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Darla  

Lindsey: Something happened?
Darla: God, yes. So many things. I remember them all. Which one were you thinking of?

Darla: No. No, there really isn't, is there? You can be with someone for 150 years - think you know them. Still; doesn't work out. Angelus - why, you should have seen us together.
Lindsey: He was a different person then.
Darla: And so was I. Now do you know what we've become?
Lindsey: Enemies.
Darla: Oh no. Much worse. Now we're soulmates.

Darla: I'm a whore.
Priest: Well, yes, that too.

Angel: All we gonna do is find her.
Cordelia: And this would be the same woman you didn't notice was in your bedroom every night for like three weeks straight?
Angel: That was different.
Cordelia: Different in the sitting right on top of you sense, yeah.
Wesley: Cordelia has a point.
Cordelia: Finally!
Wesley: The last time Darla emerged she wanted to be found. Now she is out there among six million other people.
Cordelia: She could be sitting on top of anybody.

Angel: Come on guys. We are a detective agency. We investigate things. That's what we're good at.
Cordelia: That's what we suck at. Let's face it, unless there's a website called www.Oh-By-the-way-we-have-Darla-stashed-here.com, we're pretty much out of luck.

Cordelia: Before he said he could smell her. How about we cruise around with the top down and you take big whiffs? Well, we'll wait until after the sun sets obviously.

Master: Angelus - the Latinate for Angel. It's marvelous.
Darla: His name would already be legend in his home village had he left anyone alive there to tell the tale.

Master: We stalk the surface to feed and grow our ranks. We do not live amongst the human pestilence!
Angelus: I'll be honest, you really couldn't with that face, now could you?

Angelus: It's not stuck like that now is it?
Darla: The Master has grown past the curse of human features.
Angelus: I'm not gonna get a bat-nose like that, huh? Am I?

Angelus: Tell the truth - whose face do you want to look at for eternity? His or mine?

Angel: Darla, Anglo-Saxon derivation, meaning 'dear one' - huh, didn't come into common usage until more than a 100 years after she was born. He must have given it to her. I didn't even know her real name.

Drusilla: No. He's head's too full of you, grandmother.
Darla: Stop calling me that.

Angel: That's pretty slim.
Cordelia: It has a view.
Angel: That's not enough.
Cordelia: And Berber carpeting.
Angel: Nah, we need to narrow it down further. Keep looking.
Cordelia: And my sister is living in unit 319.
Angel: You don't have a sister.
Cordelia: Sure I do. My older, way older, like 400 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.

Cordelia: Probably a good idea since it's 1 o'clock in the afternoon and that address is in Sun Valley.
Angel: Right. Sun.
Cordelia: Actually I was thinking Valley. I mean why go there if you don't have to.

Darla: It wasn't my name when I was human. The first time when I was human, I mean.
Lindsey: What was your name?
Darla: Hmm - I don't remember. I'm not her, whoever she was. I was Darla for so long, then I wasn't. I - I wasn't anything. I just stopped. He killed me. I was done. Then you brought me back.
Lindsey: Yes.
Darla: What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I? Did you bring back that girl, whose name I can't remember? Or did you bring back something else? The other thing.

Darla: It's nice. - But it's not me you want to screw.
Lindsey: What?
Darla: It's him. You all think you can use me to get to Angel.

Darla: No. Nobody understands. Nobody can understand. I can feel this body dying, Lindsey. I can feel it decaying moment by moment. It's being eaten away by this thing inside of it. It's a cancer, this soul!

Darla: You took him from me. You stole him away. You gave him a soul.
Gypsy: He must suffer as all of his victims have suffered.
Darla: That is no justice. Whatever pain he caused to your daughter was momentary, over in an instant or an hour. But what you've done to him will force him to suffer for the rest of eternity!

Cordelia: Angel!
Angel: Cordy, please, I'm talking.
Cordelia: Hi Darla. He can't talk right now. He'll call you back once he's found it -- Yeah, bye-bye.

Darla: I have question. Where was I? I don't remember anything. It's a great big nothing. Could it be there is no hell?
Angel: There is a hell. A few of them. I've been to one.

Angel: What we were. And I also know what she's going through. And unlike me, maybe she won't have to go through it alone.
Cordelia: You're not alone.
Wesley: You may be right. She may be experiencing all of this exactly as you did. But Angel, you yourself wandered for a hundred years without ever seeking redemption.
Angel: That's right. I sought her.

Angel: I want things to be like they were. You and me together Darla. I miss the view.
Darla: That's impossible.
Angel: It's not impossible.
Darla: You still have a soul.
Angel: I'm still a vampire.
Darla: You're not. Look at you. I don't know what you are anymore.
Angel: You know what I am. You made me. Darla. I'm Angelus.
Darla: Not anymore.

Angel: If this is a trick, just know that I'll be coming back for you. Hell, I just might be coming back for you anyway.

Angel: Look I've killed men. You've seen it!
Darla: Rapists and murderers, thieves and scoundrels. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Only evildoers, that's all you hunt now. You swore to me. You said, if I took you back you'd prove yourself.

Holland: Lindsey, you don't understand our friend at all. We know there is no prospect for physical intimacy here. So you needn't torture yourself.
Lindsey: Then what do you expect him to do?
Holland: What he will do. What he must do. Save her soul.

Cordelia: Maybe we should get her a doctor.
Darla: No. No doctors. Angelus.
Cordelia: Uhm. Sorry, I know you're concussion girl and all, but around here it's Angel - just Angel, okay?

Darla: Turn me back. God! I can't bear this pounding in my chest for another instant!
Angel: It's gift. To feel that heart beat - to know, really and for once, that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. 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? You damned me.


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