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Spike
in high voice: "How can I thank
you, you mysterious, black-clad hunk of a night thing?
Spike in low voice: No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude
are enough for me. You see, I was once a badass vampire,
but love and a pesky curse defanged me. Now I'm just a big, fluffy
puppy with bad teeth.
(Rachel steps closer to Angel, and Angel steps back warding her
off with his hands)
No, not the hair! Never the hair!
Spike in high voice: But there must be someway I can show
my appreciation.
Spike in low voice: No, helping those in need's my job, -
and working up a load of sexual tension, and prancing away like
a
magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!
Spike in high voice: I understand. I have a nephew who is gay,
so…
Spike in low voice: Say no more. Evil's still afoot! And
I'm almost out of that Nancy-boy hair-gel that I like so much.
Quickly,
to the Angel-mobile, away!"
Spike lights a cigarette while he watches Angel lead Rachel away.
Spike: "Go on with you. Play the big, strapping hero
while you can. You have a few surprises coming your way. - The
ring
of Amarra - a visit from your old pal Spike, - and, oh yeah, -
your gruesome, horrible death." (smiles)
-from "In The Dark" Season 1 Ep. 3 (#3) "Angel" Written
by Doug Petrie
Kate:
This guy could go to jail tomorrow and still kill her in her
dreams every night. I've put a few of these creeps away and the
hardest thing is to know that he's still winning. She's still afraid.
He took her power away and no one can get it back but her. It's
through the pain that we find the truth of who we are. It strips
us of our defenses; we are made innocent again like children. I
like children Angel. I'm here to help you find that innocence, here,
with the light.
(...)
Most things that live and breathe hate the dark and love the
light. We're different though aren't we? We hate the light of day
and it hates us back in kind.
-Vampire Torturer, In the Dark (AtS S1, Ep3)
Cordelia: See? You can save the damsel *and* make great
money. Is this a great country, or what?
Doyle: Hey, let's march down to the bank right now and deposit
this beauty (refering to their first paycheck).
Angel: You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and *not* burst
into flames.
Doyle: Oh, right, you're pretty much the night-deposit guy.
Angelus: (to
Connor) When you think about it, the first woman you boned is
the closest thing you’ve ever had to a mother. (gasps) Screwing
your mom and trying to kill your dad. Hmm… there should be
a play.
He's refering to the Oedipus myth (Background
to Oedipus the King) and play, also Sigmund Freud's famous "Oedipus
Complex" (see bottom of page), 'his theory that young
boys lust after their mothers and see their fathers as competition
for
their mothers' favors.')
-from "Soulless" Season 4 Ep. 11 "Angel" Written
by Elizabeth Craft and Sarah Fain (their 1st Angel script)
Angel: What?
Cordelia: What?
Angel: What do you want to say?
Cordelia: Ah, me? Nothing. What makes you think I wanna...
Angel: 'cause I know you?
Cordelia: Well, it's really - none of my business.
Angel: And that always stops you.
Cordelia: Actually, it is my business, *our* business, because
we're trying to do a job here, and what affects you affects me,
and - anyway, I don't like to see you suffer more than you have
to. I don't think you should blame yourself, or feel guilty for
her death.
Angel: I don't.
Cordelia: Good. Glad to hear it.
Angel: I didn't even know who she was when I killed her.
Cordelia: Not her! - Angel...
Angel: Oh... you - you want to talk about...
Cordelia: She was the love of your life and she died. And - you
weren't there when it happened. You couldn't help her fight. You
couldn't save her. - You couldn't die with her. This is gonna be
one of those talks where I do all the talking, isn't it? Well,
I'm not gonna pry. It's not my style. Okay, it's totally my style,
but I can tell that I'm not getting anywhere right now. But you
have to tell me one thing. You owe me this much. What the hell
happened with Holtz?
Cordelia: Ever
since you've come back from your grief trip I can tell that something's
not right. And, and *obviously*
it's not. - Buffy's - dead, and I don't mean to diminish that.
I miss her too. - I just wanna say - I know that James with all
his Romeo and Juliet madness, opened up a lot of wounds for you,
but you'll be okay.
Angel: I am okay.
Cordelia: Then - what's the problem?
