Season One
Five by Five
Girl: Excuse me!
Faith: Okay. You're excused.
Girl: That's my boyfriend.
Faith: Really? Does he have your name on him? Cuz I don't see it anywhere.
Faith: Who is we? And why do they know about me when I don't know jack about you?
Lila: Green is my favorite color. I look good in diamonds. And I love riding in limousines.
Lindsey MacDonald: To make a long story less long, I think for services rendered, we can get you off.
Faith: You don't know how many men have promised me that.
(After trying to shoot Angel in the back with a crossbow)
Faith: That was so cool! This is gonna be fun.
Wesley: Oh my god, Faith.
Angel: I thought she was in a coma.
Cordelia: Pretty lively coma.
Faith: Hey, baby. Come give us a hug.
Angel: I was hoping you'd stop by. Always good to see old friends.
Faith: You didn't shoot to kill! We're gonna have to up the stakes. Get you in the game a little.
Angel: What's the game, exactly, Faith? Boredom? Revenge?
Faith: Dude, I'm getting *paid*. They hate you almost as much as I do.
Angel: It ever occur to you this might be more fun for me?
Faith: Ya think? Cuz, what if you kill me? Experience that one true moment of pleasure. Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead. Do me. Let's take that hell ride together.
Wesley: It's not too late.
Faith: For cappuccino? 'Cuz, just keeps me up.
All these little cuts and bruises just bring out the mother in me.
Don't poop out on me, dammit! Otherwise this is all just gonna be over too fast. You'll be dead, and I'll be...bored.
Now, we've only done one of the five basic torture groups. We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot, and loud. Have a preference?
Faith: Oh, that's great. It's always better with audience participation. May I take your order please?
Wesley: I was your Watcher Faith. I know the real you. And even if you kill me, there's just one thing I want you to remember.
Faith: What's that, love?
Wesley: You. . . are a piece of shi-
I feel it's kind of my duty to tell you that if you'd been a better Watcher, I would have been a more positive role model.
Face it, Wesley, you really were a jerk. Always walking around like you had some great big stake rammed up your English Channel.
Admit it, Wesley, didn't you always kind of have the hots for me?
How do I know you're really in this? I mean, if I kill him, would that help? Or just be really funny?
Angel: By the way, you never told me how much I'm worth dusted, just out of curiosity.
Faith: $15,000 plus expenses.
Angel: You're kidding.
Faith: Hey, I'm young. I'm gonna work my way up.
Angel: You feel young, do you, Faith? You're looking pretty worn out to me.
I'm evil.
Kill me, Please kill me.
Sanctuary
Angel: You should be resting.
Faith: I've been asleep for eight months. You rest.
Faith: So, how does this work?
Angel: There's no real simple answer to that. I won't lie to you and tell you it'll be easy. Because it won't be. Just because you've decided to change doesn't mean the world's ready for you to. Truth is, no matter how much you suffer, no matter how many good deeds you do to try to make up for the past, you may never balance out the cosmic scale. The only thing I can promise you is that you'll probably be haunted, and maybe for the rest of your life.
Faith (points at the microwave): So, how does this work?
Faith: Are you saying I gotta apologize?
Angel: Think you can?
Faith: I dunno. How do you say "Gee, I'm really sorry I tortured you nearly to death"?
Faith: I gotta be the first Slayer in history to be sponsored by a vampire.
Angel: Yeah, well I got some experience in that area, too.
Faith: God, B. How'm I ever gonna make things right with her?
Angel: Faith, this isn't about Buffy.
Faith: All my life, there was only one person who tried to be my friend. Went out of their way when I had no right or reason to expect her to, and...I screwed her. Not to mention her boyfriend. Only him literally.
Angel: Faith, you and I never...
Faith: No, not you. The new one. (pause) Oh my God. Angel, I'm so sorry.
Angel: No, there. You can say it. That's good.
Angel: Everything okay in there?
Faith: It was touch and go for those four minutes you left me alone, but somehow I got through it.
Faith: Buffy. I'm so--
Buffy: You apologize to me, I will beat you to death.
Buffy: You're not gonna run, Faith.
Faith: Whaddya wanna do? Throw me off the roof? Again?
Faith: Angel said there was no way you were gonna give me a chance.
Buffy: I gave you every chance. I tried so hard to help you. And you spat on me. My life was just something for you to play with. Angel. Riley. Anything that you could take from me, you took. I've lost battles before. But nobody else has *ever* made me a victim.
Faith: And you can't stand that. You're all about control. You have no idea what it's like on the other side. Nothing's in control. Nothing makes sense. There's just pain and hate and nothing you do means anything.
I'd like to make a confession.