Judge: This one... cannot be burnt.
He is clean. (removes his hand)
Spike: Clean? You mean, he's...
Judge: There's no humanity in him. (turns and goes)
Angelus: (faces Spike) I couldn't have said it better myself.
Drusilla: Angel.
Angelus: Yeah, baby. I'm back.
Innocence.

Angelus: You should've seen her face. It was priceless. (hops up on a conveyor platform and sits) I'll never forget it.
Spike: So you didn't kill her then.
Angelus: Of course not.
Spike: (exhales) Now, I know you haven't been in the game for a while, mate, but we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d'etre, you know.
Drusilla: You don't want to kill her, do you? (pokes Miss Edith's eyes) You want to hurt her. (smiles up at him) Just like you hurt me.
Angelus: Nobody knows me like you do, Dru.
Innocence.

Passion.
It lies in all of us.
Sleeping......waiting... And though unwanted...
...unbidden... it will stir...
...open its jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?
Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank...
Without passion, we'd be truly dead.
Passion.

Drusilla: Poor Angel.
Angelus: (walks back) Let's get outta here. I need a real vile kill before sunup to wipe this crap out of my system. He pulls on his jacket over his still-unbuttoned shirt. (Drusilla comes up to him and growls. He snarls back.)
Drusilla: Of course. We'll find you a nice toddler. (snarls, Angelus starts up the stairs out of the garden.)
Drusilla: (to Spike) Want to come, pet?
Angelus: (comes back down) No can do, Dru. I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. (to Spike) Gotta travel light. (puts his hands on Spike's shoulders) Sorry. Try to have fun without me.
I only have eyes for you.

Drusilla: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
In the next booth Angelus is caught by surprise, and drops the dead priest.
Drusilla: It's been two days since my last confession. (waits for an answer) Father?
Angelus: (goes along with it) That's not very long.
Drusilla: (with a trembling voice) Oh, Father, I'm so afraid.
Angelus: The Lord is very forgiving. Tell me your sins.
Drusilla: I had... (breathes deeply) I've been seeing again, Father. Yesterday, the men were going to work in the mine. I had... (shakes) a terrible fright. (draws a frightened breath) My stomach all (draws another) tied up, and I saw this horrible... crash. (calms a bit) My mummy said to keep my peace, it didn't mean nothing. But this morning... they had a cave-in. Two men died.
Angelus: Go on.
Drusilla: Me mum says... I'm cursed. (exhales) My seeing things is an affront to the Lord, (inhales sharply) that only he's supposed to see anything before it happens. (inhales, sobs) But I don't mean to, Father, I swear! (inhales) I swear! (begins to cry) I try to be pure in his sight. (sobs) I don't want to be an evil thing.
Angelus: Oh, hush, child. The Lord has a plan for all creatures. Even a Devil child like you.
Drusilla: (taken aback) A Devil?
Angelus: Yes! You're a spawn of Satan. All the Hail Marys in the world aren't going to help. The Lord will use you and smite you down. He's like that.
Drusilla: (frightened) What can I do?
Angelus: Fulfill his plan, child. Be evil. Just give in.
Drusilla: No! (sobs) I want to be good. (sobs) I want to be pure.
Angelus: We all do, at first. The world doesn't work that way.
Drusilla: Father... I beg you... Please... Please, help me.
Angelus: Very well. Ten Our Fathers and an Act of Contrition. Does that sound good?
Drusilla: (relieved) Yes. (exhales) Yes, Father. Thank you.
Angelus: The pleasure was mine. And my child... (raises his hand to the lattice between them)
Drusilla: Yes?
Angelus: (stares at her) God is watching you.
Becoming I.

Angelus: I will drink... the blood will wash in me, over me, and I will be cleansed. I will be worthy to free Acathla. Bear witness... as I ascend... as I become. Everything that I am, everything that I have done, has led me here.
Becoming I.

Angelus: I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a *long* time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even *have* chainsaws.
Becoming II.

Angel: Thanks, so much. It's good to have the
taste of a Slayer back in my mouth. It's like cigarettes,
you know, just when I thought I'd quit. No, don't get up. It's good to be back in Sunnydale. Nice
climate, plenty to eat, no tortured humanity to hold me down.
But you know what bothers me? (You don't seem to be getting the big
picture here, Faith. Now I don't know why you turned me, but I'm
just glad you did.
Enemies.

Morning, sleepyhead. You know what I just can't believe? All
of our time together and we never tried chains. Well, can't dwell
on the past, especially with the future we have ahead.
Enemies.