Darla: He had consumption.
Lindsey: And died to soon. A lot of that goin' around.

Lindsey: Angel. He's here in town. You can feel him.
Darla: Always could.

Darla: Angel. It's been a long time. I'd love to see that boy.

Darla: I ran into Lord Nichols -- horrid little man. He was propositioning a streetwalker and dickering over the price. Can you imagine? I told him I'd do him for nothing.
Angelus: You're very charitable.
Darla: I so loathe cheap royalty.
Angelus: They all taste the same to me.

Angelus: You always come up with something new.
Darla: Keeps me young.

Darla: (Touching Lindsey's hand) It's very smooth. You don't feel anything.
Lindsey: Not in my hand.

Lindsey: He betrayed you.
Darla: Everyone betrays you, that's not what eats at you in the long winter's night.
Lindsey: Yeah? What does?
Darla: Missed opportunities. He got a soul and it sickened me. All that power wasted on a whiny, mopey do-gooder. God, I could eat his eyeballs.

Lindsey: Our plans for Angel are a little more long-term than that, but if you just can't help yourself, then by all means, be my guest.
Darla: You're fun for a human.

Darla: You made quite a mess out there -- the blood and habits everywhere.
Angelus: Convents. They're just a big cookie jar.

Angel: It's been a long time since I said this to anyone: But you can scream all you want.
Darla: Ooooh. I'm not gonna scream.

Angel: What's the big plan? Get me so screwed up I go bad again?
Darla: Kind of trite, I know. But what do you expect? They're only human.
Angel: Better embrace that mediocrity, honey. You're talking about your own kind now.

Darla: All you have do, is let me give you one little moment of happiness.
Angel: You took me places, showed me things. You blew the top off my head. But you never made me happy.

But that...that *cheerleader* did?

Angel: You couldn't understand.
Darla: I understand all right. Guy gets a taste of something fresh, and he thinks he's touching God.

What a poster child for soulfulness you are.

You were a legend. Nobody could keep up with you. Not even me. You don't *learn* that kind of darkness.

You say you can smell me. Well, I can smell you, too. And my boy is still in there, and he wants out.

Angel: You're gonna feel it, you know. What you did. That man you got killed.
Darla: Please. He was an actor.

Angel: Darla, you hurt anyone else, and I'll kill you.
Darla: Will you? Isn't that against your cub scout code?
Angel: I'll make an exception.

See? No matter how good a boy you are, God doesn't want you...But I still do.

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

You never talk about yourself, Lindsey. You have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?

Darla: Now do you know what we've become?
Lindsey: Enemies.
Darla: Oh no! Much worse! Now, we're soulmates.

Darla: Do you know what I am?
Master: A woman of some property -- no husband, no inheritance. Yes, I know what you are.
Darla: I'm a whore.
Master: Well, yes. That, too.

Master: You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.
Darla: You should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.

Darla: On the way back, we cut a bloody swath through South Wales and Northern England.
Angelus: Yorkshire men, tough as leather.

Darla: We fed very recently. The blood is still hot in his veins.
Angelus: You noticed that didja?

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 ya?
Darla: Angelus!
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, now, am I?

Darla: So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity.
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.
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.

Angelus: 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.
William: Watch where you're going!
Darla: Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along.

You think I ever hesitated when I wanted something? Life's too short. Believe me, I know. Four hundred years, and still too short.

Darla: It's not me you want to screw.
Lindsey: What?
Darla: It's him.

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.

Gypsy: He must suffer as all his victims have suffered.
Darla: That is not justice. Whatever pain he cost your daughter was over in an instant. Or an hour.

Drusilla: Angelus has gone away. Where is he?
Darla: Drusilla? The camp. Go on! Kill things!
Drusilla: He shall be very cross if he finds we had a lovely mass slaughter without him.

Darla: What do you want?
Angel: A second chance.
Darla: What?
Angel: I want things to be like they were. You and me, together. Darla, I miss the view.

Angel: Let's find something warm.
Darla: Yes, some missionaries. We'll drain the piety right out of them.

While Spike -- Spike! -- was out killing a Slayer, you were saving missionaries. From me.

Darla: You'll make the pain stop, won't you?
Angel: Takes time.
Darla: Takes moments. Do it. Now.

Darla: Turn me back. God, I can't bare 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.

