We are not going to kill anyone, understood?
[Making a rude hand gesture at Angel] Heil Hitler.
S5Why We Fight
Aren't ya gonna ask me how I got in here?
No. You'd be amazed at how many people break into this building on a regular basis.
Did they at least torture you? Please tell me they did.
Never gave them a chance. Jumped ship... off the coast of Maine. Went underground till the war was over.
Like any other coward.
Wars are won and lost by men.
You mean...like me? No, wait, that doesn't apply anymore, does it?
I never wanted to do this to you.
Oh, put your hanky away. I know how important the technology they pulled from the sub was to helping us stop the Germans. Sounded like a fair shake. One person damned to make the world safe for future generations. [looks over at Angel's gang] Except these guys.
Killing them's not going to change the past.
But it'll hurt you. Maybe that's enough.
Never is.
Then maybe I found my mission again after all these years.
Being an evil son of a bitch not keeping you busy?
We all need a reason to live, even if we're already dead. Mom, apple pie, the stars and stripes... That was good enough for me till I met you. Then I had this whole creature-of-the-night thing going for me--the joy of destruction and death--and I embraced it. I did all the terrible things a monster does--murdered women and children, tortured fathers and husbands just to hear 'em scream--and through it all... I felt nothing. 60 years of blood drying in my throat like ashes. So what do you think? Is it me, chief? Or does everyone you sired feel this way?
You're the only one I ever did this to...after I got a soul.
Do I have one, too?
I don't think it works that way, son.
Didn't think so.
[Lawson attacks Angel.]
[To Angel] You gave me just enough, didn't you? Enough of your soul to keep me trapped between who I was and who I should be. I'm nothin'... because of you.
[Angel manages to get the upper hand in his fight with Lawson, but hesitates to stake him]
Come on Chief, give me a mission. [Angel stakes Lawson, killing him]
Really ought to do something about security. They'll let anybody in here, won't thèy7 Fred gave me the Cliff Notes. So, sailor boy finally came back for a yo-ho-ho, did he?
Finally came back.
Took him long enough. Know revenge is best served cold and all, but his must've been frozen solid.
I don't think that's what he was after.
No? Then what was he looking for?
A reason.
S5Smile Time
[A spell has transformed Angel into a puppet.]
FFred
Oh, my God! Angel, you're... cute!
Fred, don't...
FFred
But the little hands! And the hair! [strokes his hair]
Hey! You're fired.
Maybe it's some kind of puppet... cancer?
[teeth gritted] I do not have puppet cancer!
[barges into Angel's office] Hello, big guy! Need another car. Afraid this last one ended up in the drink... [stops in mid-thought when he sees puppet Angel sitting at the desk]
[anxiously] Spike...
[staring] Look at you.
[gesturing with his hands] Just turn around and walk away.
[still staring] You're a--
Spike!
You're a bloody puppet! [starts laughing uncontrollably]
What are you people looking at? Well?!
They're looking at the wee little puppet man.
[after beating Spike, to the bemused staff] Yes, I'm a puppet. Doesn't mean you don't have work to do. [walking back to his office] Harmony, get my call list.
Um...
Spike needs a car.
[to Harmony] You heard the puppet.
[about Angel] He's realized Nina has feelings for him.
FFred
Well, took long enough.
He can be rather dense.
FFred
Um... By the way, my car is in the shop again and I was thinking--
Of course. [picks up the phone]
FFred
Maybe, you and I, we could--
[holds up his hand to silence her] Yes, Ms. Burkle needs a driver to take her home tonight. That's right: 511 Windward Circle.
[Angel tries to sew up an open slit on his head and fails.]
Stupid fingers! [string snaps] Stupid string!
Well... of course, I—ahem— ignored it completely, changed the subject, and locked her in a cage.
[looks up from his papers] Sorry. What?
No, it's not. It's time to kick your ass all the way back to hell.
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