Post by Tsuki on Oct 3, 2010 15:53:51 GMT -5
&Tsuki's Relations
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& People who matter
[/color][/font][/b][/center]Inseparable>> Gunn: Five herb shops in Chinatown; we've been to four. How come whatever we're searching for is always in the last place we look?
Wesley: I suppose it's one of the unwritten laws of being a dick. Uh, um, sleuth, a gumshoe, Sherlock.
Gunn: All I know is you use the word dick again, and we're gonna have a problem. So what's the name of this place anyway?
Wesley: Van Hoa Dong
Childhood Friends >>
Gunn: [playing a video game] Dead! So dead! So very, very dead. Just how dead are you, huh?
Angel: I'm tired of being the dead one.
Best Friends >> Cordelia: (on Fred's invention) God, I really wish she wouldn't leave her toys laying around.
Gunn: Ooh, pretty wicked looking toy.
Wesley: I'll say. It almost looks like a spring-loaded decapitation device.
Cordelia: Or it makes toast. With her you never know.
Close Friends >> Cordelia: I'm right as rain.
Fred: I never understood that saying-right as rain. How is rain right? Or wrong for that matter? Okay, I suppose if there's a flood it's wrong, and speaking of floods, or just being overwhelmed, what's it like to have a vision?
Cordelia: Wow. Y'know, next to you, I am downright linear.
Good Friends >> Lorne: Back in Pylea, they used to call me 'sweet potato'.
Connor: Really?
Lorne: Yeah, well, the exact translation was 'fragrant tuber', but...
Average Friends >>[Cordelia strong-arms Doyle into reading for her commercial.]
Doyle: 'If you need help, then look no further. Angel Investigations is the best. Our rats are low...'
Cordelia: 'Rates'!
Doyle: It says 'rats'... '...Our rates are low, but our standards are high. When the chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope, you need someone that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here. Someone who'll go all the way, who'll protect you no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices, and you'll see that there's still heroes in this world.' ...Is that it? Am I done?
Friend Of A Friend >> Lorne: How you holding up?
Angel: Oh, I want to go bad. I'm just waiting for Wes to have that Eureka moment.
Wesley: (from the other room) EUREKA!
Angel: Jeez. Oh, thank god.
Lorne: You mean he actually says Eureka?
Someone To Talk To >>[Angel bumps into Sunnydale acquaintance Cordelia at a Hollywood party.]
Cordelia: So, um, are you still... 'Grrr'?
Angel: Yeah. There's not actually a cure for that.
Name Bases >> [Fred is onstage at a karaoke bar, singing "Crazy".]
Cordelia: I swear, she picked out the song herself.
& People who don't
[/color][/font][/b][/center]Hardcore Enemies >>Cordelia: (to Billy) Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow aimed at your jugular. And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me.
Strong Hatred >> [Wesley steers a small ship across the dark ocean.]
Justine: So, what's it gonna be tonight, captain? Bicycle, old tire, or maybe we'll get real lucky and catch us nice shopping cart. Here's a wacky thought: why don't you swim down there yourself?
[Wesley flips a switch and looks down at a readout.]
Wesley: No contact. We'll try the next grid.
[He walks over to the map laid out on the table and makes some markings.]
Justine: You really think finding Angel is going to change anything?
Wesley: Everything changes.
Justine: Well, I guess anything is better than sitting around in my cage all day with nothing to do but to fill my bucket.
Wesley: Perhaps you should have considered that before slitting my throat.
[He walks back to the steering wheel.]
Justine: The great Wesley Wyndham-Price, the shining beacon of all that's good and pure. But wait, no! That's before he started banging the enemy and keeping slave-girl in his closet.
Wesley: You were always a slave, Justine. You just couldn't see the chains.
Justine: Thanks, Swami, I'll meditate on that.
Wesley: You think she would be disappointed?
Justine: Who?
Wesley: Your sister. That's where it all began, isn't it? Sister murdered by a vampire, consumed by a need of revenge...
