The Prodigal
Angel: Anna.
Anna: Master Liam?
Dad: You're a disgrace.
Angel: If you say so father.
Kate: It's uhm - it's not a person, is it?
Angel: No. Demon.
Kate: Is it...
Angel: Dead? Yeah, Kate, it-it's dead.
Kate: So they - so they die then.
Angel: Yeah.
Kate: Sorry, I guess I'm still having a little trouble with this otherworldly stuff.
Angel: Right. - Although demons aren't technicallly otherworldly. I mean, in fact they were here - first.
Kate: So, do I call the coroner or hazardous materials?
Angel: Los Angeles, Kate, you've seen this kind of thing before, probably a lot. You just don't have a name for it, that's all.
Kate: No, I think I'd remember.
Angel: Yeah, well, people have a way of seeing what they need to.
Delivery Guy: The guy came right at me.
Kate: Why?
Delivery Guy: He didn't say.
Kate: No. Why did you pull the emergency brake?
Delivery Guy: It was an emergency?
Darla: Who is he?
Maid: Who, that one?
Darla: Yes. - He's magnificent.
Maid: Oh, yeah, God's gift, alright.
Darla: Really? I've never know god to be so generous.
Maid: Oh, his lies sound pretty when the stars are out. - But he forgets every promise he's made when the sun comes up again.
Darla: That wouldn't really be a problem for me actually.
Angel: It's just that the ah, evil thing - turns out it wasn't an evil thing.
Kate: The evil thing wasn't an evil thing?
Angel: Well, it was an evil thing in terms of that word. It just wasn't an evil evil thing.
Kate: There are not evil evil things.
Kate: An evil thing needs a reason?
Kate: Angel. There is nothing here. Your not evil evil thing was just evil. Okay? Now can't we just leave it at that?
Wesley: Well, she'll come around. I think you'll find that most people require some period of adjustment after being confronted with the dark forces, which surround us. Women in particular...
* Cordlia crouches over the dead demon waving a hacksaw *
Cordelia: Found it!
* Wesley watches Cordelia sawing into the demon *
Wesley: Struggle with it.
Dad: If you go courting trouble, you're sure to find it.
Trevor: What's wrong with him?
Kate: Nothing!
Trevor: Must be something wrong with him. He married?
Kate: No.
Trevor: West Hollywood?
Kate: Daddy, no! - Angel's just - not my type. Or I'm not his type. There is definitely a type involved and it's the wrong one.
Trevor: He's got a job.
Kate: Yeah, he's a P.I.
Trevor: Private Investigator. He any good?
Kate: Yeah, he's good. - Very good. - He doesn't mind working nights.
Trevor: That's good. - That's good that he's good.
Kate: You came all the way down here to talk about a guy you saw me out with once?
Trevor: Well, - he made an impression.
Kate: You like him?
Trevor: No, not really.
Cordelia: Move your - entrails.
Darla: Welcome to my world. It hurts, I know, but not for long. Birth is always painful.
Alarm: Door is open.
Cordelia: Yeah. Thanks.
Alarm: Bathroom window is ajar.
Alarm: Window is open.
Cordelia: I'm unplugging it!
Angel: She thought I returned to her - an angel.
Dad: Murderer!
Angel: Strange. - Somehow you seemed taller when I was alive.
Dad: Lord, bind this demon now.
Angel: To think I ever let such a tiny, trembling thing make me feel the way you did.
Dad: I pray ye, give me your protection, Father.
Angel: You told me I wasn't a man. You told me I was nothing - and I believed you. You said I'd never amount to anything. Well, you were wrong. You see, father? - I have made something out of myself after all.
Angel: I wanted to save him. He - he wouldn't let me.
Demon: You have no comprehension! You do not understand what stands before you!
Angel: A big, ugly, drug-running demon, who thinks he is a lot scarier than he is, maybe? Yeah. She knows.
Demon: You're dead!
Angel: I'm already dead. Welcome to the club... You okay? - Never trust an evil evil thing.
Darla: You're victory over him took but moments.
Angel: Yes?
Darla: But his defeat of you will last life times.
Angel: What are you talking about? He can't defeat me now.
Darla: Nor can he ever approve of you - in this world or any other. - What we once were informs all that we have become. The same love will infect our hearts - even if they no longer beat. Simple death won't change that.
Angel: Love? - Is this the work of love?
Darla: Darling boy. - So young. Still so very young.