Angel Quotes
Angel: Here's the plan: We go in, I start hitting people hard in the face, see where it takes us.
TV Show: Angel
[Oven timer dings. Wes checks his sole.]
Cordelia: [off] They're done! Nobody touch.
Angel: I think she's making brownies.
Wesley: Oh, is that what I smell. I thought I tracked something in.
Cordelia: [enters] The recipe was handed down to me from my mother, who got it from her housekeeper, plus I improvised a little. You're gonna love 'em!
Wesley: Me?!
Cordelia: Uh huh!
Wesley: Doesn't Angel have to... get to... try any?
Cordelia: They're brownies full of nutty goodness, not red blood cells.
Wesley: Oh. I wasn't thinking. More of a drinker than an eater, I suppose.
Cordelia: [having difficulty cutting] Maybe if you'd branch out into the solids he'd keep a decent knife around. [starts to hack in pan with special enchanted Keck knife]
Wesley: [shooting to feet] That is not appropriate! It's for killing extinct demons! Angel, make her stop!!
Angel: [smiling] Cordelia...
Wesley: That blade is very old! Who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it?
Cordelia: [brandishing knife] 'Corrosive effect'?
Angel: Cordelia, just.. put down the very sharp knife...
Wesley: Well, they don't smell right.
Cordelia: I think Mr. Too-Much-Cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.
Cordelia: [off] They're done! Nobody touch.
Angel: I think she's making brownies.
Wesley: Oh, is that what I smell. I thought I tracked something in.
Cordelia: [enters] The recipe was handed down to me from my mother, who got it from her housekeeper, plus I improvised a little. You're gonna love 'em!
Wesley: Me?!
Cordelia: Uh huh!
Wesley: Doesn't Angel have to... get to... try any?
Cordelia: They're brownies full of nutty goodness, not red blood cells.
Wesley: Oh. I wasn't thinking. More of a drinker than an eater, I suppose.
Cordelia: [having difficulty cutting] Maybe if you'd branch out into the solids he'd keep a decent knife around. [starts to hack in pan with special enchanted Keck knife]
Wesley: [shooting to feet] That is not appropriate! It's for killing extinct demons! Angel, make her stop!!
Angel: [smiling] Cordelia...
Wesley: That blade is very old! Who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it?
Cordelia: [brandishing knife] 'Corrosive effect'?
Angel: Cordelia, just.. put down the very sharp knife...
Wesley: Well, they don't smell right.
Cordelia: I think Mr. Too-Much-Cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.
TV Show: Angel
Cordelia: Pretend to read any good books lately?
Angel: Cordelia. I thought you went home.
Cordelia: [sits] You called him 'Doyle.'
Angel: It... just happened. I hope Wesley's okay with it.
Cordelia: Oh, who cares about him. This is about Doyle. You never say his name.
Angel: I say it.
Cordelia: No, you don't. Look, you don't have to be Joe-stoic about his dying. I mean, I know that you have this unflappable vibe working for you, but you don't have to do that for me.
Angel: I'm not unflappable.
Cordelia: Great! So... flap.
Angel: [stands, walks to window, turns] ... ... I miss him.
Cordelia: [smiles] Me, too.
Angel: I've been around death before. A lot. I've lost people, I've killed people...
Cordelia: And you are dead. ...Sorry.
Angel: It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let it happen.
Cordelia: Angel, it wasn't your fault. It hurts.
Angel: Yeah.
Angel: Cordelia. I thought you went home.
Cordelia: [sits] You called him 'Doyle.'
Angel: It... just happened. I hope Wesley's okay with it.
Cordelia: Oh, who cares about him. This is about Doyle. You never say his name.
Angel: I say it.
Cordelia: No, you don't. Look, you don't have to be Joe-stoic about his dying. I mean, I know that you have this unflappable vibe working for you, but you don't have to do that for me.
Angel: I'm not unflappable.
Cordelia: Great! So... flap.
Angel: [stands, walks to window, turns] ... ... I miss him.
Cordelia: [smiles] Me, too.
Angel: I've been around death before. A lot. I've lost people, I've killed people...
Cordelia: And you are dead. ...Sorry.
