Angel Quote
[First lines]
Drusilla: Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?
William: I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?
Drusilla: Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.
William: Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang
[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]
Drusilla: Look what I made. It's called Willy.
William: William.
Drusilla: [smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.
Angelus: Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.
Drusilla: Oh. Poor Angelus.
Angelus: Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.
Drusilla: You're not cross with me, are you?
Angelus: Cross?
[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]
Angelus: Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?
[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]
William: Touch me again—
Angelus: Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle]
Drusilla: Oh. Such a hungry little kitty. Meow. You've been a starved one, haven't you, my sweet Willy?
William: I've got you to feast on now, pet. Is this your home?
Drusilla: Their home. [Looks at a pair middle-aged corpses slumped on the sofa, posed as if they were sitting.] Ambassador to...something and his plump, lovely wife. Till their spirits flew away on fairy wings. Psst. When Angelus took them for dinner.
William: Angelus? Who the bloody hell's Ang
[William turns to see Angelus lurking in the shadows in a nearby doorway.]
Drusilla: Look what I made. It's called Willy.
William: William.
Drusilla: [smiles] Where's Darla? I want Darla to see William.
Angelus: Darla and I had a little spat. Her precious Master sent for her. You know Darla. Master's pet.
Drusilla: Oh. Poor Angelus.
Angelus: Ah, don't fret, Dru. We'll make up. Always do. [Touches his bruised brow.] Mmm. Ow. After a little tit for tat. Shouldn't let that spoil our fun here. [Looks at William, checking him out.] So, instead of just feeding off of this William... you went and turned him into one of us. Another rooster in the henhouse.
Drusilla: You're not cross with me, are you?
Angelus: Cross?
[He grabs William's arm and holds it out into the ray of sunlight beaming through the closed curtains.]
Angelus: Do you have any idea what it's like having nothing but women as travel companions, night in and night out?
[Wiliam angrily yanks his sizzling hand away from Angelus.]
William: Touch me again—
Angelus: Don't mistake me. I do love the ladies. It's just lately... I've been wondering... [Holds his own fist in the beam of sunlight] ...what it'd be like... [watches his hand sizzle]
TV Show: Angel
