hmm.. much as i like the topic, i noticed of this whole page, only 2 posts appear to be someone other then you Angelus.....
in the immortal words of buffy:
"Oh, Cordilia, your mouth is open, words are comeing out... this is >never< good...."
PsPi
>>snip, edit<< uh... that wasnt directed at you i swear.
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These are worth a minute of your time, aye? 
Spike: So what's on the agenda?
Angel: Uh, I have assignments for people. (snapping noise)
Spike: What? I'm listening. With beer.
Angel: Forget it. You know what? This isn't a meeting. This is you being annoying.
Gunn: Car's built to get us there. Once we have Lindsey, it's on us to find The Wrath.
Spike: The Wrath?! You know that's gonna be a giggle.
Wesley: Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension?
Illyria: I travelled all of them as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke, and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment and of unnameable beauty. Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
Lorne: Uh, Angel, you should know there's a very tall, well-dressed, uh--where' s Gunn? Angel?
Angel: He, uh--he stayed behind.
Lorne: Stayed behind? But you never leave a--or...I guess we do. That's what we do now. (thumping on the door)
Eve: Oh, God!
Lorne: Like I was saying. (Hamilton bursts in)
Angel: Damn....he is well-dressed.
Illyria: All I am is what I am. I lived 7 lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now...I--I'm trapped...on a roof. Just one roof....in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf. (Wesley chuckles) You don't worship me at all, do you?
Lindsey: Not an apocalypse, the apocalypse. What'd you think, a gong was gonna sound? Time to jump on your horses and fight the big fight? Starting pistol went off a long time ago, boys. You're playing for the bad guys. Every day you sit behind your desk and you learn a little more how to accept the world the way it is. Well, here's the rub...heroes don't do that. Heroes don't accept the world the way it is. They fight it.
Angel: You're saying everything we do...it's a distraction...to keep us busy from looking under the surface.
Lindsey: (snaps his fingers) Ding! We have a winner! The world keeps sliding towards entropy and degradation, and what do you do? You sit in your big chair, and you sign your checks, just like the Senior Partners planned. The war's here, Angel. And you're already 2 soldiers down.
Spike: So what's on the agenda?
Angel: Uh, I have assignments for people. (snapping noise)
Spike: What? I'm listening. With beer.
Angel: Forget it. You know what? This isn't a meeting. This is you being annoying.
Gunn: Car's built to get us there. Once we have Lindsey, it's on us to find The Wrath.
Spike: The Wrath?! You know that's gonna be a giggle.
Wesley: Are you telling me the great Illyria, idol of millions, was limited to one small dimension?
Illyria: I travelled all of them as I pleased. I walked worlds of smoke, and half-truths, intangible. Worlds of torment and of unnameable beauty. Opaline towers as high as small moons. Glaciers that rippled with insensate lust. And one world with nothing but shrimp. I tired of that one quickly.
Lorne: Uh, Angel, you should know there's a very tall, well-dressed, uh--where' s Gunn? Angel?
Angel: He, uh--he stayed behind.
Lorne: Stayed behind? But you never leave a--or...I guess we do. That's what we do now. (thumping on the door)
Eve: Oh, God!
Lorne: Like I was saying. (Hamilton bursts in)
Angel: Damn....he is well-dressed.
Illyria: All I am is what I am. I lived 7 lives at once. I was power and the ecstasy of death. I was god to a god. Now...I--I'm trapped...on a roof. Just one roof....in this time and this place, with an unstable human who drinks too much whiskey and called me a smurf. (Wesley chuckles) You don't worship me at all, do you?
Lindsey: Not an apocalypse, the apocalypse. What'd you think, a gong was gonna sound? Time to jump on your horses and fight the big fight? Starting pistol went off a long time ago, boys. You're playing for the bad guys. Every day you sit behind your desk and you learn a little more how to accept the world the way it is. Well, here's the rub...heroes don't do that. Heroes don't accept the world the way it is. They fight it.
