Angel, Season 2

Drusilla:
I hear the sirens. They don't know if the world will be there in the morning.

Lilah:
Do you hear the sirens? Are-are the police coming?

Lindsey:
[Shakes his head.] No. She senses what this place was built for.

Holland:
Ah, yes. Drusilla, you're quite right. This was originally a bomb shelter in the fifties. We had it converted. Wine has always been my passion.

[Darla giggles.]

Drusilla:
People huddled together, crouching in fear.

Holland:
Yes, yes. I imagine that's what it would have been like in a war.

Darla:
No. Now. She means now.

Holland:
Aha. [chuckles] I guess I stepped into that one. Listen Darla, I am sorry that you had to suffer, but look at what's come out of it. You've been restored. You're a superior being. You can have anything you want. And there's not a person in this room who won't work round the clock to see that you get it.

Darla:
Gung ho, are they? Because all I'm sensing right now is big, stinky, fear. [smiles in Holland's face, then turns to Lindsey] But not from you. [walks over to him] Do you know what I'm getting from you, Lindsey? [leans in close to his neck as if to bite him, then pulls back] Nothing. Why aren't you afraid?

Lindsey:
I don't know.

Darla:
You could die here. Chances are you will.

Lindsey:
I know.

Darla:
And you don't care.

Lindsey:
I care. I guess I just don't mind.

Holland:
No one's going to die here. This is just a friendly get-together amongst colleagues. [Dru is dancing around Holland's back] We're all on the same side.

Darla:
I love this room. Dru, honey, in our new digs we have to put in a people cellar.

[Holland smiles, but the smile fades quickly.]