Look at yourself, Lilah. All these years, wanting to see me. You couldn't run a comb through your hair, maybe slap on a little lipstick? Evil doesn't have to mean sloppy.
S4Calvary
You wanna kill the Beast and give his boss a run for his evil? The answer is downstairs in a cage. Set Angelus on it.
Do you know what Angelus would do if we let him out?
Kill you all in a bloody shower of violence, but hey! Greater good!
He's gonna kill us.
I know. (stabs Lilah to death) Why'd you think I let him out, you stupid bitch?
S4Salvage
We need you.
Well, uh, hate to wet the paper for you Wes, but I'm kinda unavailable right now. Maybe you wanna check back in a few decades when my parole comes up.
You need to know...
It's Armageddon again. I dig. Last thing you need's me in the mix. Besides, Angel comes shinin' through in the end like he always does.
Angel's gone, Faith. Angelus is back.
[long pause]
Step away from the glass.
(after jumping from a 3-story window and smashing a car rooftop) You okay?
Five by five.
I'm not gonna kill him, Wesley. Angelus. Don't care what you thought you sprung me for, Angel's the only one in my life that never gave up on me. There's no way I'm giving up on...
I know. That's why it had to be you.
Feel natural?
Eh, it's like riding a biker.
He'll do what I tell him.
(sarcastically) Yeah, sure I will.
(after an exchange of blows) I get it, you're a super-being. (another flurry ensues ending with Faith's crossbow at Connor's throat) Are you a murderer? Cause I am. And if it comes down to you or Angelus, you haven't shown me a thing to want to take your side. (Connor reluctantly leaves)
I like her.
How do you expect to find Angelus without Connor?
The old-fashioned way. Kid's not the only tracker. Something'll turn up. Trail of bodies. A telltale clue.
[sees a big sign that says "Welcome Faith"]
Maybe a carpet fiber.
Ugh, crap. You mean killing the beast really does bring back the sun? Thought that was Angel's retarded fantasy. Oh well, what are you gonna do? Take the bad with the good, I always say. Anyhow, I just wanted beasty boy here to soften you up. I like mine nice and tender.
S4Release
Rah rah! Good over evil! Do what must be done! Hang in there, kitten, it's almost Friday!
WWaitress
Compliments of the lady.
[Gestures to a lady at the bar who raises her glass toward Angelus, wholooks at the lady at the bar, then back to his friends .]
Yeah, as if. Anyway, I couldn't believe how easy it was luring the slayer into my little welcome home from prison party.
VVampire1
Wish I could have been there when she saw the Beast.
The guy wasn't gonna win any personality contests, but he put on a good show. Slapped her around real nice.
VVampire2
Like a little bunny?
Bloody, whimpering bunny. Once she was tenderized, I gave Rocko the shaft. Never saw it coming, dumbass.
DDemon
Yeah, soul-boy. Nice job, bringing the sun back.
[Angelus overhears the demon at the bar. He smirks and the other vampires at the table are frozen in fear. Angelus stands and goes up to the demon. The demon turns to look at Angelus.]
DDemon
Oh, hey, Angelus. Buy you a warm one?
Maybe after.
DDemon
After what?
After I rip out your windpipe so it stops making that annoying talky sound.
DDemon
Wait! I have a condition. Whoop! Goh, boy! Dirty bitch! Tourettes. You've heard of it, right?
Yeah, causes uncontrollable impulses...like yanking out throats.
[Squeezes on the demon's throat.]
DDemon
Oh! oh oh...
[Suddenly Angelus hears a mysterious imposing, echoy voice.]
Hello, Angelus. It's time we had that talk.
[after Faith destroys part of Wesley's bathroom wall]
Sorry about your bathroom.
It's not the bathroom I'm worried about. Although, I'm sure my security deposit is a complete loss.
Destruction sometimes is its own reward.
Hey, man, you're preaching to the guy who ate the choir. Wait, it was you, wasn't it? You pulled just the wrong strings to make them think it was their idea. Got 'em to yank that white, fluffy soul, and stuff it in a jar, and then gone, baby, gone.
Couldn't risk them putting it back in you. I have wonderful plans for you, my sweet boy.
Um, yeah, but the thing is, as far as plans go, I make my own. So, you know, thanks for stopping by my head.
You would dare to defy me?
Defy who? A big scary voice? Whoa! Hey, I got one of those, too. You wanna hear it? [cups his hands over his mouth] You can kiss my vampire ass! [talking normal again] That do anything for ya?
Angelus!
[Angelus stands, holds his hands to his ears.]
Hello, volume!
I am not well pleased!
I am not well deaf.
Do you think me blind, little man? That I don't see every move before you decide to make it? Dare to seek me out again, and your insolence will be punished ten-fold.
Yeah, what're you gonna do, huh? Give me a migraine? You ethereal types with your big, swinging omniscience. When push comes to shove, though, you gotta send some overgrown slag-heap to do your dirty work. Ooh, that's real spooky. Oh, that's great! You made me lose my shopkeeper.
This isn't the way, my sweet. We should be friends, you and I.
No, and I'll tell you why. One, because, you know, I'm evil, so the friends thing, that's out. And two, if I did have any friends, they sure as hell wouldn't be living inside my head.
Like you're forced to live inside Angel's? Because you're the voice in there, aren't you? Just beneath the surface, buried under all that goodness, fully conscious, fully aware, but trapped. Unable to move or speak, powerless to act on your desires. So thirsty, so helpless...it must be agony.
I'm getting real bored with this game.
Then how 'bout a round of show-and-tell? Soul, soul, who has your soul? Oh, right.
[The jar containing Angel's soul appears on a table in front of Angelus]
Me.
[Angelus lunges for the jar and tries to grab it, but his hands go right through it like it was a mirage.]
More smoke and mirrors?
Only a glamour, yes, but I assure you, my sweet, this very moment I hold the real thing in the palms of my very corporeal hands, and I will restore it if you don't behave. I'll put you back in your box, Angelus, and bury you so far inside Angel, you'll never claw your way out again.
[looks pained, stares at the ceiling]
All right. What do you want me to do... [grits his teeth] ...master?
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