Angel: You're saying everything we do...it's a distraction...to keep us busy from looking under the surface.
Lindsey: (snaps his fingers) Ding! We have a winner! The world keeps sliding towards entropy and degradation, and what do you do? You sit in your big chair, and you sign your checks, just like the Senior Partners planned. The war's here, Angel. And you're already 2 soldiers down.
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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Wesley: Illyria can be...difficult. Testing her might be hard without getting someone seriously hurt.
Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
Wesley: Good.
Illyria: You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike: Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off--no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third--no touching my clipboard. Fourth--
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Spike: Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause-- (Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike punches her. Illyria punches him across the room)
Wesley: How goes it?
Illyria: I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Wesley: I had a ....slight disagreement with Angel.
Spike: Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
Illyria: In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
Wesley: We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike: I am.
Hamilton: Let's be clear about this. Things run differently now. I'm not a little girl. You and I won't be making love on this couch anytime soon. Now, with that in mind, how can I help you?
Connor: Do you spend all your time making out with other vampies, like in Anne Rice novels?
Angel: No. Uh--I used to, but...
Illyria: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Angel: Connor, this is Sike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor.
Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit.
Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Connor: Oh...no, I--I--it's just that it's the outfit. I guess I've had a thing for older women.
Connor: Right. Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell ya...you and I, we're uh...supposed to fight.
Sahjahn: Is that right?
Connor: Yeah.
Sahjahn: Now, why would you want--ah...you're him.
Connor: Yeah. I'm me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. There's some weapons and stuff over here if you think you'll need them.
Sahjahn: Thanks.
Angel: Connor.
Connor: Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard-core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky.
Angel: Are you OK?
Connor: Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know?
Connor: Anyway...I just wanted to say goodbye. I gotta go back to my life now.
Angel: Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?
Connor: I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
Angel: We'll make Spike do it.
Wesley: Good.
Illyria: You break so easily. Why do you bother getting back up?
Spike: Right. We need to set some ground rules. First off--no more punching me in the face. Secondly, when I punch you in the face, you tell me how you feel so I can write that down on my clipboard. Third--no touching my clipboard. Fourth--
Illyria: I enjoy hurting you.
Spike: Well, we're gonna have to fix that, 'cause-- (Illyria kicks Spike in the face. Spike punches her. Illyria punches him across the room)
Wesley: How goes it?
Illyria: I've been hitting the half-breed. He makes noise.
Wesley: I had a ....slight disagreement with Angel.
Spike: Oh, old broody-pants got you wound up, eh? Keep in mind, he can't get laid without maybe going crazy. Makes it funny.
Illyria: In my time, a leader would punish your insolence with death.
Wesley: We're not being insolent, Illyria.
Spike: I am.
Hamilton: Let's be clear about this. Things run differently now. I'm not a little girl. You and I won't be making love on this couch anytime soon. Now, with that in mind, how can I help you?
Connor: Do you spend all your time making out with other vampies, like in Anne Rice novels?
Angel: No. Uh--I used to, but...
Illyria: I'd like to keep Spike as my pet.
Angel: Connor, this is Sike and Illyria. Guys, this is Connor.
Connor: Hi. umm...I like your outfit.
Illyria: Your body warms. This one is lusting after me.
Connor: Oh...no, I--I--it's just that it's the outfit. I guess I've had a thing for older women.
Connor: Right. Well, before you start trying to kiss me, I should probably tell ya...you and I, we're uh...supposed to fight.
Sahjahn: Is that right?
Connor: Yeah.
Sahjahn: Now, why would you want--ah...you're him.
Connor: Yeah. I'm me. Hi. You can take a moment, if you want. There's some weapons and stuff over here if you think you'll need them.
Sahjahn: Thanks.
Angel: Connor.
Connor: Whoa! You see that? I went a little hard-core there for a second. That guy made me really cranky.
Angel: Are you OK?
Connor: Yeah. I guess. I don't really like people touching my neck, you know?