Darla: 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.
Darla: Fine. Fine, then if it's such a punishment, take out your revenge. Pay me back! Please.

Angel: I can't.
Darla (in flashback): What do you mean you can't? You won't.
Angel: I can't seem to be what I'm not. I'm sorry.

Darla: It wasn't my will to be here in the first place. I never asked for this life.
Holland: No. No one ever does. God doesn't give us a say in these matters.
Darla: God wasn't the one who brought me back.

Angelus: I hate the French. We should go someplace like Romania.
Darla: In Italy you said we should go someplace like France.
Angelus: At least in Romania, they really know how to treat a creature of the night.
Darla: You were craving rich food. That's what you said -- something French.

Angelus: It's this man Holtz. How does he keep finding us?
Darla: We stay in the best hotels. Order room service. Eat the waiters. People talk.
Angelus: Holtz's no mere mortal, I'll tell you that.

Shemp Vampire: You know, when I was a human, I didn't have much luck with the women. Darla: Hard to believe. Shemp Vampire: Had kind of a skin condition. But now, something about the teeth, I guess. Chicks go crazy for it.
Darla: You've got girlfriends everywhere, I imagine.
Shemp Vampire: Well, mostly I just kill 'em. Dump the bodies.

Shemp Vampire: We're a lonely sort, we creatures of the night. Doomed to walk the earth, that kinda deal.
Darla: How long have you been...
Shemp Vampire: An eternal child of darkness? Since, uh, '92.
Darla: Nineteen ninety two?
Shemp Vampire: Hard to believe it's already "last century."
Darla: Well, isn't it true that some vampires choose a mortal -- someone they can sire, someone who too can walk those lonely nights, hunting with them...feeding with them...joining with them...
Shemp Vampire: Ha! No. That'd be weird.
Darla: "Weird?!" It's mythic!
Shemp Vampire: No, you been readin' too much Anne Rice, lady. You got no idea how this thing works.

Shemp Vampire: Oh, what? You want me to make you?
Darla: Why do you think I came into this bar? For the snacks?
Shemp Vampire: Sweetheart, in this bar you are the snacks.

Shemp Vampire: You're serious about this? So, what? I make you and then you'd be like my immortal babe?

Darla: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Angel: Saving you.
Darla: I wasn't in any danger, Angelus! Believe me. I picked a stupid one. I always pick the stupid ones! Didn't you know that?

Angel: If you do this thing, I won't be able to leave you alone. Don't you get that? I'll never be able to leave you alone. Next time, it'll be you on the end of this stake. I'm sorry, but I don't want that. Not again.
Darla: Don't worry, I wouldn't let it happen twice.

Just because we had a thing for 150 years, don't presume you know me.

Cordelia: You're, uh, planning on sleeping over?
Darla: I'm dying.
Cordelia: So, just for the one night, then.

Wesley: (re: W&H) They can't really be trusted.
Darla: I don't trust them. But I know a thing or two about mind games. (To Angel) And so do you. We played them together for over a century.
Cordelia: Yes, but you were just souless bloodsucking demons. They're lawyers.
Angel: She's right. We were amateurs.

Darla: You can't force me to stay here.
Angel: You're not a prisoner.

Host: All right, big fella, you asked for it. You're about to face the hell and the high water.
Darla: I don't think this is right.
Angel: He said I had to take the plunge.
Darla: Into an empty pool?
Angel: Sure, 'cause if you had water you get all wet and miss out on all the skull crushing.

Darla: Maybe he meant another pool.
Angel: Something in a koi pond; they're very Zen.

Darla: This how a guy like you gets his rocks off?
Valet: I have no feelings about this contest one way or another, Miss. Do you?

Reunion

Reprise

Darla: It's cold.
Lindsey: That' the only way to keep it fresh.
Darla: Not the only way.

Darla: You always take a shower when you get back from that place. Don't know why. You're never dirty.
Lindsey: I'm always dirty.

That's right, Angelus. Go toward the bleeding mortal. Because that's smart.

Darla: Don't play games with me.
Angel: I'm not playing. I just wanna feel something besides the cold.

Epiphany

Darla: But we...
Angel: I know...
Darla: ...and you...
Angel: Yes...
Darla: Then I...
Angel: Three times...
Darla: You're not evil?

Darla: Well, I don't accept this. You cannot tell me that wasn't perfect. Not only have I been around for four hundred years, I used to do this professionally and that was perfect!