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UNTOUCHED

Darla: "Exciting, isn"t it?"
Lilah: "Darla. - I didn"t see you."
Darla: "Going through their things, all the little pieces of themselves locked away, given you a naughty little thrill of control."

Lilah: "I just like to keep abreast of his latest project. He"s probably in my office right now trying to find out about mine. That"s just how it works at our firm."

Darla: "Hmm, all you busy little worker bees, plotting your little schemes.

Lilah: "Calynthia powder? Is that how you keep Angel sleeping - when he"s with you?"

Darla: "There is nothing so lovely as dreams. Everything is in them, everything hidden. Open those chambers and you can truly understand someone - and control them."
Lilah: "And what"s hidden in Angel"s secret chambers?"
Darla: "Horrors."
Wesley: "That"s so typical of your kind."
Cordy: "At least I"m not a sheep like you."
Wesley: "I am not a sheep!"
Cordy: "You"re such a sheep! You"ve never had an opinion that you didn"t read in a book."

Wesley: "At least I"ve opened a book."

Cordy: "Oh, don"t even try with the snooty, wooly boy.
I was top 10% of my class!"

Wesley: "What class? Advanced bosoms?"
Cordy: "Oh!"
Angel: "Hey! - What the hell is going on here?"
Cordy: "We were just discussing whether or not we should offer to pay Gunn."
Angel: "No you weren"t."
Wesley: "Well, our discussions tend to go about three minutes, then it"s strictly name calling and hair pulling."

Cordy: "Ebeneezer here doesn"t want to share the wealth."
Wesley: "I didn"t say that. I merely said Gunn might be insulted by the offer. He"s a - proud sort of fellow."
Cordy: "He"s been doing for us. He should pull in a check."
Angel: "I"ll think about asking him, alright?"

Cordy: "No think. Pay. That"s an order."
Angel: "Hey! How about we pretend that you work for me?"
Cordy: "You are really unpleasant when you:"
Angel: "Then why don"t we pretend that you don"t."
Cordy: "You can"t fire me. I"m vision girl."

Angel: "All right. I"ll think about asking him, alright? Maybe - on a case by case."

Cordy: "My hero."
Wesley: "I was going to suggest that."

Cordy: "Ah-huh."
Angel: "I-is there coffee?"
Cordy: "There was - in the morning. It"s ten o"clock at night."
Angel: "Oh. Huh. Just a little disoriented. I"ve been sleeping weird."
Wesley: "Weird how?"
Angel: "I don"t know."
Wesley: "I mean, it"s been going on for a bit hasn"t it? You sleep more, you"re less rested. - Are you dreaming?"

Cordy: "Well, boys, I think we have a customer:"
"Okay - a girl she"s in an alley - Hollywood and Wilcox. Oh, she"s so scared!"
Wesley: "Go."
Cordy: "Oh god, he"s gonna be too late."
Bearded Guy: "What you making us run around for?"
"Hey, I get it first. Think I want your seconds? You pig. Guy"s a pig."

Intro

Angel: "So, what have we got here?"
Officer: "Uh - you"re not:"
Angel: "Hey, you wanna get behind the tape? You wanna gawk, go home and watch a high speed chase on Fox. You want to think about keeping the tourists off my crime scene?"

Officer: "But I-I"m:"
Angel: "I"m out of vice three weeks, I"ve seen enough amateur night crap to fill a mini-series. You wanna pretend that"s not a cub scouts uniform and tell me about dead people?"


Officer: "Uh, well, detective, what happened is we had to scrape them off the wall. Guys got pinned by a two ton dumpster."

Angel: "It fell on them."
Officer: "Ah, no. They were actually pinned to the wall. Looks like somebody might have shoved the dumpster from the side."
Angel: "Have to be somebody pretty strong."

Officer: "Yeah. You"re telling me. Splashed those guys all the way up here."
Angel: "It"s not their blood."
Officer: "Excuse me?"
Angel: "You seen a girl tonight? - Maybe a little scared - beat-up?"

Officer: "Huh-uh. Nobody but our Mr. Bills. You know "Oh no, Mr. Bill" - krech!"