Connor: Anyway...I just wanted to say goodbye. I gotta go back to my life now.
Angel: Oh...do you really have to leave? I mean, right now?
Connor: I kinda think I should. I need to take care of my parents. This isn't their world. They really don't feel safe here. You gotta do what you can to protect your family. I learned that from my father.
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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"Time Bomb"
Wesley: (re: Illyria saving Gunn) I doubt this poses a risk to her. She has the power of a god.
Angel: She has the ego of a god.
Wesley: She was ruler of the world, after all. This sort of thing goes to one's head.
Angel: Apparently.
Wesley: I stabbed you. I should apologize for that. But I'm honestly not sure how. I think it'll just be awkward.
Gunn: Good call.
Wesley: Ok.
Illyria: This shell...you had affection for it. For Fred.
Spike: Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria: Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike: You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.
Angel: If this is our chance to get into a better grace with the head office, I have to say it's not my priority.
Hamilton: Oh, no, don't think about us, Angel. Think about profits. It's profits that let you keep this plucky little boat-load of good above water. It's a business, boys, not a batcave.
Lorne: Well, I'll tell you what--still like him better than Eve
Fred: I wanted to bring back Fred.
Illyira: And destroy me.
Fred: As an unavoidable consequence. Does it sting you...my betrayal?
Illyira: Betrayal was a neutral word in my day. As unjudged a word as water or breeze. No. Or perhaps...I am only bothered because I am bothered.
Wesley: That sounds very close to human.
Illyira: Motes of dust. Mayflies who die so soon after they're born they might as well not live at all.
Hamilton: Curing cancer, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?
Wesley: Wouldn't be cost-effective. I'm sure we make a lot from cancer.
Hamilton: Heh, yes. The patent holder is a client.
Illyira: Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night. You sparkled, and you stank. You still stink of it!
Angel: Will you just shut up for once?!
Illyira: What?
Angel: My God, the speechifying. Has it ever occured to you that now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories?
Illyira: You ask me to allow you to murder me.
Spike: It's not murder if you say yes.
Illyira: (the energy begins to explode from her) I blame this on the weakness of your species.
Wesley: Fair enough. (he fires the gun. Illyira falls to the ground) Illyria...
Illyira: Touch me and die, vermin.
Spike: Not a very dramatic difference, really.
Wesley: Everything is different.
Wesley: (re: Illyria) I'm not in love with this thing, Angel. But...for some reason, I need it right now.
Angel: Yeah. That's just weird.
Wesley: I know
Angel: Gunn. The baby belongs to the Fell.
Gunn: What? She hasn't signed anything. There's nothing on paper.
Angel: Gentlemen.
Gunn: Angel. What are you doing?
Angel: What we're supposed to. Serve our clients.
Wesley: (re: Illyria saving Gunn) I doubt this poses a risk to her. She has the power of a god.
Angel: She has the ego of a god.
Wesley: She was ruler of the world, after all. This sort of thing goes to one's head.
Angel: Apparently.
Wesley: I stabbed you. I should apologize for that. But I'm honestly not sure how. I think it'll just be awkward.
Gunn: Good call.
Wesley: Ok.
Illyria: This shell...you had affection for it. For Fred.
Spike: Tons. Loved the bird.
Illyria: Yet you strike at her form without sentiment.
Spike: You ain't her. I can see it. Lord knows I can smell it. And I got no problem hittin' it.
Angel: If this is our chance to get into a better grace with the head office, I have to say it's not my priority.
Hamilton: Oh, no, don't think about us, Angel. Think about profits. It's profits that let you keep this plucky little boat-load of good above water. It's a business, boys, not a batcave.
Lorne: Well, I'll tell you what--still like him better than Eve
Fred: I wanted to bring back Fred.
Illyira: And destroy me.
Fred: As an unavoidable consequence. Does it sting you...my betrayal?
Illyira: Betrayal was a neutral word in my day. As unjudged a word as water or breeze. No. Or perhaps...I am only bothered because I am bothered.
