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[Darla has smashed all the mirrors in her apartment]
Angel : It makes sense. She was a vampire. Now she has a soul.
Cordelia Chase : That makes sense? So why don't you go around smashing mirrors?
Angel : Because I don't have to look at myself in them.
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Darla : Then turn me back! My God! I can't bear this pounding in my chest for another instant!
Angel : It's a gift... to feel that heartbeat. To know, really and for once, that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. Do you know what that means?
Darla : Of course I do. It means pain, and suffering and disease and death! Look, I released you from this world once. I gave you eternal life. Now it's time for you to return the favor.
Angel : Favor? Is that what you think? You think you did me a favor?
[pause]
Angel : You damned me.
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Darla : [to Drucilla and Spike] So, where have you two been?
Drusilla : May I tell?
Spike : No need to be humble.
Drusilla : My little Spike just killed himself a Slayer!
Darla : [to Angelus] Did you hear that?
Angel : [as Angelus - not pleased] Congratulations. I guess that makes you one of us.
Spike : Don't be so glum, mate. The way you tell it, one Slayer snuffs it, another rises. I figure there's a new Chosen One, getting all chosen as we speak. I'll tell you what: if and when this new bird shows up, - I'll give you first crack at her.
Drusilla : I smell fear...
Angel : [as Angelus] This whole place reeks of it.
Drusilla : It's intoxicating.
Angel : Let's get out of here. This rebellion's starting to bore me.
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Charles Gunn : Want me to come with you?
Angel : No. This is something I have to do on my own.
[Cordelia brings him his car keys]
Angel : Thanks.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Angel...
Angel : I know, Wesley. I could be walking into a trap. I get that.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : I'm not convinced you do.
Angel : Look, she asked for my help. I can't turn my back.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : No. And you shouldn't... Not for one moment. You know better than anyone what she was.
Angel : What we were. And I also know what she's going through. And unlike me, maybe she wont have to go through it alone.
Cordelia Chase : You're not alone.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : You may be right. She may be experiencing all of this exactly as you did. But, Angel, - you yourself wondered for a hundred years, before ever seeking redemption.
Angel : That's right. I sought her.
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Cordelia Chase : [to Angel about finding Darla] Am I the only one who thinks this is just a really bad idea?
Angel : We can't just sit around here waiting for Wolfram and Hart to make a move. It's time we got ahead of the game.
Cordelia Chase : This won't involve kidnapping again, will it?
Angel : All we're going to do is find her.
Cordelia Chase : And this would be the same woman that you didn't notice was in your bedroom every night for three weeks straight?
Angel : That was different.
Cordelia Chase : Different in the sitting-on-top-of-you sense, yeah.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Cordelia has a point.
Cordelia Chase : Finally!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : The last time Darla emerged, she wanted to be found. Now, she's out there among six million other people.
Cordelia Chase : She could be sitting on top of anybody!
Angel : Come on, guys. We're a detective agency. We investigate things. That's what we're good at.
Cordelia Chase : That's what we suck at. Let's face it, unless there's a website called "www dot oh by the way, we have Darla stashed here dot com", we're pretty much out of luck.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : It's not going to be easy.
Cordelia Chase : Well, before, he said he could smell her.
[to Angel]
Cordelia Chase : How about, we cruise around with the top down, and you take big, big whiffs?
[there is no reaction]
Cordelia Chase : We'll wait until after the sun sets, obviously.
Charles Gunn : Big law firm. They gotta have housing for their out-of-towners, right?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : "Out-of-towners"? It's not as if they flew her in from Miami. She was raised from the very depths of hell by an ancient and very dangerous ritual.
Charles Gunn : Yeah, and...? They still gotta put her up, don't they. That's an expense. You're telling me, these lawyers haven't figured out a way to write that off?
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The Master : We stalk the surface to feed and grow our ranks. We do not live amongst the human pestilence.
Angel : [as Angelus]
[snorts]
Angel : Well be honest. - You really couldn't with that face, now could you?
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Darla : [looking at a dead body] So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity-?
Angel : [as Angelus] Still, - he won't now age.