Angel: "Right."
Detective: "So, what have we got here?"
Angel: "Hey."
Bethany: "What do you want?"
Angel: "You"re bleeding."
Bethany: "Just stay away from me."
Angel: "I just want to ask you a few questions, that"s all."
Bethany: "You don"t understand. I"m - I"m really uh, upset right now. I think it"s best if you just:"

Angel: "You were in that alley, weren"t you?"
Bethany: "No! - I mean - what alley? I"m going."
Angel: "Hold on a second."
Bethany: "Oh god. I told you. I tried to tell you."
Angel: "Please wait."
Bethany: "W-what are you?"
Angel: "I"ve come to help you. My name is Angel."
Bethany: "Great. I"ve stabbed an angel. Now I"m really never getting into heaven."
Angel: "I"m not an angel. It"s just a name."
Bethany: "But - how did you:"
Angel: "Well, I"m different from most people - like you are. - Those men in they alley - they tried to hurt you, didn"t they? But you stopped them."
Bethany: "I didn"t mean to. They followed me from the club. It wasn"t:"
Angel: "It"s okay."
Bethany: "Yeah, it"s just great!"
Angel: "You"re not from L.A., are you? Got family in town? - Me neither. - Town kind of attracts loners, don"t you think?"

Bethany: "You can"t make me go anywhere with you."
Angel: "I think that message got through. And I would never try. Wait. Take this. If you need anything - a place to stay:"

Bethany: "I"m staying with a friend."
Angel: "Someone to talk to. - Think about it. - I won"t hurt you - and you can"t hurt me. - You may need that."

"Ah. Oh. Okay, maybe she can hurt me a little."
Lilah: "Bethany."
Bethany: "Hi! Sorry I"m late."
Lilah: "I was starting to get worried."
"So, how was the club? You have any fun?"
Bethany: "It was okay."
Lilah: "Any cute boys? I"m sorry I couldn"t make it. But work just got insane, and our new clients are monsters."


Bethany: "Here. Let me."
Lilah: "Oh, I like folding. It"s like a Zen exercise for me. It levels me out after work."

Bethany: "You got to let me help. I gotta at least: It"s enough you letting me stay here."


Lilah: "Didn"t we vow you were gonna stop that? Didn"t we make a blood oath?
I *love* having you here."
Bethany: "You know, when you came and spoke at our school, I was so: There was someone who got out, who made it by themselves. I-I"m saying it wrong."
Lilah: "No. You"re not."
Bethany: "I couldn"t believe you even talked to me."
Lilah: "See? You have no idea. You"re special, Bethany. - In the old, non-retarded sense of the word. You think I tour high schools across America, saying "look me up" to everyone I meet? You have a power about you. Other people are gonna start to know that."
Bethany: "I guess I"m getting kind of sleepy."
Lilah: "I bet you are. I"m still kind of wired. I might stare at the TV for a while."
Bethany: "Good night, Lilah."
Lilah: "Sweet dreams."
Cordy: "I can"t get this bandage to: Stop moving!"
Angel: "I"m not."
Cordy: "Well, then stop breathing."
Angel: "I don"t breathe."
Cordy: "Then stop flexing your manly boob-muscles or whatever."

Wesley: "That"s an ugly looking wound."
Angel: "It doesn"t feel pretty either."

Wesley: "We should definitely approach this girl with caution. - I guess you already figured that out."
Angel: "She"s very powerful. We got to find out everything we can about her."
Cordy: "Like - oh, say, her name?"
Angel: "I was impaled at the time."
Cordy: "Of course. Perfectly understandable."
Angel: "You know how hard it is to think straight with a re-bar through your torso?"
Cordy: "Actually, I do. Benefits of a Sunnydale education. No address or anything?"
Angel: "She said she was staying with a friend."
Cordy: "Well, that narrows it down to people with friends. Where do we keep that list?"
Angel: "She"s not local. Traces of an accent. North-east - maybe Ohio: and everything about her tells me she is on the run, so:"

Cordy: "So look into runaways from the north-east."
Angel: "And cross-reference it with supernatural occurrences. The way she went off tonight, I doubt she"s been able to stay low profile."

Wesley: "Angel, you"re sure this isn"t a demon of some kind?"
Angel: "She"s just a girl."
Cordy: "Just a girl that can kill your ass by blinking."

Angel: "She needs help. She"s out of control. She"s just - lost. What do we know about telekinesis?"
Wesley: "Ah. Yes. The power of moving things with one"s mind. That"s pretty much it. The power of - moving: I-I"m better with demons, really."

Angel: "Time to broaden your horizons."
Gunn: "You call, I come. Loaded for bear, ready for battle, and something else that starts with B."
Wesley: "What is that?"
Gunn: "Ah, isn"t that thing? Some of the kids at my camp put it together for me. Thought I might get the chance to stick it in something now."
Cordy: "Men are all alike."
Gunn: "Fair Cordelia - you still saving my life?"
Cordelia: "Every minute."
Gunn: "How"s that working out?"
Cordy: "You"re alive, aren"t you?"
Gunn: "So, what kind of scaly Pus-monster you all want me to slay this time?"

Angel: "Actually we were hoping you could do some leg-work for us."

Gunn: "Leg-work? That kind of leaves me high and dry with my cool new ax."