Justine: For justice!
Wesley: Is that what you call it? Turning a son against his father.
Justine: Angel got what he deserved.
Wesley: We all get what we deserve. You and Holtz deserved each other. You two have so much in common. Pain, loss, deep seated lack of anything approaching humor.
Justine: I don't know. We had a few laughs. Getting you to steal Angel's baby, now that was a good one.
Wesley: Better than tricking Connor into sinking his father to the bottom of the ocean?
Justine: Well, that was worth a couple of yuks, too.
Wesley: Not much of a plan though, was it, really? Easy to figure out which door to kick in when Angel went missing. And not much harder to persuade you to betray everything Holtz had given his life for. Not that it was worth very much. Well, you should know. You're the one that ended it.
[Justine picks up the wrench that was holding down the maps and hauls back to hit the back of Wesley's head.]
Wesley: [Without turning to look] I'll take away your bucket.
[Justine tosses the wrench back on the table.]
Strong Dislike >>Lorne: Say mom, when I disappeared, did you notice anything...odd?
Lorne's mother: We noticed much feasting and celebration. Your brother Numfar performed the dance of joy for three moons . [shouts to a boy in the background] Numfar! Do the dance of joy.
Mutual Dislike >> Lilah: Cordelia Chase, right? You came here to gloat?
Cordelia: I can do that anywhere. Are you going to invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire. (walks in)
Lilah: (sarcastically) Please, come on in.
Cordelia: I want you to tell me about Billy. Everything you didn't tell Angel. I want you to help me stop him.
Lilah: And what makes you think I'm going to do that?
Cordelia: Well, your face, for starters.
Lilah: I know the risks of my job, and I accept them.
Cordelia: Then why were you crying five minutes ago. (Lilah looks surprised) There's not a thing about badly re-applied mascara that I don't know.
Lilah: I am not Lindsay McDonald. I don't switch sides whenever it gets tough. And since when is this your job? I thought Angel was the Dark Revenger.
Cordelia: Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.
Lilah: So you know me.
Cordelia: Please, I was you. With better shoes.
Lilah: These are Versace.
Cordelia: Fall collection?
Lilah: Next spring.
Cordelia: He's widened the heel.
Lilah: And rounded the toe.
Cordelia: That won't work with pink.
Lilah: The pink is out this spring.
Cordelia: Billy makes people crazy.
Lilah: Not all people. Just men. He brings out a primal misogyny in them. Turns them into killers.
Cordelia: Then why didn't he do it to Angel?
Lilah: Angel's seen him?
Cordelia: Yes, right before he escaped from the cops. (Lilah laughs) What's so witty?
Lilah: Billy's touch work's differently on different men. Some lose their mind in an instant. Others, can take hours. Gee, I sure hope Angel isn't starting to feel testy.
Cordelia: You better hope it.
Lilah: I know. I've seen his dark side.
Cordelia: You really haven't. (Lilah looks nervous) I have to find Billy.
Lilah: And I'm going to help you why?
Cordelia: You know that guy you hired to hack into my visions? What he did to me? You know what it felt like? I was cut, torn up, my face disfigured and burning with pain every second, not knowing if it was going to end or just get worse until I died.
Lilah: So you think I owe you?
Cordelia: It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it. That your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down, because he doesn't even think of you as alive. No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to hold the mantle of vicious bitch would ever put up with it. Where is Billy going?
Backstabber >> [Gunn tries to understand the grim changes in Wesley.]
Gunn: What happened to you, man?
Wesley: I had my throat cut and all my friends abandoned me.
Jealousy >> [Lilah is sitting on Wesley's table, dressed up as Fred.]
Lilah, as Fred: Forget about that evil witch. Let's talk about me. I'm good, and pure, and science turns me on, and one day, if I pray hard enough and eat all my vegetables, I just might have hips!
Wesley: Are you finished?
Lilah: Did it turn you on? Watching her up there in front of all those braniacs knowing she was the smartest one in the room?