Wesley: That sounds very close to human.
Illyira: Motes of dust. Mayflies who die so soon after they're born they might as well not live at all.
Hamilton: Curing cancer, Mr. Wyndam-Pryce?
Wesley: Wouldn't be cost-effective. I'm sure we make a lot from cancer.
Hamilton: Heh, yes. The patent holder is a client.
Illyira: Do you know what you were when I was young? You were the muck at our feet. We called you the ooze that eats itself. You were pretty at night. You sparkled, and you stank. You still stink of it!
Angel: Will you just shut up for once?!
Illyira: What?
Angel: My God, the speechifying. Has it ever occured to you that now might not be the best time for when-we-were-muck stories?
Illyira: You ask me to allow you to murder me.
Spike: It's not murder if you say yes.
Illyira: (the energy begins to explode from her) I blame this on the weakness of your species.
Wesley: Fair enough. (he fires the gun. Illyira falls to the ground) Illyria...
Illyira: Touch me and die, vermin.
Spike: Not a very dramatic difference, really.
Wesley: Everything is different.
Wesley: (re: Illyria) I'm not in love with this thing, Angel. But...for some reason, I need it right now.
Angel: Yeah. That's just weird.
Wesley: I know
Angel: Gunn. The baby belongs to the Fell.
Gunn: What? She hasn't signed anything. There's nothing on paper.
Angel: Gentlemen.
Gunn: Angel. What are you doing?
Angel: What we're supposed to. Serve our clients.
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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Season Four Fanale "Home"
Gunn: Vampire?
Lilah: Ew, please. Angelus drank from me, it's true, but like with most men, it was a one-way street. I was dead already.
Lilah: I have been authorized to make you kids an offer.
Fred: You can't possibly think there's anything we'd want from you.
Lilah: I don't think you'll want it, but you'll take it, because this is the offer of a lifetime. (pauses) Just not, you know, mine.
Fred: But there is no L.A. office of Wolfram & Hart. The Beast destroyed it.
Lilah: Oh, it's back, restaffed and zombie free. We're bigger, better, and shinier than ever, and we want to give it to you.
Gunn: You want to give us your evil law firm? We ain't lawyers!
Fred: Or evil. Currently.
Lilah: What we're offering you is a turnkey, state-of-the-art, multi-tasking operation. What you do with it, well, that's up to you.
Gunn: (re: finding Connor) Can't help thinking it might cut down on the work load some if we got a little help, a few extra employees, or a turnkey, state-of-the-art, multi-tasking operation.
Wesley: You can't possibly think that's an option.
Gunn: Well, now, I know it's an option, cause I was standing there when the dead lady offered it to us.
Gunn: Couldn't have been easy for you seeing Lilah again like that.
Wesley: Oh, yes. That was awkward, wasn't it? When you decapitate a loved one, you don't expect them to come visiting.
Lorne: I'm not saying we ended world peace or anything, kids, but, uh, it's a mess out there, and considering the banner year we've had, that's up against some pretty stiff competition.
Preston: I had this prepared. Confidential list. Peepers only. I thought you might like to take a gander at our roster. Just a run down of some of the talent we represent here.
Lorne: Uh, no. No. No. No. I don't think you have to tell me what you represent here, young man. Evil. Pure evil in the... (stunned as he looks at the list) Huh. Which is also apparently everyone I've always wanted to meet. (laughs)
Angel: Well, (chuckles) what do you know?
Lilah: Yep, just you and me, boss. Come on, Charlie. Let me show you around the chocolate factory.
Fred: So are you a lawyer? Uh, you don't look like a lawyer.
Knox: (laughs) No, I'm strictly R & D. Although, occasionaly, some D & D. D & D. Dungeons and... we actually have a dungeon. I can show it to you later if... um, I manage the science division.
Angel: This is what you came back from the dead for? To play "Let's Make An Evil Deal"?