Angel: It shouldn't have happened. I shouldn't have let it happen.
Cordelia: Angel, it wasn't your fault. It hurts.
Angel: Yeah.
TV Show: Angel
Cordelia: What is this stuff, anyway? Kind of pretty.
Wesley: It's the bodily excretion of an Ethros demon.
Cordelia: No one could have said "demon poo" before I touched it?
Wesley: It's the bodily excretion of an Ethros demon.
Cordelia: No one could have said "demon poo" before I touched it?
TV Show: Angel
[Angel and Wesley track a vicious Ethros demon deep into dark basalt sea caves.]
Wesley: Angel, before we go any further, I, I just want to assure you, in as much as we'll be fighting side by side... What that demon said before...
Angel: I know you're not planning to kill me, Wesley. But you're willing to. And that's good! Now, come on.
Wesley: Angel, before we go any further, I, I just want to assure you, in as much as we'll be fighting side by side... What that demon said before...
Angel: I know you're not planning to kill me, Wesley. But you're willing to. And that's good! Now, come on.
TV Show: Angel
Ethros Demon: Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? Nothing. That's what I found in the boy. No conscience, no fear, no humanity. Just a black void. I couldn't control him. I couldn't get out. I never even manifested him until you brought me forth. I just sat there and watched as he destroyed everything around him. Not from a belief in evil, not for any reason at all...That boy's mind was the blackest hell I've ever known. Thats why I tried to get Him to commit Suicide.I knew it would bring Death,I do not fear it.The only Thing I've ever feared is in that house.
TV Show: Angel
Liam: Anna, come closer.
Anna: Master Liam, your father...
Liam: He'll be off to church by now, repenting of his sins. And well he should. Closer, Anna!
Anna: Why do ye keep to the shadows, sir? Are ye not well?
Liam: The light... it bothers my eyes just now.
Father: And I know the reason why! [kicks Liam out into the sunlight] Up again all night, is it? Drinking and whoring! I can smell the stink of it on you!
Liam: And a 'good morning' to you, Father.
Father: You're a disgrace.
Liam: If you say so, Father.
Father: Oh, I do. I do say so. Have you not had enough debauchery for one night? Must you corrupt the servants as well?
Liam: 'Servant,' Father. We have one servant. Anyway, everyone gets corrupted. But I find some forms of corruption are more pleasant... [rocks back as hard open-handed slap catches him full force]
Father: I'm ashamed to call you my son. A lay-about and a scoundrel. You'll never amount to anything more than that.
[Liam silently wipes blood from the corner of his mouth.]
Anna: Master Liam, your father...
Liam: He'll be off to church by now, repenting of his sins. And well he should. Closer, Anna!
Anna: Why do ye keep to the shadows, sir? Are ye not well?
Liam: The light... it bothers my eyes just now.
Father: And I know the reason why! [kicks Liam out into the sunlight] Up again all night, is it? Drinking and whoring! I can smell the stink of it on you!
Liam: And a 'good morning' to you, Father.
Father: You're a disgrace.
Liam: If you say so, Father.
Father: Oh, I do. I do say so. Have you not had enough debauchery for one night? Must you corrupt the servants as well?
Liam: 'Servant,' Father. We have one servant. Anyway, everyone gets corrupted. But I find some forms of corruption are more pleasant... [rocks back as hard open-handed slap catches him full force]
Father: I'm ashamed to call you my son. A lay-about and a scoundrel. You'll never amount to anything more than that.
[Liam silently wipes blood from the corner of his mouth.]
TV Show: Angel
[Liam brawls with manic abandon.]
Darla: Who is he?
Bar maid: Who, that one?
Darla: Yes. He's magnificent.
Bar maid: Ooh yah, God's gift, all right.
Darla: Really! I've never known God to be so generous.
Bar maid: Oh, his lies sound pretty when the stars are out, but he forgets every promise he's made when the sun comes up again.
Darla: That wouldn't really be a problem for me, actually.
Darla: Who is he?
Bar maid: Who, that one?
Darla: Yes. He's magnificent.
Bar maid: Ooh yah, God's gift, all right.
