[Thinking he is still incorporeal, Spike runs into a door]
Bugger, that hurt!
Angel · Season 5
[Thinking he is still incorporeal, Spike runs into a door]
Bugger, that hurt!
[William walks into the hotel and sees Angelus humping a woman dressed in white on the bed.]
Well... looks like you haven't had your fill of her after all--
[Angelus leans back, revealing that's he's been with Drusilla.]
[rolls her head over to look at William] The little children didn't come out to play. [sits up, leaning closer to Angelus's chest] Did you miss me, pretty William?
I'm sure he did, Dru. After all... you are his destiny.
Oh. That's so sweet.
[Angelus laughs at William. Drusilla joins in the laughter. William gets a look of enraged hatred as he glares at Angelus.]
[Angelus throws William into the wall, squeezing his neck.]
Don't touch her!
Little late for that, Willy. And I really don't like it when you raise your voice to me.
William, don't play such a sad tune. [reclines seductively] Give us a kiss, then.
Why did you...? You knew. You knew she was mine.
Did I?
You knew bloody well!
[He wrenches himself free of Angelus's grasp and punches him. He charges Angelus who then easily deflects him and pushes him to the floor.]
Just don't get it now, do you?
[Angelus picks William up by the lapels, throwing him onto the couch, and pushes the corpses off the couch to sit beside him.]
Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours. [Drusilla walks out into the doorway.] Not even her.
You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and me.
[clasps her hands over her heart] Are we?
Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willy?
William.
Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror. [pats William's knee, stand, goes to stand behind Drusilla] Tell you what... William. If you want her... [slips his hands around Drusilla's body, below the waist] ...come and take her.
[Drusilla holds her hands out, beckoning William. William charges Angelus angrily.]
If you don't kill, we won't kill you. [in a Wolfram & Hart employee orientation video]
[to Fred] We're totally bonding. We're like gal pals. This is awesome. You can teach me about life, and I can teach you how to dress better.
I just--I don't get it. Why'd you kill Eli?
Didn't much like what he was doing in his off hours.
Well, that's not right. What Eli did on his own time--
Is dismember virgins.
Oh. Well, a person's religious beliefs is no cause for--
He did it for his own amusement.
Oh. Well, okay. Still, couldn't you've given him a stern warning or something first?
Called a zero-tolerance policy, not a maybe-this-once policy.
[reading through a document] This is a complete list of manners and customs. We should probably all memorize this. Apparently, gazing at a Vinji's ankles can lead to eye gouging.
[to Fred] I just wish I were more like you. You know, except for the part about being all into science... and not having a lot up front.
Yeah, not mattering. I know that feeling well.
Oh, come on, Harm. You matter to someone.
I do?
Yeah. Girl tried to frame you, didn't she? Must've mattered to her. Everybody's talking about it.
You're right. That girl hated me. She wanted me dead. I matter.
You don't know the half of it. I've been doing a whole bunch of research on these guys. Their customs and stuff. Did you know that they think poodles are wicked bad luck?
Harmony, I'm glad you're here. We'll be needing lunch.
He's the Demon Rights Activist? He told me he was an Astronaut!
[As the demon leaders demand a sacrifice, Harmony burts in and stakes Tamika]
Oops. I didn't mean to do that yet.
I'm good.
Works for me.
[both leaders sit down satisfied while Angel is so furious he's speechless]
[to Lindsey] Ahh. Uh, yeah, thanks... but not really my type, Mary. So be a good lad and push off. What are you gawking at?
A guy like you, whiling away his time in some cheesy downtown strip dive. Look like somebody who's feeling kinda lost.
Is that right? Funny, thought I knew exactly where I was. Place called the Peppermint Stick. Prima ballerina up there's Sunshine. Though I'm fairly certain that's not her real name.
How's our blond crusader? He buying into it?
So far. I mean, he hasn't sewn a big red S on his chest yet, but he's getting there.
You can call me Doyle.
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