Lilah: Show him what's behind door number one, Bob.
Lilah: Think of what you could do with the resources of Wolfram & Hart at your fingertips, the difference that would make. Nothing in this world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and it's cruel, but that's why there's you, Angel. You live as if the world were as it should be. With all this you can make it that way. People don't need an unyielding Champion. They need a man who knows the value of compromise and how to beat the system from inside the belly of the beast.
Angel: The beast's belly? Doesn't that usually mean you've been eaten?
Angel: Buffy can handle herself.
Lilah: But isn't it more fun when you handle her?
Lilah: You broke in here for my contract?
Wesley: I'm here to release you from it.
Lilah: Wesley.
Wesley: You've suffered enough. (lights the contract on fire) I want you to find some peace.
Lilah: Gallant to the end. But I knew what I signed up for.
Wesley: It's done.
Lilah: Look in the drawer. Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything. But it means something that you tried.
Connor: there's only one thing that ever changes anything, and that's death. Everything else is just a lie. You can't be save by a lie. You can't be saved at all.
Angel: I really do love you, Connor.
Connor: So what are you gonna do about it?
Angel: Prove it.
Connor: (toasting) To family.
Gunn: Vampire?
Lilah: Ew, please. Angelus drank from me, it's true, but like with most men, it was a one-way street. I was dead already.
Lilah: I have been authorized to make you kids an offer.
Fred: You can't possibly think there's anything we'd want from you.
Lilah: I don't think you'll want it, but you'll take it, because this is the offer of a lifetime. (pauses) Just not, you know, mine.
Fred: But there is no L.A. office of Wolfram & Hart. The Beast destroyed it.
Lilah: Oh, it's back, restaffed and zombie free. We're bigger, better, and shinier than ever, and we want to give it to you.
Gunn: You want to give us your evil law firm? We ain't lawyers!
Fred: Or evil. Currently.
Lilah: What we're offering you is a turnkey, state-of-the-art, multi-tasking operation. What you do with it, well, that's up to you.
Gunn: (re: finding Connor) Can't help thinking it might cut down on the work load some if we got a little help, a few extra employees, or a turnkey, state-of-the-art, multi-tasking operation.
Wesley: You can't possibly think that's an option.
Gunn: Well, now, I know it's an option, cause I was standing there when the dead lady offered it to us.
Gunn: Couldn't have been easy for you seeing Lilah again like that.
Wesley: Oh, yes. That was awkward, wasn't it? When you decapitate a loved one, you don't expect them to come visiting.
Lorne: I'm not saying we ended world peace or anything, kids, but, uh, it's a mess out there, and considering the banner year we've had, that's up against some pretty stiff competition.
Preston: I had this prepared. Confidential list. Peepers only. I thought you might like to take a gander at our roster. Just a run down of some of the talent we represent here.
Lorne: Uh, no. No. No. No. I don't think you have to tell me what you represent here, young man. Evil. Pure evil in the... (stunned as he looks at the list) Huh. Which is also apparently everyone I've always wanted to meet. (laughs)
Angel: Well, (chuckles) what do you know?
Lilah: Yep, just you and me, boss. Come on, Charlie. Let me show you around the chocolate factory.
Fred: So are you a lawyer? Uh, you don't look like a lawyer.
Knox: (laughs) No, I'm strictly R & D. Although, occasionaly, some D & D. D & D. Dungeons and... we actually have a dungeon. I can show it to you later if... um, I manage the science division.
Angel: This is what you came back from the dead for? To play "Let's Make An Evil Deal"?
Lilah: Show him what's behind door number one, Bob.
Lilah: Think of what you could do with the resources of Wolfram & Hart at your fingertips, the difference that would make. Nothing in this world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and it's cruel, but that's why there's you, Angel. You live as if the world were as it should be. With all this you can make it that way. People don't need an unyielding Champion. They need a man who knows the value of compromise and how to beat the system from inside the belly of the beast.