Darla: Really! I've never known God to be so generous.
Bar maid: Oh, his lies sound pretty when the stars are out, but he forgets every promise he's made when the sun comes up again.
Darla: That wouldn't really be a problem for me, actually.
TV Show: Angel
Cordelia: Pay attention! All you have to do is decide what the code will be.
Angel: Code.
Cordelia: For the security system we just had installed. [waves instruction booklet] Hello? What have we been talking about, anyway?
Angel: I don't...
Cordelia: Come on. The installation guy said it should be something easy to remember, like my birthday.
Angel: I don't know your birthday.
Cordelia: Yeah, tell me something you don't know that I don't know. But after eleven and a half months of punching it in to this, you won't have any excuses.
Angel: Code.
Cordelia: For the security system we just had installed. [waves instruction booklet] Hello? What have we been talking about, anyway?
Angel: I don't...
Cordelia: Come on. The installation guy said it should be something easy to remember, like my birthday.
Angel: I don't know your birthday.
Cordelia: Yeah, tell me something you don't know that I don't know. But after eleven and a half months of punching it in to this, you won't have any excuses.
TV Show: Angel
Father: Liam! You’ll do as I say.
Liam: [To his sister.] Sweet Kathy. No tears. We’ll meet again.
Father: Defy me now, you won’t. Not as long as I live.
Liam: You’ll want to move away from the door now, father.
Father: Go through it, but don’t ever expect to come back.
Liam: As you wish, father. Always, just as you wish.
Father: It’s a son I wished for! A man! instead God gave me you! A terrible disappointment.
Liam: Disappointment? A more dutiful son you couldn’t have asked for. My whole life you’ve told me in word, in glance, what it is you required of me, and I’ve lived down to your every expectations, now haven’t I?
Father: That’s madness!
Liam: No. The madness is that I couldn’t fail enough for you. But we’ll fix that now, won’t we?
Father: I fear for you, lad.
Liam: And is that the only thing you can find in your heart for me now, father?
Father: Who’ll take you in, huh? No one!
Liam: I’ll not lack for a place to sleep, I can tell you that. Out of my way.
Father: I was never in your way, boy.
[Angel opens the door and storms out.]
Father: If you’ll go courting trouble, you’re sure to find it!
[Liam's father looks as if he is about to cry and slams the door.]
Liam: [To his sister.] Sweet Kathy. No tears. We’ll meet again.
Father: Defy me now, you won’t. Not as long as I live.
Liam: You’ll want to move away from the door now, father.
Father: Go through it, but don’t ever expect to come back.
Liam: As you wish, father. Always, just as you wish.
Father: It’s a son I wished for! A man! instead God gave me you! A terrible disappointment.
Liam: Disappointment? A more dutiful son you couldn’t have asked for. My whole life you’ve told me in word, in glance, what it is you required of me, and I’ve lived down to your every expectations, now haven’t I?
Father: That’s madness!
Liam: No. The madness is that I couldn’t fail enough for you. But we’ll fix that now, won’t we?
Father: I fear for you, lad.
Liam: And is that the only thing you can find in your heart for me now, father?
Father: Who’ll take you in, huh? No one!
Liam: I’ll not lack for a place to sleep, I can tell you that. Out of my way.
Father: I was never in your way, boy.
[Angel opens the door and storms out.]
Father: If you’ll go courting trouble, you’re sure to find it!
[Liam's father looks as if he is about to cry and slams the door.]
TV Show: Angel
[Cut to the barmaid at the tavern smiling as Angel picks her up. Cut to Darla scratching her chest to make it bleed. Cut to the barmaid. Cut to Darla in the alley. Cut to the Barmaid feeding Angel some grapes.]]
Darla: You know what to do. Darling boy.
[Cut to Angel following Darla into the alley.]
Darla: I could show you – things you’ve never seen.
[Darla bites him and his eyes pop open. His knees give out and Darla pushes his mouth on top of the bloody scratch on her chest.]
Darla: You know what to do. Darling boy.
[Cut to Angel following Darla into the alley.]
Darla: I could show you – things you’ve never seen.
