Angel quotes
717 total quotesDoyle: Let me tell you a little bedtime story.
Angel: But I'm not sleepy.
Doyle: Once upon a time, there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. I mean, other vampires were afraid of him he was such a bastard. Then, one day, he's cursed, by gypsies. They restore his human soul and suddenly he's mad with guilt. You know "What have I done..." You know, he's freaked.
Angel: Okay. Now I'm sleepy.
Doyle: Yeah well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a bit of sex, is my feeling. So sure enough, enters a girl. Pretty little blonde thing. Vampire slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. But eventually the two of them, well, they get fleshy with one another. And the moment he- well, I guess the technical term is "Perfect Happiness". But when our boy gets there, he goes bad he kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey he can't be anywhere near young Miss Puppy-Eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off, goes to L.A, to fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, a faceless champion of the hapless human race. Say, you wouldn't have a beer of any kind here, would you?
Angel: But I'm not sleepy.
Doyle: Once upon a time, there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. I mean, other vampires were afraid of him he was such a bastard. Then, one day, he's cursed, by gypsies. They restore his human soul and suddenly he's mad with guilt. You know "What have I done..." You know, he's freaked.
Angel: Okay. Now I'm sleepy.
Doyle: Yeah well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a bit of sex, is my feeling. So sure enough, enters a girl. Pretty little blonde thing. Vampire slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. But eventually the two of them, well, they get fleshy with one another. And the moment he- well, I guess the technical term is "Perfect Happiness". But when our boy gets there, he goes bad he kills again. It's ugly. So when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures hey he can't be anywhere near young Miss Puppy-Eyes without endangering them both. So what does he do? He takes off, goes to L.A, to fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow, a faceless champion of the hapless human race. Say, you wouldn't have a beer of any kind here, would you?
Doyle: So, you were right. Papazian's planning something.
Angel: What'd ya hear?
Doyle: Papazian's planning something.
Angel: That's it?
Doyle: Johnny Red says, quote, 'Papazian's planning something.'
Angel: Huh. I thought he might be planning something.
Doyle: See? You were right.
Angel: What'd ya hear?
Doyle: Papazian's planning something.
Angel: That's it?
Doyle: Johnny Red says, quote, 'Papazian's planning something.'
Angel: Huh. I thought he might be planning something.
Doyle: See? You were right.
Doyle: They're messages I get... you know, from the higher powers, whoever they may be. You know ... it's my gift!
Cordelia: If that was my gift, I'd return it. I mean, you get those headaches, and you do this 'bleh' thing with your face.
Doyle: [grimacing] What thing with my face?
Cordelia: Plus, your visions are kind of lame. A bar? That's nice and vague. I mean, they should send you one of those self-destructing tapes, you know? That comes with a dossier?
Cordelia: If that was my gift, I'd return it. I mean, you get those headaches, and you do this 'bleh' thing with your face.
Doyle: [grimacing] What thing with my face?
Cordelia: Plus, your visions are kind of lame. A bar? That's nice and vague. I mean, they should send you one of those self-destructing tapes, you know? That comes with a dossier?
Doyle: Well, if it's a fight they want... can't someone else give it to them? [encouraged by his friend's first smile] It just seems so unfair. You've gotta save all the helpless types around here, now you've gotta fight the apocalypse as well?
Angel: [stands up] It's all the same thing. Fight the good fight, whichever way you can.
Doyle: Tell you what. You fight, and I'll keep score.
Angel: [stands up] It's all the same thing. Fight the good fight, whichever way you can.
Doyle: Tell you what. You fight, and I'll keep score.
Doyle: You were a real, live, flesh and blood human being ...and you and Buffy... ? You had the one thing you wanted in your naturally long life and you gave it back?
Angel: Maybe I was wrong.
Doyle: Maybe Cordelia was right, about you being the real deal in the hero department. See, I would have chosen the pleasures of the flesh over duty and honor any day of the week. I just don't have that strength.
Angel: You never know your strength until you're tested.
Doyle: Come on. You've lived and loved and lost and fought and vanquished inside a day, and I'm still trying to work up the nerve to ask Cordy out for dinner.
Angel: Maybe I was wrong.
Doyle: Maybe Cordelia was right, about you being the real deal in the hero department. See, I would have chosen the pleasures of the flesh over duty and honor any day of the week. I just don't have that strength.
Angel: You never know your strength until you're tested.
Doyle: Come on. You've lived and loved and lost and fought and vanquished inside a day, and I'm still trying to work up the nerve to ask Cordy out for dinner.
Drusilla: Black sky. It wants a little wormy me.
[Angelus and Darla break apart and look over at a sobbing Dru.]
Drusilla: No. No. Make it stop!
Darla: What is she doing here? I thought you killed her.
Angelus: No. Just her family.
[He pushes Darla down on the floor and rolls on top of her.]
Drusilla: Eyes like arrows - like-like needles.
Angelus: This one's special. I have big plans for her.
[He leans down to kiss Darla.]