Angel: The beast's belly? Doesn't that usually mean you've been eaten?
Angel: Buffy can handle herself.
Lilah: But isn't it more fun when you handle her?
Lilah: You broke in here for my contract?
Wesley: I'm here to release you from it.
Lilah: Wesley.
Wesley: You've suffered enough. (lights the contract on fire) I want you to find some peace.
Lilah: Gallant to the end. But I knew what I signed up for.
Wesley: It's done.
Lilah: Look in the drawer. Flames wouldn't be eternal if they actually consumed anything. But it means something that you tried.
Connor: there's only one thing that ever changes anything, and that's death. Everything else is just a lie. You can't be save by a lie. You can't be saved at all.
Angel: I really do love you, Connor.
Connor: So what are you gonna do about it?
Angel: Prove it.
Connor: (toasting) To family.
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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Angel: Just admit it: you think you're gonna ride in, save the day, and sweep Buffy off her--
Spike: Like you're not thinking the same thing.
Angel: I'm already seeing somebody.
Spike: What, dog girl?
(flashback)
Angelus: (re: The Immortal) He's my archnemesis.
Darla: Ohh. Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication.
Spike: She's glowing, mate.
Angelus: She isn't.
Darla: Little bit.
Spike: Best fit you for a pair to antlers. Been made for a right cuckold, you have.
Drusilla: Time for another pony ride?
Spike: Son of a bitch!
Angel: Huh? Oh, yeah, here it comes. The part where you run off alone and play the big hero so Buffy'll take you back. Well, news flash, Blondie Bear: never gonna happen.
Spike: Look! I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did, but I still care about her, and I'm not gonna let her end up with a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.
Angel: Well, ours is a forever love.
Spike: I had a relationship with her, too.
Angel: OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.
Spike: It is if you do it enough times.
Ilona Costa Bianchi: Ciao! Benvenuti! Weclome! Ah, Spike. Ha ha ha. Oh! You are the very meaning of handsome. You take my breath away. Ah I have no breath. Ha ha ha! And you, what an honor. The great Angelus.
Angel: Actually, it's just Angel.
Ilona Costa Bianchi: Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. (spits) And we shall speak of them no more.
Angel: I helped saved the world, you know.
Spike: Like I haven't.
Angel: Yeah, but I've done it a lot more.
Spike: Oh, please.
Angel: Closed the Hellmouth.
Spike: I've done that.
Angel: Yeah, you wore a necklace. You know, I helped kill The Mayor and, uh, and Jasmine and--
Spike: Do those really count as savin' the world?
Angel: I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.
Spike: Buffy ran you through with sword.
Angel: Yeah, but I made her do it. I signaled her with my eyes.
Andrew: Dude, seriously, I thought of all those things, but turns out Buffy fell for The Immortal on her own, and--and now she's happy. That's it.
Angel: But she's not finished baking yet. I gotta wait till she's done baking, you know, till she finds herself, 'Cause that's the drill. Fine. I'm waitin' patiently, and meanwhile, The Immortal's eatin' cookie dough! (sighs)
Andrew: Uh, Spike, is Angel crying?
Spike: No! Not yet.
Illyria: (as Fred) Wes? Are you, like...mad at me or something?
Wesley: Stop it.
Illyria: Isn't it what you desire? I mean...you love me, I love you. What's the big deal?
Wesley: I loved her.
Illyria: You loved this. And a part of you still does. I can feel it in you. I...wish to explore it further.
Wesley: Never. You...like this. It sickens me.
Illyria: (as Fred) Oh, lord. We both know that ain't true.
Wesley: Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be her.
"The Girl in Question"
Spike: Like you're not thinking the same thing.
Angel: I'm already seeing somebody.
Spike: What, dog girl?
(flashback)
Angelus: (re: The Immortal) He's my archnemesis.
Darla: Ohh. Darling. It was just fornication. Really great fornication.
Spike: She's glowing, mate.
Angelus: She isn't.
Darla: Little bit.
