Angel Quote
[Darla and Drusilla are coming out of a demon bar.]
Drusilla: I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes off my fingers. [She licks her fingers.]
Darla: That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory.
Drusilla: My little bird is anxious.
Darla: Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru.
Drusilla: He won't leave, you know.
Darla: I don't wanna hear this.
Drusilla: We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come.
Darla: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?
Drusilla: You miss him, like a heartbeat.
Darla: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured off. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.
Drusilla: Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches.
Darla: In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.
Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes.
Drusilla: [laughing] And pain. So much suffering. [Begins to sway] The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music.
Darla: That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late.
Drusilla: I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes off my fingers. [She licks her fingers.]
Darla: That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory.
Drusilla: My little bird is anxious.
Darla: Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru.
Drusilla: He won't leave, you know.
Darla: I don't wanna hear this.
Drusilla: We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come.
Darla: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?
Drusilla: You miss him, like a heartbeat.
Darla: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured off. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.
Drusilla: Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches.
Darla: In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.
Drusilla: I see such pretty fire.
Darla: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes.
Drusilla: [laughing] And pain. So much suffering. [Begins to sway] The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music.
Darla: That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late.
TV Show: Angel