Drusilla: Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed! Snake in the woodshed!
[Darla rolls them over so she's now on top.]
Darla: So are we going to kill her during, or after?
Angelus: Neither. We turn her into one of us. - Killing is so merciful at the end, isn't it? The pain has ended.
Darla: But to make her one of us? She's a lunatic.
Angelus: Eternal torment. [Grabs a hold of Darla's arms and rolls them so he is back on top with her under him on the floor.] Am I learning?
[Angelus starts to kiss Darla while Dru first laughs then cries.]
[Angelus and Darla break apart and look over at a sobbing Dru.]
Drusilla: No. No. Make it stop!
Darla: What is she doing here? I thought you killed her.
Angelus: No. Just her family.
[He pushes Darla down on the floor and rolls on top of her.]
Drusilla: Eyes like arrows - like-like needles.
Angelus: This one's special. I have big plans for her.
[He leans down to kiss Darla.]
Drusilla: Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed. Snake in the woodshed! Snake in the woodshed!
[Darla rolls them over so she's now on top.]
Darla: So are we going to kill her during, or after?
Angelus: Neither. We turn her into one of us. - Killing is so merciful at the end, isn't it? The pain has ended.
Darla: But to make her one of us? She's a lunatic.
Angelus: Eternal torment. [Grabs a hold of Darla's arms and rolls them so he is back on top with her under him on the floor.] Am I learning?
[Angelus starts to kiss Darla while Dru first laughs then cries.]
Drusilla: I hear the sirens. They don't know if the world will be there in the morning.
Lilah: Do you hear the sirens? Are-are the police coming?
Lindsey: [Shakes his head.] No. She senses what this place was built for.
Holland: Ah, yes. Drusilla, you're quite right. This was originally a bomb shelter in the fifties. We had it converted. Wine has always been my passion.
[Darla giggles.]
Drusilla: People huddled together, crouching in fear.
Holland: Yes, yes. I imagine that's what it would have been like in a war.
Darla: No. Now. She means now.
Holland: Aha. [chuckles] I guess I stepped into that one. Listen Darla, I am sorry that you had to suffer, but look at what's come out of it. You've been restored. You're a superior being. You can have anything you want. And there's not a person in this room who won't work round the clock to see that you get it.
Darla: Gung ho, are they? Because all I'm sensing right now is big, stinky, fear. [smiles in Holland's face, then turns to Lindsey] But not from you. [walks over to him] Do you know what I'm getting from you, Lindsey? [leans in close to his neck as if to bite him, then pulls back] Nothing. Why aren't you afraid?
Lindsey: I don't know.
Darla: You could die here. Chances are you will.
Lindsey: I know.
Darla: And you don't care.
Lindsey: I care. I guess I just don't mind.
Holland: No one's going to die here. This is just a friendly get-together amongst colleagues. [Dru is dancing around Holland's back] We're all on the same side.
Darla: I love this room. Dru, honey, in our new digs we have to put in a people cellar.
[Holland smiles, but the smile fades quickly.]
Lilah: Do you hear the sirens? Are-are the police coming?
Lindsey: [Shakes his head.] No. She senses what this place was built for.
Holland: Ah, yes. Drusilla, you're quite right. This was originally a bomb shelter in the fifties. We had it converted. Wine has always been my passion.
[Darla giggles.]
Drusilla: People huddled together, crouching in fear.
Holland: Yes, yes. I imagine that's what it would have been like in a war.
Darla: No. Now. She means now.
Holland: Aha. [chuckles] I guess I stepped into that one. Listen Darla, I am sorry that you had to suffer, but look at what's come out of it. You've been restored. You're a superior being. You can have anything you want. And there's not a person in this room who won't work round the clock to see that you get it.
Darla: Gung ho, are they? Because all I'm sensing right now is big, stinky, fear. [smiles in Holland's face, then turns to Lindsey] But not from you. [walks over to him] Do you know what I'm getting from you, Lindsey? [leans in close to his neck as if to bite him, then pulls back] Nothing. Why aren't you afraid?
Lindsey: I don't know.
Darla: You could die here. Chances are you will.
Lindsey: I know.
Darla: And you don't care.
Lindsey: I care. I guess I just don't mind.
Holland: No one's going to die here. This is just a friendly get-together amongst colleagues. [Dru is dancing around Holland's back] We're all on the same side.
Darla: I love this room. Dru, honey, in our new digs we have to put in a people cellar.
[Holland smiles, but the smile fades quickly.]
Drusilla: I saw you coming, my lovely. The moon showed me. It told me to come into the twentieth century.
Angel: It's the twenty-first century, Dru.
Drusilla: Hmm, I'm still lagging.
Angel: It's the twenty-first century, Dru.
Drusilla: Hmm, I'm still lagging.
Drusilla: Ooh. I'm ringing. - Do you hear it? I'm ringing all over! [Darla grabs the phone from Drusilla's cleavage] Oh, yeah. I forgot about that.