Spike: Best fit you for a pair to antlers. Been made for a right cuckold, you have.
Drusilla: Time for another pony ride?
Spike: Son of a bitch!
Angel: Huh? Oh, yeah, here it comes. The part where you run off alone and play the big hero so Buffy'll take you back. Well, news flash, Blondie Bear: never gonna happen.
Spike: Look! I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did, but I still care about her, and I'm not gonna let her end up with a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.
Angel: Well, ours is a forever love.
Spike: I had a relationship with her, too.
Angel: OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.
Spike: It is if you do it enough times.
Ilona Costa Bianchi: Ciao! Benvenuti! Weclome! Ah, Spike. Ha ha ha. Oh! You are the very meaning of handsome. You take my breath away. Ah I have no breath. Ha ha ha! And you, what an honor. The great Angelus.
Angel: Actually, it's just Angel.
Ilona Costa Bianchi: Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. (spits) And we shall speak of them no more.
Angel: I helped saved the world, you know.
Spike: Like I haven't.
Angel: Yeah, but I've done it a lot more.
Spike: Oh, please.
Angel: Closed the Hellmouth.
Spike: I've done that.
Angel: Yeah, you wore a necklace. You know, I helped kill The Mayor and, uh, and Jasmine and--
Spike: Do those really count as savin' the world?
Angel: I stopped Acathla. That saved the world.
Spike: Buffy ran you through with sword.
Angel: Yeah, but I made her do it. I signaled her with my eyes.
Andrew: Dude, seriously, I thought of all those things, but turns out Buffy fell for The Immortal on her own, and--and now she's happy. That's it.
Angel: But she's not finished baking yet. I gotta wait till she's done baking, you know, till she finds herself, 'Cause that's the drill. Fine. I'm waitin' patiently, and meanwhile, The Immortal's eatin' cookie dough! (sighs)
Andrew: Uh, Spike, is Angel crying?
Spike: No! Not yet.
Illyria: (as Fred) Wes? Are you, like...mad at me or something?
Wesley: Stop it.
Illyria: Isn't it what you desire? I mean...you love me, I love you. What's the big deal?
Wesley: I loved her.
Illyria: You loved this. And a part of you still does. I can feel it in you. I...wish to explore it further.
Wesley: Never. You...like this. It sickens me.
Illyria: (as Fred) Oh, lord. We both know that ain't true.
Wesley: Stop it! Change back. Be blue. Be anything. Don't be her. Don't ever be her.
"The Girl in Question"
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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I watched Angel last night. Here in Finland it was the episode where they find out that "The answer lies among you" actually means Angelus, not Connor.
And there was this funny part when this lady (I can't remember the name) comes to explain about the big demon and ends up with "not so finely dressed" as Lorne walks in. That was funny. I'm too lazy to search for the actual quotes.
And there was this funny part when this lady (I can't remember the name) comes to explain about the big demon and ends up with "not so finely dressed" as Lorne walks in. That was funny. I'm too lazy to search for the actual quotes.
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Angel: I know I've spent years fighting to get somewhere...to accomplish something...and now that I'm close to it...I don't like what I see. What I am.
Nina: You're a hero.
Angel: (softly) Oh, that word.
Nina: You're my hero.
Angel: I may not always be.
Spike: Anyhow, I thought Wesley was giving you the primer on all things human.
Illyria: He and I are no longer having intercourse.
Spike: Y-ah. You wh-what?
Illyira: He has ceased communication with me.
Spike: Oh! Oh. Communi--
Illyira: My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him. And he will not tell me why.
Spike: You don't know? You may not think you're as powerful as you were, Highness, but looking like Fred, for some of us...it's the most devastating power you have.
Spike: Listen, you need some Boretz killing done, I'll have a go. I haven't had a decent tussle since the Blue Meanie and I stopped sparring.
Wesley: Yes. All right. Call me if you find anything. I'll be in my office learning what I can.
Illyria: He showed no regard for my presence.