Wesley: Her theories deserve attention.
Lilah: Just her theories? I saw the way you looked at her. Oh, come on. Do you think I care about your little crush? Moon all you want of the Texas twig 'cause I know whose bed you'll be crawling into at the end of the day. Or the middle of it.
Wesley: You think you know me?
Lilah: Better than she ever will.
Ex-Friend >> [Angel has just saved Rachel from a violently abusive boyfriend, while Spike watches — and narrates — from the rooftop.]
Spike [as Rachel, falsetto]: How can I thank you, you mysterious, black-clad, hunk of a night thing?
Spike [as Angel, basso]: No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a bad-ass vampire, but love and a pesky curse defanged me. Now I'm just a big, fluffy puppy with bad teeth. [Rachel sways closer to Angel; he steps back, warding her off with his hands.] No, not the hair! Never the hair!
Spike [as Rachel]: But there must be some way I can show my appreciation.
Spike [as Angel]: No, helping those in need's my job. And working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough!
Spike [as Rachel]: I understand. I have a nephew who's gay, so...
Spike [as Angel]: Ah. Say no more. Evil's still afoot ... and I'm almost out of that nancy-boy hair gel that I like so much. Quickly! To the Angelmobile — AWAY! [Rachel and Angel leave. Spike lights a cigarette.]
Spike [as Spike]: Go on, Liam. Play the big, strapping hero while you can. You have a few surprises coming your way—the Ring of Amarra, a visit from your old pal Spike, and—oh, yeah—your gruesome, horrible death.
Bitter Ex >>Wesley: I don't need to hear your evil plans.
Lilah: No, it just turns you on, knowing I have them.
Wesley: Shut up, Lilah.
Lilah: Make me.
Annoyance >> Spike: [barges into Angel's office] Hello, big guy! Need another car. Afraid this last one ended up in the drink... [stops in mid-thought when he sees puppet Angel sitting at the desk]
Puppet Angel: [anxiously] Spike...
Spike: [staring] Look at you.
Puppet Angel: [gesturing with his hands] Just turn around and walk away.
Spike: [still staring] You're a—
Puppet Angel: Spike!
Spike: You're a bloody puppet! [starts laughing uncontrollably]
& The heart that compels me...
[/font][/b][/center]Life Mate>> Cordelia: Lemme break it down for you, Fred.
Cordy [as Buffy]: Oh, Angel, I know that I am a Slayer, and you're a vampire and it would be impossible for us to be together, but—
Wesley [as Angel]: But... my gypsy curse sometimes prevents me from seeing the truth. Oh, Buffy...
Cordy [as Buffy]: Yes, Angel?
Wesley [as Angel]: I love you so much, I almost forgot to brood.
Cordy [as Buffy]: And just because I sent you to Hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends.
Wesley [as Angel]: Or possibly more?
Cordy [as Buffy]: Gasp! No! We mustn't!
Wesley [as Angel]: Kiss me!
Cordy [as Buffy]: Bite me!
Angel: [entering] How 'bout you both bite me?
Fred: You're back!
Gunn: How'd it go?
Angel: I think those two pretty much summed it up.
Current >> Drusilla: Look what I made. It's called Willy.
William: William.
Future >>Gunn: So...werewolf girl. Think you got a shot?
Angel: She gave me a look.
Wesley: Really? A look?
Friends With Benefits >> Darla: Well, you know what they say... life's full of surprises.
[Darla leaves the bar revealing her incredibly pregnant belly.]
Mutual Crush >>[Doyle returns from a dangerous task.]
Cordelia: You're alive!
Doyle: And you're not happy?
Cordelia: We were worried.
Doyle: Oh! Well, it's all gonna be okay n... [Cordelia slaps him] ...What was that for?
Cordelia: Why didn't you tell me you were half demon? I thought we agreed that secrets are bad!
Doyle: I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. I thought if I did, you'd reject me.
Cordelia: I rejected you way before now! So you're half demon! Big whoop!! I can't believe you'd think I'd care about that. I mean, I work for a vampire! Hel-lo?