Angel: "I"m trying to find a girl. She smashed a couple of would-be rapists with a dumpster."

Gunn: "Must have been a hefty kind of girl."
Angel: "We think she did it psychically."

Wesley: "Telekinesis, the power of moving things with..."
Gunn: "Yeah, I have heard the word. So, what you all need me to do?"
Angel: "I"m interested in the guys. They got..."
Cordelia: "Smushed?"
Angel: "Not far from your neighborhood, around Hollywood and Wilcox. You think you could find out who they are?"
Gunn: "You got it. But if I come back here on the end of a spatula, I"m expecting some serious workman"s comp!"
Cordy: "See? Workman"s comp - he wants to get paid!"
Angel: "Cordelia..."
Cordy: "The poor man can"t even afford a real ax!"
Angel: "Okay. Okay. Listen, I"ll bring it up. I"m going to bed. - It"s been a long day."

Cordy: "You"ve been up for three hours."
Angel: "Cordelia - find the girl."
Man: "Shh, rabbit. Let"s go downstairs - just you and me."
"Don"t make a fuss, rabbit."
Bethany: "No. No. No. Oh my god."
Lilah: "Bethany..."
Bethany: "I"m so sorry! I"m sorry."
Lilah: "Don"t - don"t go!"
Darla: "Remember Rumania, don"t you? In front of the fire, with the gypsy girl - all bound and gagged.
You took her right there. You sucked her blood until she was dry."
Angel: "Well?"
Cordy: "Top of the middle of the day to you, too. And no, no leads worth mentioning. Of course we lost a little time during my 45 minutes of sleep. Good thing I left some clothes here, or you would be smelling me even now."
Angel: "Gunn check in?"
Cordy: "Huh-uh."
Angel: "How about you? How"s it coming?"
Wesley: "Well, most of my reading suggests that telekinesis is a psychic phenomenon that occurrs during periods of extreme emotional stress."

Angel: "Well, that tracks. We got to find her."

Cordy: "Well, I think I may have a lead."
Angel: "Hey. How are you?"
Bethany: "Bethany. Bethany Chaulk. - You said I couldn"t hurt you. - That if I needed anything..."
Angel: "You"re safe here."
Wesley: "We"re all - safe people."
Angel: "This is uhm - Wesley and Cordelia."
Bethany: "So, it"s a family business, huh?"
Angel: "Friends. Come on in."
Bethany: "Sorry. I"m just - so tired."
Angel: "Would you like some tea?"
Bethany: "Yeah. Please."
Cordy: "You shouldn"t worry. Angel does this kind of thing all the time."
Bethany: "Makes tea?"
Cordy: "Helps people. You know, he helps people with problems."
Bethany: "So what"s wrong with you?"
Wesley: "Where to begin?"
Holland: "Wow. That little girl gave you one heck of a shiner, didn"t she? You think the alley scenario was too much?"
Lilah: "I assure you, sir, I have the utmost confidence..."
Holland: "Oh, don"t utmost confidence me. You know, some people might say that you lost control over this girl.
If this is how she is now, what happens when you pull the trigger? She"s got the profile, but an assassin"s no good if it can"t be controlled.

But do you know what I say? - Nonsense!
I say, Lilah Morgan found this girl, Lilah Morgan recruited this girl for a reason,
and Lilah Morgan is gonna bring this girl into the welcoming arms of Wolfram and Hart."


Lilah: "I *will* find her."
Lilah: "Hello. - Bethany. No I"m so glad you called. - No, I was worried. - No, I"m fine. - Where are you?"
Bethany: "They"re Cordy"s. Feel kinda funny."

Angel: "You look nice. Did you get a hold of your friend? Is she okay?"
Bethany: "She says she"s fine - worried about me. How do you explain... She"d just think I"m crazy."

Angel: "Are you?"
Bethany: "What?"
Angel: "Well, if you are, you know, crazy, I just think that things will go - smoother if I know up front."
Bethany: "I probably am. I - I don"t wanna - I don"t wanna talk about me and share, or whatever. We-we can talk about stuff, but... I don"t know. You"re the expert, right?"
Angel: "I wouldn"t exactly say that. I just - have some experience in dealing with the kind of power - that needs to be controlled."
Bethany: "I don"t want to control it. I want it gone."
Cordy: "What is she doing?"
Wesley: "They"re talking, yes?"
Cordy: "There is something. She"s got a vibe. I"m getting a vibe. She"s viby."

Wesley: "I didn"t notice a vibe."
Cordy: "Well, all evidence to the contrary, Wes, but you"re not a woman. Women and sex, it"s not like you guys, we see more levels. Are you even listening?"

