. What do you think of my cape?"
Cordy: "Shiny."
Nabbit: "You guys wanna hang? Oh, wow. Wow, wow. This is where it all happens. The helpless - in agony - they have no one to turn to so they - come here to you. - Drink that coffee - sit on this couch - unspeakable fiends from hell hot on their heels. Ah, what did I do? Spun off my digital pager network, made a few more million. Alright, several. - Big whoop! What does that mean?"
Cordy: "No more shopping at the Penny Saver?"
Nabbit: "It's just you guys, - your lives are so meaningful - so exciting. You fight demons! At any moment one could walk right through that very door! - - You guys seen any cool demons lately?"

Nabbit: "Demons of the underworld be ware - your time on the surface is drawing nigh!"

Nabbit: "Ah! I stand ready to fight the good fight, sir! What do you need?"
Angel: "Financial advice."
Nabbit: "Okay. Good."
Angel: "We're making this hotel our new base of operations. Right now we're leasing it for six months with an option to buy."
Nabbit: "And how much are you willing to put down?"
Cordy: "'Nothing' - would be good."
Nabbit: "Oh. That's easy. You could look into seller financing, take over the owner's payments and skip the bank completely, or you could make a play for a preservation grant. Offer to restore the original décor and get the city and the feds to give you a tax break and a loan at a sweetheart rate. Or you could apply for an FHA and get a PMI in lieu of a down payment."
Cordy: "Is anybody else getting warm? Do that 'tax breaks,' FHA and PMI part again."

Nabbit: "Is this demon fighting cool or what, huh?"

Gunn: "See, there you go assuming those brothers are criminals."
Cordy: "Aren't they?"
Gunn: "You mean like your friend David Nabbit? You think he became a billionaire by being a good citizen?"
Cordy: "Actually he did. He made his first millions developing software that lets blind people surf the web. Plus, he set up a foundation that donates 20 billion a year to countless charitable causes."