Snake in the wood shed!
"Darla"
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.
Don't be cross. I could be your mummy.
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.
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.
Drusilla: Pretty music. Pretty, pretty music.
They cried out for mercy! They cried out for mercy!
Darla: Show none.
Reunion
Drusilla: I can hear them singing to me.
Lindsey: So this place works for you?
Drusilla: Oh, yeah. Grandmother is very pleased with it. I can tell.
Aren't you grandmother? My daughter.
Lindsey: Can she hear you?
Drusilla: She's dead.
Lindsey: Oh. Of course.
Drusilla: Shh. Just for now.
Holland: Drusilla, you are positively glowing.
Drusilla: I'm going to be a mummy!
Run and catch. Run and catch. The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch.
*CLANG* That's not a fitting gift at all for our newborn grandmummy.
Drusilla: I knew you were coming, my lovely. The moon showed me.
It told me to come into the 20th century.
Angel: It's the 21st century, Dru.
Drusilla: Mmm, I'm still lagging.
I drank Chateau La Tour once. It tasted like lion's blood.
Drusilla: I'm very worried about grandmum. The building was quite
tall.
Holland: *Healthy* attachments, Lindsey.
Drusilla: Grandmother, what? Don't be angry.
Darla: Why?
Drusilla: For you. All for you. I thought it was what you wanted
-- to be saved. All alone. All alone in the dirt. We've lost our way and
the little wormy won't dance if he's told to.
Drusilla: You're all new again!
Darla: Let's go shopping!
Drusilla: Oooh. I'm ringing. Do you hear it? I'm ringing...all...over!
[Darla takes a cell phone out of Dru's cleavage]
Drusilla: Oh yeah. Forgot about that.
Holland: Oh, on the contrary. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking
why settle for a spree, when you could have a...say...massacre?
Darla: A massacre!
Drusilla: Oh! I like the sound of that.
Darla: Your wife was kind enough to invite us in, Holland.
Drusilla: Very sweet, she was. Like clover...and honey.
Pretty lawyers all in a row. Eenie, meanie...
Drusilla: You have beautiful skin.
Lilah: I moisturize.
Drusilla: That was very thoughtful of you.
Drusilla: Grandmum won't eat the doublespeak!
Darla: No. No, she won't eat that.
Drusilla: I hear the sirens. They don't know if the world will be
here in the morning!
Lilah: Do you hear the sirens? Are the police coming?
Lindsey: No. She senses what this place was built for.
Holland: Yes, Drusilla. You're quite right. This was originally a
bomb shelter in the '50s. We had it converted. Wine has always been my passion.
Drusilla: People. Crouching together in fear.
Holland: Yes, I imagine that's what it would have been like in a
war.
Darla: No, now. She means now.
Holland: A-ha. I guess I stepped into that one.
Daddy's home!
Drusilla: It's not daddy. It's never daddy. It's the Angel beast.
Darla: Come to punish us.
Drusilla: Yeah. Yeah, spank us 'til Tuesday. Grrruf! We promise to
be bad if you do.
Daddy!