Spike: Not that you require any creatures attention. (Illyria glares) Hey, wanna go find something to hit?
Wesley: The small stuff that you can't worry about, would that include Fred?
Angel: I loved Fred.
Wesley: That's not an answer.
Angel: Then I guess you don't get one.
Hamilton: (re: Illyria) I gotta tell ya, I'm a little disappointed. (hits her) Didn't think a big, scary Old One bled this easily. Maybe it's this skinny, little body you chose to infect. (hits her again) Or maybe it's that ray gun they shot you with to keep you from exploding. Or maybe...(punch)you're....(punch)just...(punch)not.....(punch)that...(punch)cool! Yes, that's probably it. (stomps on her face)
Angel: This isn't a keep-fightin'-the-good-fight kind of deal. Let's be clear. I'm talking about killing every...single...member of the Black Thorn. We don't walk away from that.
Lorne: Do we crawl away, at least?
Angel: We do this, the Senior Partners will rain their whole wrath. They'll make an example of us. I'm talking full-on hell, not the basic fire-and-brimstone kind we're used to.
Gunn: We know the drill.
Angel: No, you don't. 10-to-1, we're gone when the smoke clears. They will do everything in their power to destroy us. So...I need you to be sure. Power endures. We can't bring down the Senior Partners, but for one bright, shining moment, we can show them that they don't own us. You need to decide for yourselves if that's worth dying for. I can't order you to do this. I can't do it without you.
-"Power Play"
Nina: You're a hero.
Angel: (softly) Oh, that word.
Nina: You're my hero.
Angel: I may not always be.
Spike: Anyhow, I thought Wesley was giving you the primer on all things human.
Illyria: He and I are no longer having intercourse.
Spike: Y-ah. You wh-what?
Illyira: He has ceased communication with me.
Spike: Oh! Oh. Communi--
Illyira: My recent reversion to the Burkle persona disturbed him. And he will not tell me why.
Spike: You don't know? You may not think you're as powerful as you were, Highness, but looking like Fred, for some of us...it's the most devastating power you have.
Spike: Listen, you need some Boretz killing done, I'll have a go. I haven't had a decent tussle since the Blue Meanie and I stopped sparring.
Wesley: Yes. All right. Call me if you find anything. I'll be in my office learning what I can.
Illyria: He showed no regard for my presence.
Spike: Not that you require any creatures attention. (Illyria glares) Hey, wanna go find something to hit?
Wesley: The small stuff that you can't worry about, would that include Fred?
Angel: I loved Fred.
Wesley: That's not an answer.
Angel: Then I guess you don't get one.
Hamilton: (re: Illyria) I gotta tell ya, I'm a little disappointed. (hits her) Didn't think a big, scary Old One bled this easily. Maybe it's this skinny, little body you chose to infect. (hits her again) Or maybe it's that ray gun they shot you with to keep you from exploding. Or maybe...(punch)you're....(punch)just...(punch)not.....(punch)that...(punch)cool! Yes, that's probably it. (stomps on her face)
Angel: This isn't a keep-fightin'-the-good-fight kind of deal. Let's be clear. I'm talking about killing every...single...member of the Black Thorn. We don't walk away from that.
Lorne: Do we crawl away, at least?
Angel: We do this, the Senior Partners will rain their whole wrath. They'll make an example of us. I'm talking full-on hell, not the basic fire-and-brimstone kind we're used to.
Gunn: We know the drill.
Angel: No, you don't. 10-to-1, we're gone when the smoke clears. They will do everything in their power to destroy us. So...I need you to be sure. Power endures. We can't bring down the Senior Partners, but for one bright, shining moment, we can show them that they don't own us. You need to decide for yourselves if that's worth dying for. I can't order you to do this. I can't do it without you.
-"Power Play"
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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ANGEL SERIES FANALE
The Angel series fanale is on tomarrow... anyone who is a fan of great tv should watch it.
"Two by Two, Hands of Blue."
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