Darla : No, but he'll rot. Seems a pity.
Drusilla : When I bit into him, I could hear the ocean.
Darla : Of course you could.
Drusilla : I'm full and warm, yet all alone.
Angel : [as Angelus] That's not true, precious. You've got us.
Drusilla : Not in the least. You won't even hurt me just a little bit.
Darla : All you have to do is ask.
Drusilla : No. His head's too full of you, Grandmother.
Darla : Stop calling me that.
Drusilla : Don't be cross. I could be your mummy...
Angel : Well, if you're lonely, Dru, why don't you make yourself a playmate?
Drusilla : I could! I could pick the wisest and bravest knight in all the land and make him mine forever with a kiss.
Spike : [walking past] Bloody... watch where you're going!
Darla : Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along.
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Angel : We need to narrow it down further. Keep looking.
Cordelia Chase : And my sister's living in Unit Three Nineteen.
Angel : You don't have a sister.
Cordelia Chase : Sure I do. My older, way older, like, four hundred-years-older, blonde sister, Darla. No last name. I've been desperately trying to find her because Mom and Dad are in the coma. Sue, the property manager, was very helpful. She even cried.
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[first lines]
Angel : [without looking up] What is it, Wesley?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : "It"? There's no "it". "It's" nothing, really. Just popping around, to see if everything's alright.
Angel : Fine.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Oh, good. Good. You're certain?
Angel : Uh-huh. Good night.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Good night.
Angel : You're still here.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Apparently. So... you're sure there's nothing on your mind? That is to say, nothing you'd like to perhaps, share.
Angel : Nope.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [flatly, after seeing dozens of sketches of Darla spread out over the floor] Really.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : You yourself wondered for a hundred years without ever seeking redemption.
Angel : That's right. I sought her.
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Angel : [as Angelus, to Darla while The Master is beating him] Tell the truth. - Whose face do you want to look at for all eternity? His, or mine?
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Angel : [on phone] Darla?
Darla : [on phone] My boy. - My darling boy...
Angel : [on phone] Where are you?
Darla : [on phone] Better question: - Where was I? I don't remember anything. It's a great big nothing. Could it be there's no hell?
Angel : [on phone] There's a hell. A few of them. I've been to one.
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Angel : [Angel, in his office scans a large book. Wesley knocks and enters] Darla. Anglo-Saxon derivation. Meaning "dear one". It didn't come into common usage until more than a hundred years after she was born... He must've given it to her...
[closes the book]
Angel : I didn't even know her real name.
[Angel tosses the book onto his desk and rubs his eyes]
Angel : Any luck?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Not yet, no. We're working on it.
Angel : Something will come up.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Yes. That's my fear...
[Angel looks at him. Wesley pulls the door shut]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Angel, you must admit your record when it comes to Darla has been spotty at best.
Angel : I killed her, Wesley. And she came back. They brought her back. And now I need to know why. Why like this? - Why human?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Perhaps human was the only way Wolfram and Hart could bring her back - at least and hope to control with any degree of success. Angel, I don't suppose it occurred to you that this might be why they've brought her back? You have all your attention focused on finding this one woman.
Angel : So you think Wolfram and Hart went to all this trouble just to keep me distracted? Take me out of the game?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : It is possible. And, if that's the case...
Angel : It's working.
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Angel : All we're gonna do is find her.
Cordelia Chase : And this would be the same woman that you didn't notice was in your bedroom every night for, like, three weeks strait?
Angel : That was different.
Cordelia Chase : Different in the sitting right on top of you sense. Yeah.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Cordelia has a point.
Cordelia Chase : Finally!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : The last time Darla emerged, she wanted to be found. Now, she's out there among six million other people.
Cordelia Chase : She could be sitting on top of anybody.
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Angel : I also know what she's goin' through. And unlike me, maybe she won't have to go through it alone.
Cordelia Chase : You're not alone.
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Angel : [to Lindsey] If this is a trick, just know I'll be comin' back for ya. Hell, I just might e comin' back for ya anyway.
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Angel : [to Lindsay] If this is a trick, just know I'll be coming back for you. Hell. I just might be coming back for you anyway.