[Darla bites him and his eyes pop open. His knees give out and Darla pushes his mouth on top of the bloody scratch on her chest.]
TV Show: Angel
Angelus: Strange. Somehow you seemed taller when I was alive.
Father: Lord, bind this demon now.
Angelus: To think I ever let such a tiny, trembling thing make me feel the way you did.
Father: [crosses himself] Deliver me under thy protection, Father.
Angelus: You told me I wasn't a man. You told me I was nothing. And I believed you. You said I'd never amount to anything. You were wrong. [vamps] You see, Father. I have made something of myself after all.
Father: Lord, bind this demon now.
Angelus: To think I ever let such a tiny, trembling thing make me feel the way you did.
Father: [crosses himself] Deliver me under thy protection, Father.
Angelus: You told me I wasn't a man. You told me I was nothing. And I believed you. You said I'd never amount to anything. You were wrong. [vamps] You see, Father. I have made something of myself after all.
TV Show: Angel
Darla: This contest is ended, is it.
Angelus: Now I've won.
Darla: Are you sure?
Angelus: Of course. I proved who had the power here.
Darla: You think?
Angel: [stands] What?
Darla: Your victory over him took but moments.
Angelus: [looks back at his dead father] Yes?
Darla: But his defeat of you will last lifetimes.
Angelus: What are you talking about? He can't defeat me now.
Darla: Nor can he ever approve of you, in this world, or any other. What we once were informs all that we have become. The same love will infect our hearts, even if they no longer beat. Simple death won't change that.
Angelus: Love. [looks around at his dead family] Is this the work of love?
Darla: Darling boy. So young, still so very young.
Angelus: Now I've won.
Darla: Are you sure?
Angelus: Of course. I proved who had the power here.
Darla: You think?
Angel: [stands] What?
Darla: Your victory over him took but moments.
Angelus: [looks back at his dead father] Yes?
Darla: But his defeat of you will last lifetimes.
Angelus: What are you talking about? He can't defeat me now.
Darla: Nor can he ever approve of you, in this world, or any other. What we once were informs all that we have become. The same love will infect our hearts, even if they no longer beat. Simple death won't change that.
Angelus: Love. [looks around at his dead family] Is this the work of love?
Darla: Darling boy. So young, still so very young.
TV Show: Angel
[Cordelia checks a lead on an on-line demon database.]
Cordelia: There are some ugly critters in here. Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know, like archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. I was just joking, Mister Grouchy-Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?
Wesley: For your information, I lead a rich and varied social life.
Cordelia: Oh, I know. Every night it’s Jeopardy, followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out, girls, this one can’t be tamed!
Cordelia: There are some ugly critters in here. Someone ought to create an intra-demon dating base. You know, like archfiend.org, where the lonely and the slimy connect. I was just joking, Mister Grouchy-Pants. When was the last time you had a dating base?
Wesley: For your information, I lead a rich and varied social life.
Cordelia: Oh, I know. Every night it’s Jeopardy, followed by Wheel of Fortune and a cup of hot cocoa. Look out, girls, this one can’t be tamed!
TV Show: Angel
[The episode starts from a black screen.]
Wesley: We're doomed.
Angel: Maybe we can make a break for it.
Wesley: Impossible.
Angel: Front exit?
Wesley: We'd be spotted instantly.
Angel: Back door?
Wesley: Blocked.
Angel: That's it, then. We're trapped.
Wesley: We could try shouting fire... [seats in a theater are shown] It's not technically a crowded theater.
Cordelia: [performing Henrik Ibsen's "A Doll's House" on stage] 'One day, I might, yes. Many years from now, when I've lost my looks a little. Do not laugh.'
Wesley: [checks his watch] Only another hour.
Cordelia: 'I mean of course, a time will come when Torvald is not... is not...' ..Line??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Wesley: Perhaps two.
Cordelia: What??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Cordelia: 'is not as devoted to me.' [adds dramatic sob]
Angel: And I thought I knew Eternity.
Wesley: We're doomed.
Angel: Maybe we can make a break for it.
Wesley: Impossible.
Angel: Front exit?
Wesley: We'd be spotted instantly.