Angel: That I'm okay. That losing Buffy didn't
kill me. That I could deal with it. - In all those years - no
one ever mattered.
Not like she did. - And now she's gone - forever.
Cordelia: And you're still here.
Angel: Yeah. I just feel like I'm betraying
her somehow.
Cordelia: No! If you were a loser, if you were
some sick obsessed vampire, you'd go to a Snod demon, or whatever,
and get your heart
cut out. But you're not! You're a living, breathing... Well,
living, anyway - good guy, who's still fighting and trying to
help people,
and that's not betraying her, that's honoring her.
Angel: You think?
Cordelia: I'm Cordelia. I don't think. I know.
Okay?
Angel: Kate,
I don't think you should go in there
Kate Lockley: And where are you going?
Angel: In there
Kate Lockley: Well I can go where I like and
you can go to Hell
Angel: Been there, done that. Spivey: I heard it was
suicide.
Kate: Supervisor Caffrey shot himself?
Spivey: It happens.
Kate: In the back of the head? Wrapped himself in plastic
and he locked himself in the trunk of his car?
Spivey: He'd been depressed.
Connor: Look,
I'm telling the truth, okay?
Angel: I know. I can tell. I've done
enough lying for me to tell the difference. Truth has
a better sound to it. Plus the nasal,
you know? Get up. What you did to me was unbelievable Connor.
Then, I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one
time for a hundred years, so a few months under the ocean
actually
gave me some perspective. Kind of a M.C. Esher perspective.
But I did get time to think. About us. About the world.
Nothing in
the world is the way it aught to be. It's harsh. And cruel.
That's why there's us. Champions. Doesn't matter where
we come from,
what we've done, suffered, or even if we make a difference,
we live as though the world were as it should be. To
show it what
it can be. You're not apart of that yet. I hope you will be,
I love you Connor. Now get out of my house.
Buffy: Angel?
You okay?
Angel: I feel weird.
Buffy: I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came
to see you so I could tell you face to face not to see me face
to face anymore. And I
know there's a fly in that logic ointment somewhere, but the
next thing I knew, we were being attacked by this Mutant Ninja
Demon
Thing, and we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's
just really confusing being around you.
Angel: No, I meant I felt weird from the demon's
blood. It's powerful.
Buffy: O-kay. Let's just rewind Buffy's little
outburst and pretend it never happened.
Kate Lockley: (to her astranged
father) He forgot how to be anything but a cop a long time
ago. Maybe that's why
I became
a cop too. After
Mom died, you stopped. It was like you couldn't stand the sight
of me. Her face, her eyes looking up at you. But big girls don't
cry, right? You said, gone's gone and there's no use wallowing.
Worms and dirt and nothing forever. Not one word about a better
place. You couldn't even tell a scared little girl a beautiful
lie. God, I wanted to drink with you. I wanted you to laugh with
me just once, the way you laughed with Jimmy, or Frank...My best
friend, Joanne, her mom was soft and she smelled like macaroni
and cheese and she'd pick me up on her lap and she would rock
me. She said that she wanted to keep me to herself. She said
that I
was good and sweet. Everybody said I was. Do you realise that
you've never told me that I'm pretty? Not once in my life?
Wesley: Sorry.
I think my sense of humor’s trapped in a jar
somewhere.
Willow: It does seem like you’ve
given in to the grumpy side of the Force.
Wesley: A lot’s happened. Not just Angelus. I’ve been… I’ve
changed. I’ve seen a darkness in myself. I’m not sure
you’d
even begin to understand.
Willow: I flayed a guy alive and tried to destroy the world.
Wesley:Oh. So…
Willow: Darkness. Been there.
Wesley: Yes. Well, I never… flayed. I had a woman chained in a
closet.
Willow: Oh, well, hey!
Wesley: Nah, it doesn’t compare.
Willow: No, dark! That’s dark. You’ve been to a place.
Wesley: You seem exactly the same as when I left. No other major
changes I’m not up on?
Willow shakes her head, suppressing a smile.
Willow: Just little things. (beat) So… Fred. What’s her story?
"Orpheus" (Season 4, Episode
15)
It reminds me of a short conversation
between Amy and Buffy.
BUFFY: How've you been?
AMY: Rat. You?
BUFFY: Dead.
AMY: Oh.
-BtVS
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