A character in Angel
Fred
Angel · 793 quotes
5th most-quoted character in Angel: in 88 of its 793 quotes
Most scenes with: Puppet Angel (37), Charles Gunn (35), Wesley Wyndam-Pryce (26)
Is that why you ran out while Cordelia was singing?
Well, "A", I wasn't running, I was fleeing. And, "B", yes.
Well, how horrible is this thing?
Well, I haven't read the Book of Revelations lately, but, if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there.
Was that all you saw?
That was the tip of the 'berg, pumpkin nut. What I got from Cordy was dense. A big, fat, tummy-clinching onion from hell. The more layers you peel, the more you cry. Or vomit, in this case.
I'm between Ed Whitten and Brian Greene!
[Angel and Gunn look bemused]
Think Nomar Garciaparra and Sammy Sosa.
[Gunn whistles]
Looks like Fred skipped the Minors and went straight to the show...
[Lilah is sitting on Wesley's table, dressed up as Fred.]
Forget about that evil witch. Let's talk about me. I'm good, and pure, and science turns me on, and one day, if I pray hard enough and eat all my vegetables, I just might have hips!
Are you finished?
Did it turn you on? Watching her up there in front of all those braniacs knowing she was the smartest one in the room?
Her theories deserve attention.
Just her theories? I saw the way you looked at her. Oh, come on. Do you think I care about your little crush? Moon all you want of the Texas twig 'cause I know whose bed you'll be crawling into at the end of the day. Or the middle of it.
You think you know me?
Better than she ever will.
We just gotta find a way to bring back the sun.
Working on it. Failing miserably, but working on it.
[Lorne, Gunn, Fred, and Cordelia are watching Wesley and Angelus on the monitor set up on the front desk.]
[on monitor] Come on, Wes. Not like your schoolgirl crush is a secret.
Charles, remember, we can't believe anything Angelus says.
How 'bout the stuff that's true? Can we believe that?
He distorts everything. He lies with the truth. It's part of what makes him so dangerous.
Yeah, don't let him get to you, kiwi.
He's not the only one that's gettin'.
Charles...
I know. I know.
It's just words.
[on monitor] You've found a vulnerability, exploited it. Well done. Can we move on now?
I'm just getting started.
[on monitor] Which do you think is worse, Wes? Stealing my kid like you did, or banging him, like Cordelia.
[Fred looks at Cordelia then at Gunn, Lorne shakes his head, Cordelia just stares at the monitor deadpan.]
All that bumping and grinding. Fire raining in the sky. Quite a picture. Well, more of a snapshot, 'cause Connor...
Now, that's just ridiculous. Connor's Angel's son. It'd be like sleeping with your own...
[Lorne gestures that she stop.]
Oh.
[on monitor] At least you thought you were doing the right thing. Hey, who's a guy gotta kill to get a drink around here?
[Fred and Gunn walk down the stairs with blood for Angelus. Gunn's carrying a crossbow.]
Othello and Desdemona. My favorite couple. Oh, wait, Desdemona wasn't in love with the other guy. So much for stand by your man. Then again, you probably like her on her knees.
Keep talking. I'll sweep out the cage when I'm done.
Oh. Provocative. Get me all riled up. You think that's what your boss would want?
Don't have a boss.
You might want to tell Wesley that. Ah, Fred. You look all fresh and sweet, but I hear you at night in your room with Gunn. The things you say. I'm lying there, listening, hands under the covers... I can't help myself. It's so... gripping.
This coming from a guy who can't get any. Ever.
You're a pig.
Step back.
[Angelus steps back, and Fred pushes the cart up to the bars. She stands there, holding the cart, waiting for Angelus to take the glass of blood. He picks up the glass, eyeing Fred who won't even look at him. When she finally meets his gaze, he kicks the cart forward, causing Fred to fall forward on it where he can reach her. He pulls her up, her back toward him, and puts his arm around her neck.]
Might get some now. I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.
Charles...
Get off her!
Come on, Charles, save her! Come on! Save, her Charles!
[Angelus is interrupted when he's hit in the arm with a tranquilizer dart shot by Wesley, who's standing on the stairs. Angelus's grip loosens and Fred steps away from the bars into Gunn's waiting arms. Wesley shoots Angelus again, in the chest this time. Angelus looks at the dart, then collapses backwards.]
OK, let's...
[She notices the look of shock on everyone's face.]
What?
Angel's soul. It's gone.
I let Angelus walk with Lilah's book and everything Wolfram and Hart suckered out of your brain.
I was gonna have those framed.
No. They were bound to skulk off to neutral corners.
Two vampires hook up and for the only time in vamp history, have a kid-our boy, Connor. Then Connor grows up, knocks it out with Cordelia, a part-demon former higher being, and quick as you can say "Easy-Bake Oven" there's a gigantic bun in hers. I don't think we were too harsh.
Yeah, well, that was before my spell went all flop-a-palooza.
Having two part-demon parents might could explain the whoosh factor.
Not gonna be long before whoosh turns into pop.
Speaking of pop, don't you think our re-ensouled leader should be a part of this little confab?
(stepping out of his office) Easy-bake. Flop-a-palooza. Whoosh, pop. [to Wesley] I don't skulk.
Will it make a difference? We really are just pieces being moved around a board.
Then we'll kick it over and start a new game. Look, monochrome can yap all he wants about no-name's cosmic plan, but here's a little something I picked up rubbing mojos these past couple of years. The final score can't be rigged. I don't care how many players you grease, that last shot always comes up a question mark. But here's the thing--you never know when you're taking it. It could be when you're duking it out with the Legion of Doom, or just crossing the street deciding where to have brunch. So you just treat it all like it was up to you--the world in the balance--'cause you never know when it is.
OK, so what are we dealing with?
Eight legs, three heads, horns...?
Hey!
No offense.
Two legs, one head, no horns.
Lemme guess: green?
No. Kind of.... mocha.
Kill? No. No killing.
Since when?
Since we've all been saved.
Oh, well, that's, uh, crazy talk.
(to Connor) They don't understand.
No.
We don't want to kill her. (takes the axe away from Wesley) We just want to find her so we can worship her. That's all.
(walks into the room) Well, I tried. (holds up a shirt) What do you think?
It looks brand new.
(cries) It is. I--I bought a new one.
Even better.
(crying) I know.
What's the matter? She'll love it.
I know, but she's not here.
She's just upstairs.
Yes, but, when she's not around, (sobs) I hurt.
So, you don't worry that it's possible for someone to send out a biological or electronic trigger that effectively overrides your own sense of ideals and values, and replaces them with an alternative coercive agenda that reduces you to little more than a mindless meat puppet?
Wow. People used to think that I was paranoid. I mean, don't get me wrong. I still got the implants in my head. C.I.A. is still listening in. It just doesn't bother me anymore. Instead, I--I beam Jasmine's love up to their satellite, you know? Share the love with those MK-Ultra bastards.
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