Angel: Back door?
Wesley: Blocked.
Angel: That's it, then. We're trapped.
Wesley: We could try shouting fire... [seats in a theater are shown] It's not technically a crowded theater.
Cordelia: [performing Henrik Ibsen's "A Doll's House" on stage] 'One day, I might, yes. Many years from now, when I've lost my looks a little. Do not laugh.'
Wesley: [checks his watch] Only another hour.
Cordelia: 'I mean of course, a time will come when Torvald is not... is not...' ..Line??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Wesley: Perhaps two.
Cordelia: What??
Prompter: [whispers] 'is not as devoted to me'.
Cordelia: 'is not as devoted to me.' [adds dramatic sob]
Angel: And I thought I knew Eternity.
TV Show: Angel
Cordelia: [To Wesley] So... how was I?
Wesley: It was really good.
Cordelia: Really? Thanks. Angel was I good?
Angel: What? Oh.. Uh... I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.
Cordelia: Thanks. [pause] You didn't say it.
Angel: I didn't?
Cordelia: I don't believe this!
Angel: Well, it was a night in a theater I'll never forget.
Wesley: It was really good.
Cordelia: Really? Thanks. Angel was I good?
Angel: What? Oh.. Uh... I wouldn't say it if it wasn't true.
Cordelia: Thanks. [pause] You didn't say it.
Angel: I didn't?
Cordelia: I don't believe this!
Angel: Well, it was a night in a theater I'll never forget.
TV Show: Angel
Angel: I'm not what you think.
Rebecca: You're not? Because... no reflection, dark private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood... I guess what I would think is "vampire".
Angel: Then again...
Rebecca: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they're vampires.
Angel: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed, but...
Rebecca: This is real. You're real. Do you drink blood?
Angel: Yeah. But not human.
Rebecca: You're not a killer.
Angel: I gave that up.
Rebecca: Well, there's a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
Rebecca: You're not? Because... no reflection, dark private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood... I guess what I would think is "vampire".
Angel: Then again...
Rebecca: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they're vampires.
Angel: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed, but...
Rebecca: This is real. You're real. Do you drink blood?
Angel: Yeah. But not human.
Rebecca: You're not a killer.
Angel: I gave that up.
Rebecca: Well, there's a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
TV Show: Angel
Rebecca: A season and a half off the air and suddenly I'm nobody again.
Angel: [holding up some tabloids] Not according to these.
Rebecca: According to those, I've slept with Ernest Borgnine and I'm bulimic.
Angel: I hear Borgnine's a very skilled lover.
Angel: [holding up some tabloids] Not according to these.
Rebecca: According to those, I've slept with Ernest Borgnine and I'm bulimic.
Angel: I hear Borgnine's a very skilled lover.
TV Show: Angel
[Rebecca leans over a slightly woozy looking Angel twirling his champagne glass.]
Angel: I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people.
Rebecca: I don't believe that.
Angel: No, it's true. I was bad. Which is why I have to help people now. I'm trying to atone.
Rebecca: Cordelia says you've saved the world.
Angel: Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into hell once too.
Rebecca: Still, don't you think after all this time you deserve some happiness?
Angel: [laughs] That's probably not a good idea. Hm. You smell so good. [Rebecca is running one hand under his shirt. Angel looks pretty spaced out.] So warm. I miss that.
Rebecca: You don't have to. You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever.
Angel: Woah, woah. What are you saying?
Rebecca: You know what I'm saying. [Exposes her neck to him.] Do it. We won't have to be lonely, either one of us, ever again.
Angel: You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.
Rebecca: Of course I know. I'm not a fool. There is a price. I understand that.
Angel: You couldn't possibly understand.
Rebecca: I wasn't afraid, was I? When I looked into the mirror and you weren't there I didn't scream. I didn't run. I understood.
Angel: No. You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? What you really want is to make it disappear.
Rebecca: You're supposed to help people. Help me.
Angel: I used to be, uh, a long time ago. I hurt a lot of people.
Rebecca: I don't believe that.
Angel: No, it's true. I was bad. Which is why I have to help people now. I'm trying to atone.