Doyle: It's true. I just...
Cordelia: What do you think I am, superficial? I mean, you're half demon. That's so far down the list. Way under 'short.' And 'poor.' Is there anything else I should know?
Doyle: The half demon thing? Pretty much my big secret.
Cordelia: Good. That's out. It's done. Would you ask me out for dinner, already?
Crush On Me >> [As Angel and the Groosalugg battle, Cordelia steps between them]
Cordelia: Stop! I love him!
Angel: You love me?
Cordelia: Not you, dumb-ass! Him!
Angel: [quietly] I mean, as a friend, and co-worker...
Crush on you >> Cordelia: [looking at apartment] Oh, my gosh. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?
Doyle: [looking at Cordelia] Nope. Never.
Physical Attraction >> [Doyle finds a bra in Cordelia's messy living room and holds it up.]
Cordelia: Oh, that is so high school. "Ooh-ooh! Cordelia wears bras! She has girl parts!"
Fling >> Cordelia: [to Doyle] Let me explain the lore here, okay? They suffer, they fight—that's business as usual. They get groiny with one another—the world as we know it falls apart.
Flirt >> Angel: So what are you looking for?
Kate: Me? I guess it depends on how many daiquiris I've had. Wow, way to come off as a drunken slut.
Ex-Lover >> [Buffy visits Angel.]
Doyle: So, that's the Slayer.
Cordelia: That's our little Buffy.
Doyle: Well, she seemed a little...
Cordelia: Bulgarian in that outfit?
Doyle: Naw, I was gonna say 'hurt'.
Cordelia: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.
& Everyone else
[/color][/font][/b][/center]Fake Friend >>Angel: The enemy of my enemy...
Lilah: Can kiss my ass too.
Mixed Feelings >>Angel: Hi. Can I come in?
Kate: Oh, that's right. You have to be invited in, don't you?
Angel: [pause] You've been doing your homework.
Kate: Want to quiz me? I'm just full of fun facts. For instance, I learned that your friend has been in L.A. before, did you know that? Yeah, at least twice. Once in 1929 and again in 1963. Oh, and there was something in Boston in 1908, I think he was there, too.
Angel: So you believe me.
Kate: Yes, I believe you...
Angel: Good, because he's planning something el...
Kate: ...Angelus. Isn't that what he called you? Angelus? I looked it up, it's all right there. The demon with the face of an angel. A particularly brutal bastard, by all accounts. Oh, and no, you can't come in.
Angel: I can't make up for the past, Kate, I know that...
Kate: No, you can't. In fact, all of this? What's happening now? Is because of you. You made him, didn't you?
Angel: Then let me help end it. Please.
Kate: 'Please.' Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time. 'Please.' 'No.' 'Don't.' Thanks for the offer, but I don't need your help. I know what to do. Drive a stake right through the son of a bitch's heart. And when that happens, I suggest you don't be there, because the next time we meet, I'll do the same to you.
Confused Feelings >>Eve: And I guess it all worked out. Connor's OK, you're happy. Maybe Wesley knew what he was doing after all. Even if he doesn't remember any of it.
Angel: That's got nothing to do with... I just want to be kept informed. That's all.
Eve: Is it? Or are you worried about the next time Wesley betrays you trying to do "the right thing"?
Bad Influence >> Spike: You pissed in the big man's chair? That's fantastic!
Gunn: Spike, can you please turn off that warm fuzzy?
Spike: What? The Lorne thing? Wore off. I just think that's bloody fabulous.
You Protective Over Me >> Mr. Burkle: And to think, we were wondering when to call the police on a bunch of superheroes.
Angel: Oh, I'm not really a hero.
Gunn: More like a blood-sucking fiend.
Mr. Burkle: Well frankly, Angel, I don't care if you drink pig's blood, cow's blood, or those froofy little imported beers. You saved my little girl.