Drusilla: Ten little soldiers, all in a line. A shot rings out... [slaps her hands together to make the sound of a shot] ...down to nine.
Darla: Ten? I'd be happy if we could find three who can hack it.
[Darla slides the door open and they walk in to see the floor littered with demon corpses and severed limbs and a pile of dust between them.]
Drusilla: Dead already? Bad soldiers!
[Darla looks around and sees Angel leaning against the hood of a dusty car, smoking a cigarette.]
Darla: [with a slight smile] I should have known.
Drusilla: [shakes her head] A shadow.
[Drusilla lifts her hand as if she is trying to wipe away a cobweb in front of her face, never taking her eyes off Angel.]
Darla: Why so far away, my love? Why don't you come over here and... stake me? [No reaction from Angel] Angel? [Angel, looking pretty beat up, continues to smoke his cigarette.] Angelus?
[Angel throws down his cigarette butt. It ignites a trail of gasoline. Darla and Drusilla look down at the flames, see them racing towards them in slow motion, and ignite the puddle of gasoline they're standing in. They scream as they begin to burn. Angel turns around to pick up his bag of weapons, revealing a can of gasoline sitting on the hood behind him, and walks out without looking back. Darla picks up a sledgehammer, leaning next to the door, runs outside and knocks the top of a fire hydrant off. She and Dru stand under the spray of water, letting it extinguish the flames, then sink down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk under it, with Darla holding Dru.]
Drusilla: I'm burning. Make it stop, please.
Darla: Shh. Shh. That wasn't Angel.
Drusilla: He's gone. He's all gone. Oh, it hurts! It hurts!
Darla: Wasn't Angelus either.
Drusilla: Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please.
Darla: Who was that?
Darla: Ten? I'd be happy if we could find three who can hack it.
[Darla slides the door open and they walk in to see the floor littered with demon corpses and severed limbs and a pile of dust between them.]
Drusilla: Dead already? Bad soldiers!
[Darla looks around and sees Angel leaning against the hood of a dusty car, smoking a cigarette.]
Darla: [with a slight smile] I should have known.
Drusilla: [shakes her head] A shadow.
[Drusilla lifts her hand as if she is trying to wipe away a cobweb in front of her face, never taking her eyes off Angel.]
Darla: Why so far away, my love? Why don't you come over here and... stake me? [No reaction from Angel] Angel? [Angel, looking pretty beat up, continues to smoke his cigarette.] Angelus?
[Angel throws down his cigarette butt. It ignites a trail of gasoline. Darla and Drusilla look down at the flames, see them racing towards them in slow motion, and ignite the puddle of gasoline they're standing in. They scream as they begin to burn. Angel turns around to pick up his bag of weapons, revealing a can of gasoline sitting on the hood behind him, and walks out without looking back. Darla picks up a sledgehammer, leaning next to the door, runs outside and knocks the top of a fire hydrant off. She and Dru stand under the spray of water, letting it extinguish the flames, then sink down to sit on the edge of the sidewalk under it, with Darla holding Dru.]
Drusilla: I'm burning. Make it stop, please.
Darla: Shh. Shh. That wasn't Angel.
Drusilla: He's gone. He's all gone. Oh, it hurts! It hurts!
Darla: Wasn't Angelus either.
Drusilla: Darla, help me. Help me, please! Please. Please.
Darla: Who was that?
Drusilla: You have beautiful skin.
Lilah: I moisturize.
Drusilla: That was very thoughtful of you.
[Darla steps up close to Holland]
Darla: You brought me back as human, a dying one at that, let me wallow with a soul, then sent me crawling back to Angel, begging him to restore me.
Holland: Which he should have done right away. But I miscalculated, I - I thought he cared more than he did.
Darla: Like you do.
[Darla giggles.]
Drusilla: Grandmum won't eat [lifts both hands up besides her head and opens and closes them a couple of times] the double speak."
Darla: No. No, she won't eat that.
Lilah: I moisturize.
Drusilla: That was very thoughtful of you.
[Darla steps up close to Holland]
Darla: You brought me back as human, a dying one at that, let me wallow with a soul, then sent me crawling back to Angel, begging him to restore me.
Holland: Which he should have done right away. But I miscalculated, I - I thought he cared more than he did.
Darla: Like you do.
[Darla giggles.]
Drusilla: Grandmum won't eat [lifts both hands up besides her head and opens and closes them a couple of times] the double speak."
Darla: No. No, she won't eat that.
Elderly Woman: I have 37 cats, and I've just changed all their names to Jasmine!
Ethros Demon: Do you know what the most frightening thing in the world is? Nothing. That's what I found in the boy. No conscience, no fear, no humanity. Just a black void. I couldn't control him. I couldn't get out. I never even manifested him until you brought me forth. I just sat there and watched as he destroyed everything around him. Not from a belief in evil, not for any reason at all...That boy's mind was the blackest hell I've ever known. Thats why I tried to get Him to commit Suicide.I knew it would bring Death,I do not fear it.The only Thing I've ever feared is in that house.