Rebecca: Cordelia says you've saved the world.
Angel: Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into hell once too.
Rebecca: Still, don't you think after all this time you deserve some happiness?
Angel: [laughs] That's probably not a good idea. Hm. You smell so good. [Rebecca is running one hand under his shirt. Angel looks pretty spaced out.] So warm. I miss that.
Rebecca: You don't have to. You can have what you've been craving all these long, empty years. We both can. Forever.
Angel: Woah, woah. What are you saying?
Rebecca: You know what I'm saying. [Exposes her neck to him.] Do it. We won't have to be lonely, either one of us, ever again.
Angel: You're wrong. You don't know what it is you're asking me to do.
Rebecca: Of course I know. I'm not a fool. There is a price. I understand that.
Angel: You couldn't possibly understand.
Rebecca: I wasn't afraid, was I? When I looked into the mirror and you weren't there I didn't scream. I didn't run. I understood.
Angel: No. You weren't afraid. You looked into that mirror and all you saw was yourself. That's all you ever see, Rebecca, and that's what really frightens you. This isn't about the way the studio, the network, or the fans see you. It's about how you see yourself. Your own reflection has been corrupted into something unrecognizable. You think you want to stay the same? What you really want is to make it disappear.
Rebecca: You're supposed to help people. Help me.
TV Show: Angel
Rebecca: Angel?
Angelus: Oh, what's the matter? Look a little nervous.
Rebecca: You, you're...
Angelus: Free! [Picks up his drink and drains it.] You freed me. Mmm. [Sticks a finger in the glass and licks the last of it off his finger.] Oh, God. I love this stuff! Wow! [Breaks the glass on a ceiling beam.] Remind me to get the name of your dealer before I kill you.
Rebecca: Kill me?
[Angel twirls the broken glass in his hand.]
Angelus: In all my years, I've never killed a famous person before. But with no witnesses who's gonna believe me? Maybe we can take a picture. I know! We do it like we did back in the day. I'll keep your head on a stick as proof.
Rebecca: My head on a stick?
Angelus: Well okay... [throws the glass over his shoulder and listens to it break]... pike.
Rebecca: You're just trying to scare me.
Angelus: Is it working?
Rebecca: No.
[Angelus tosses her across the room and she lands on the stairs to the sewer entrance.]
Angelus: How about now?
Rebecca: You're crazy.
Angelus: Oh, no. I'm a vampire. Boy, you know, you could stand to drop a few pounds. Hey, I help you with that.
Rebecca: This isn't you.
Angelus: They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!
Rebecca: I'm... I just wanted to...
Angelus: Be like me? Believe me, I'm one happy fellow. Tell you what, I'll torture you for a few unbelievably long hours and then you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you. It's up to you.
Angelus: Oh, what's the matter? Look a little nervous.
Rebecca: You, you're...
Angelus: Free! [Picks up his drink and drains it.] You freed me. Mmm. [Sticks a finger in the glass and licks the last of it off his finger.] Oh, God. I love this stuff! Wow! [Breaks the glass on a ceiling beam.] Remind me to get the name of your dealer before I kill you.
Rebecca: Kill me?
[Angel twirls the broken glass in his hand.]
Angelus: In all my years, I've never killed a famous person before. But with no witnesses who's gonna believe me? Maybe we can take a picture. I know! We do it like we did back in the day. I'll keep your head on a stick as proof.
Rebecca: My head on a stick?
Angelus: Well okay... [throws the glass over his shoulder and listens to it break]... pike.
Rebecca: You're just trying to scare me.
Angelus: Is it working?
Rebecca: No.
[Angelus tosses her across the room and she lands on the stairs to the sewer entrance.]
Angelus: How about now?
Rebecca: You're crazy.
Angelus: Oh, no. I'm a vampire. Boy, you know, you could stand to drop a few pounds. Hey, I help you with that.
Rebecca: This isn't you.
Angelus: They always mistake me for the character I play. They never see the real me!
Rebecca: I'm... I just wanted to...
Angelus: Be like me? Believe me, I'm one happy fellow. Tell you what, I'll torture you for a few unbelievably long hours and then you can tell me if this is the lifestyle for you. It's up to you.