Respect >>
Cordelia: Well, someone has to go out there and cheer him up. [Angel reluctantly stands] Oh, please. Someone with a heartbeat? [walks over to sofa] Hi, Doyle! Are you gonna become loser pining guy, like, full time now? 'Cause, you know, we already have one of those around the office.
Angel: Hey!
Doyle: Hey!
Cordelia: He can get away with it. He's tall, and... and look at the way clothes hang on him! But you...
Angel: Okay, I think you've cheered us up enough.
Cordelia: You can't live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day. Did I mention letting it go?
Doyle: Twice.
Cordelia: [sits beside Doyle] You're gonna get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.
Doyle: ...You think I'm a nice guy?
Cordelia: I think it, I say it. It's my way
Me Protective Over You >> [Angel puts a hand on Doyle's shoulder. Doyle puts his hand on Angel's arm.]
Doyle: The good fight, yeah? You never know until you've been tested. I get that now.
[He hauls back and hits Angel with a hard right to the chin, knocking him down into the cargo hold. He turns to Cordelia and they kiss. There is a strange blue light between their lips just before they part.]
Doyle: Too bad we'll never know... [Morphs into his demons face]...if this is a face you could learn to love.
[Angel picks himself up of the floor of the cargo hold, runs over to the ladder and climbs back up.]
Angel: Doyle. Doyle. Doyle! Doyle! NO!
[Doyle jumps over to the beacon just before Angel reaches the platform. He grabs a hold of its metal frame, turns his head and smiles at Angel and Cordelia.]
Angel: No!
[Doyle morphs back to human and tries to pull the cable connection apart as the light gets brighter and starts to melt the skin off his face. Everybody watches spellbound as Doyle manages to pull the cable apart just before he burns up. The beacon goes dark. All the Lister demons stare at the fading beacon in shock. Cordelia starts crying and Angel pulls her into a hug, teary-eyed himself.]
Love/Hate >>Angel: Sit down.
Connor: You're too weak to take me.
Angel: You really think that?
[Connor looks at Angel for another moment, then turns, picks up the chair, slams it down on the floor, and sits facing Angel. Gunn begins to stir and sit up. Angel lowers himself into a chair across from Connor with a slight sigh.]
Angel: So, how was your summer? Mine was fun. Saw some fish, went mad with hunger, hallucinated a whole bunch.
Connor: You deserved worse.
Angel: Because I killed Holtz, except I didn't. I tried telling you that while you were busy offshore dumping me, but I didn't know the whole score. Holtz killed himself. Actually he had your buddy Justine do it with an ice pick. Just to make you hate me.
Connor: Even if, you still deserved it.
Angel: What I deserve is open to debate. But understand there is a difference between wishing vengeance on someone and taking it. So now the questions becomes: what do you deserve?
[Connor suddenly umps up from his chair and runs for the door, but Angel intercepts him, tossing him against the wall.]
Angel: Daddy's not finished talking.
[He crouches down next to where Connor sits, scrunched up against the wall.]
Angel: Wesley told me everything that's been going on. So, as far as I'm concerned what you deserve rests on one answer: [Angel leans in closer.] Did you do something to Cordelia?
Connor: No.
Fred: He's lying.
Connor: No, I'm not!
Gunn: No way she just happened to disappear the same night.
Connor: I'm telling the truth, okay?
Angel: I know. You've done enough lying for me to know the difference. The truth has a better sound to it, less nasal, you know? Get up. [Connor stands up.] I can tell. What you did to me… was unbelievable, Connor. But then, I got stuck in a hell dimension by my girlfriend one time for a hundred years, so three months under the ocean actually gave me perspective. Kind of a M. C. Esher perspective — but I did get time to think. About us, about the world. Nothing in the world is the way it ought to be. It's harsh, and cruel. But that's why there's us. Champions. It doesn't matter where we come from, what we've done or suffered, or even if we make a difference. We live as though the world were as it should be, to show it what it can be. You're not a part of that yet. I hope you will be. I love you, Connor. Now get out of my house.
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