Angel, Season 2

Darla:
[looking at a dead body] 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.

Drusilla:
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:
[walking past] Bloody... watch where you're going!

Darla:
Or you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along.

Angelus:
You think she'll find a good one?

[They walk on but Dru keeps looking after William.]

Darla:
I found you.