TV Show: Angel
Cordelia: Well, oh, why don't you juss-ss...
Angelus: Juss-s? Line? 'Of course a time will come when Torvald is not as devoted to me'. You were really, let me tell you, bad.
Cordelia: Stop it.
Angelus: Why? You didn't. I mean, I've been to hell but *that* was so much worse! [To Rebecca] You had to be there. I mean, there wasn't a dry eye in the house, everybody was just laughing so hard. [To Cordelia] Here's a thought. Maybe you can get Raven here to coach you, then you'd actually suck!
Angelus: Juss-s? Line? 'Of course a time will come when Torvald is not as devoted to me'. You were really, let me tell you, bad.
Cordelia: Stop it.
Angelus: Why? You didn't. I mean, I've been to hell but *that* was so much worse! [To Rebecca] You had to be there. I mean, there wasn't a dry eye in the house, everybody was just laughing so hard. [To Cordelia] Here's a thought. Maybe you can get Raven here to coach you, then you'd actually suck!
TV Show: Angel
[Among Angelus' dastardly deeds was a savage, if accurate, critique of Cordelia's acting.]
Angel: Cordelia —
Cordelia: OK, here's something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley's right. Forget about it.
Angel: But I really didn't mean —
Cordelia: Yes, you did. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he's honest. Shouldn't I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?
Angel: So, we're OK, then?
Cordelia: I'm way too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.
Angel: I appreciate that. [a pause] You're not gonna untie me, are you?
Cordelia: Pfft! [she exits]
Angel: Wesley? Cordelia? [cut to credits] Guys?
Angel: Cordelia —
Cordelia: OK, here's something I never thought I would say to you: Wesley's right. Forget about it.
Angel: But I really didn't mean —
Cordelia: Yes, you did. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he's honest. Shouldn't I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?
Angel: So, we're OK, then?
Cordelia: I'm way too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.
Angel: I appreciate that. [a pause] You're not gonna untie me, are you?
Cordelia: Pfft! [she exits]
Angel: Wesley? Cordelia? [cut to credits] Guys?
TV Show: Angel
[Borsa, Romania 1898. Darla follows a blindfolded Angelus into a house.]
Angelus: Can I take off this blindfold yet?
Darla: No.
Angelus: [grabs Darla around the waist] Can I take off something else?
Darla: After I give you your present. [They kiss] You can never have enough of those. Come on.
[She leads him into another room, then takes his blindfold off. A gagged girl lies in front of a fireplace.]
Darla: Happy birthday, Angelus.
Angelus: She is a gypsy.
Darla: I looked everywhere.
Angelus: What would I do without you?
Darla: Whither and die. [They kiss] She is not just for you. I get to watch.
[Angelus goes and leans down over the girl. He pushes her skirt up while she squirms, then vamps out and bites her thigh while Darla watches.]
Angelus: Can I take off this blindfold yet?
Darla: No.
Angelus: [grabs Darla around the waist] Can I take off something else?
Darla: After I give you your present. [They kiss] You can never have enough of those. Come on.
[She leads him into another room, then takes his blindfold off. A gagged girl lies in front of a fireplace.]
Darla: Happy birthday, Angelus.
Angelus: She is a gypsy.
Darla: I looked everywhere.
Angelus: What would I do without you?
Darla: Whither and die. [They kiss] She is not just for you. I get to watch.
[Angelus goes and leans down over the girl. He pushes her skirt up while she squirms, then vamps out and bites her thigh while Darla watches.]
TV Show: Angel
Darla: Angelus? Are you here? Angelus?
[She walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.]
Angel: Not everyone screams.
Darla: What?
Angel: When you kill them. Some just stand there frozen while others...
Darla: What are you doing? Are we playing a game?
Angel: The children, they usually scream.
Darla: [smiling] Hmm, yes. They sound just like little pigs. Have you brought me some? What you don't think I'll share? I can't believe that you would think I'm that insensitive.
[Angel turns away from the wall, looking ragged.]
Angel: We've drunk and killed for how long now? 140-odd years. We've drunk them all up and they're all dead.
