Angel, Season 5

Lawson:
Did they at least torture you? Please tell me they did.

Angel:
Never gave them a chance. Jumped ship... off the coast of Maine. Went underground till the war was over.

Lawson:
Like any other coward.

Angel:
Wars are won and lost by men.

Lawson:
You mean...like me? No, wait, that doesn't apply anymore, does it?

Angel:
I never wanted to do this to you.

Lawson:
Oh, put your hanky away. I know how important the technology they pulled from the sub was to helping us stop the Germans. Sounded like a fair shake. One person damned to make the world safe for future generations. [looks over at Angel's gang] Except these guys.

Angel:
Killing them's not going to change the past.

Lawson:
But it'll hurt you. Maybe that's enough.

Angel:
Never is.

Lawson:
Then maybe I found my mission again after all these years.

Angel:
Being an evil son of a bitch not keeping you busy?

Lawson:
We all need a reason to live, even if we're already dead. Mom, apple pie, the stars and stripes... That was good enough for me till I met you. Then I had this whole creature-of-the-night thing going for me-the joy of destruction and death-and I embraced it. I did all the terrible things a monster does-murdered women and children, tortured fathers and husbands just to hear 'em scream-and through it all... I felt nothing. 60 years of blood drying in my throat like ashes. So what do you think? Is it me, chief? Or does everyone you sired feel this way?

Angel:
You're the only one I ever did this to...after I got a soul.

Lawson:
Do I have one, too?

Angel:
I don't think it works that way, son.

Lawson:
Didn't think so.

[Lawson attacks Angel.]