Darla: Where have you been?
Angel: Don't!
Darla: What is this? Have you met someone else?
[Angel takes a hold of her shoulders and leans against her.]
Darla: No. Let go! [Pushes him away] Let go of me! What happened to you? Angelus, what happened?
Angel: That gypsy girl you brought me...her people found out. They did something to me.
Darla: A spell?
Angel: Funny. You would think with all the people I've maimed and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every single one. [Darla walks up to him.] Help me.
Darla: The spell...they gave you a soul! A filthy soul! No! [Scratches his cheek.] You're disgusting!
Angel: Darla.
[Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off.]
Darla: No! Get away from me!
Angel: You brought her here.
[Darla smashes the chair and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel, but he avoids it.]
Angel: I am like you.
Darla: You're not like anything! Get away from me! Get out! [Angel stumbles out of the
[She walks into the other room. Angel is huddled up against a wall.]
Angel: Not everyone screams.
Darla: What?
Angel: When you kill them. Some just stand there frozen while others...
Darla: What are you doing? Are we playing a game?
Angel: The children, they usually scream.
Darla: [smiling] Hmm, yes. They sound just like little pigs. Have you brought me some? What you don't think I'll share? I can't believe that you would think I'm that insensitive.
[Angel turns away from the wall, looking ragged.]
Angel: We've drunk and killed for how long now? 140-odd years. We've drunk them all up and they're all dead.
Darla: Where have you been?
Angel: Don't!
Darla: What is this? Have you met someone else?
[Angel takes a hold of her shoulders and leans against her.]
Darla: No. Let go! [Pushes him away] Let go of me! What happened to you? Angelus, what happened?
Angel: That gypsy girl you brought me...her people found out. They did something to me.
Darla: A spell?
Angel: Funny. You would think with all the people I've maimed and killed I wouldn't be able to remember every single one. [Darla walks up to him.] Help me.
Darla: The spell...they gave you a soul! A filthy soul! No! [Scratches his cheek.] You're disgusting!
Angel: Darla.
[Darla picks up a wooden chair to ward him off.]
Darla: No! Get away from me!
Angel: You brought her here.
[Darla smashes the chair and picks up one of the legs and tries to stake Angel, but he avoids it.]
Angel: I am like you.
Darla: You're not like anything! Get away from me! Get out! [Angel stumbles out of the
TV Show: Angel
[Faith has Wesley gagged and tied to a chair.]
Faith: We've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, hot, cold, and loud.
Faith: We've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, hot, cold, and loud.
TV Show: Angel
Faith: Face it, Wesley, you really were a jerk. Always walking around like you had a great big stake shoved up your English Channel.
TV Show: Angel
Wesley: I was your watcher Faith, I know the real you. But even if you kill me there is just one thing I want you to remember.
Faith: What's that love?
Wesley: You are a piece of shi...
Faith: You should talk. I guess I'll have to try a little harder huh?
Faith: What's that love?
Wesley: You are a piece of shi...
Faith: You should talk. I guess I'll have to try a little harder huh?
TV Show: Angel
[Faith throws herself against Angel screaming.]
Faith: I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad!
[She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking him.]
Faith: I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it.
[Wesley comes running out of the apartment building.]
Faith: Angel please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
[Angel wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against him. She over balances them and they sink to their knees, Angel still holding her as she cries.]
Angel: Shh. It's all right. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. Shh.
[The camera shows the knife dropping from Wesley's hand as he stands in the pouring rain, staring at them, while Faith cries and thunder rumbles overhead.]
Faith: I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil! Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad!
[She begins to sob, grabbing a hold of Angel's shirt and shaking him.]
Faith: I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it.
[Wesley comes running out of the apartment building.]
Faith: Angel please, just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
[Angel wraps his arms around her shoulders and pulls her against him. She over balances them and they sink to their knees, Angel still holding her as she cries.]
Angel: Shh. It's all right. It's okay. I'm here. I'm right here. Shh.
[The camera shows the knife dropping from Wesley's hand as he stands in the pouring rain, staring at them, while Faith cries and thunder rumbles overhead.]
TV Show: Angel