Bethany: "It"s like - there is a flash - like - something pops in my brain, and then I"m - it"s like - uhm, there"s an undertow.
Like there is no gravity and by body is being pulled in different directions, but inside, you know?"
Angel: "Does it hurt?"
Bethany: "Yes. No - It"s just for a second, then I"m back."
Angel: "And you only feel it when you make things move."
Bethany: "I don"t make them move. I go into this and when I come back things aren"t where I left them."

Angel: "You"ve never done it on purpose?"

Bethany: "Of course not."
Angel: "You never thought "man, the remote is too far away and I"d have to get up""
Bethany: "It"s not a parlor trick! It"s - It"s a disease!"
Angel: "Look. We don"t know what it is yet. We"re just getting started. I just want to know about you."
Bethany: "Well, don't start asking me a bunch of stupid questions. Like when were you potty trained and name all your pets... - Do you like hide-n-seek."

Angel: "None of those were on my list."
Bethany: "You don"t even know what I"m going through! I shouldn"t even be here!"
Wesley: "I agree. It"s clear this girl doesn"t want our help. I don"t think we should be wasting our time with her. "
Angel: "Wesley..."
Wesley: "I"m sorry, but there are people out there who need us. People with much more serious problems than impulse-control issues."

Angel: "Look, that"s enough."
Wesley: "Why doesn"t she go back to her friend"s, toss the furniture about. Or maybe we should send you home to your father."

Cordy: "You"re sure nothing"s broken?"
Wesley: "I"m sure."
Cordy: "Nothing at all? Say, your brain? What happened to approach her with caution?"

Wesley: "If I"d given her time to get her defenses up..."
Cordy: "She wouldn"t be crying, you wouldn"t be bruised and Angel wouldn"t have had a near Melba-toast experience! What did you say to her?"
Wesley: "I mentioned her father."
Cordy: "Well, who"s her father?"
Wesley: "No, it"s... The sort of trauma that can produce this level of psychic power usually involves abuse of some kind - very early on. You"d mentioned a sexual vibe, she made that crack about family business. Statistically speaking, the father was the best guess."


Cordy: "There"s not enough yuck in the world."
"How is she?"
Angel: "Settling. You"re gone."
Cordy: "You can"t fire Wesley. I"ll quit, too! - Unless you"re firm!"

Angel: "I"m not firing anyone."
Wesley: "I understand. My being here wouldn"t exactly help *her* to feel trusting. I"ll be at my flat. Call me if..."

Angel: "It helps that we know."
Wesley: "I hope so."
Angel: "You should stay at your own place tonight in case she..."
Cordy: "Be careful."
Angel: "I don"t think she"ll go off again."
There you are."
Bethany: "I came up here. I feel safe up here."
Angel: "Yeah, and you did pick the one room in the house that may collapse to feel safe in."


Bethany: "I"m really embarrassed... And that just makes me - all these horrible things have happened - been done to me, guys have died - and I"m freaking because I"m so embarrassed. - People are pathetic."
Angel: "I don"t know. - I like "em. The time I"ve lived - I"ve seen some horrors - scary behavior, and a couple fashion trends I constantly pray to forget, but - I see people try. - I see them try to be better."


Bethany: "You sound like an old guy."

Angel: "Well, you know, I"m very well preserved."
Bethany: "I"d like that - to see people the way you do."
Angel: "Darla?"
Bethany: "It"s just me."
Angel: "What"s up? What... what"s - Is there trouble?"
Bethany: "I just didn"t want to sleep. I heard a voice in here and thought maybe you were awake."
Angel: "No - I was having a nightmare."
Bethany: "It looked like a pretty happy dream - or maybe the covers were just rumpled. - I figured I"d come in here It"s nicer than my room."
Angel: "Is there something, uh, something you want to talk about?"
Bethany: "No. - I figured we"d have fun. You can do stuff to me and - you know - we"ll have some fun."

Angel: "That"s not gonna happen Bethany."
Bethany: "What, you think I"m some frightened little mouse? I"ve done stuff. I can make you happy."

Angel: "You wouldn"t like me when I"m happy."

Bethany: "Come on. It doesn"t mean anything."
Angel: "I said stop it!"
Bethany: "Get off me!"
Angel: "You wanna make love, but you don"t wanna be touched?"
Bethany: "Make love? What are you, from the eighteenth century? - I was just... I just wanted..."
Angel: "What"d you want?"
Bethany: "Are you shocked I"m a great big slut?"
Angel: "You find that I"m not easily shocked, Bethany."
Bethany: "Everyone thinks I"m so fragile and innocent. Men love it."
Angel: "Do you?"
Bethany: "Do I love it? - Who cares. - I"m - I"m - like the chambermaid. I just leave. When a guy"s on me, I... I made up the room, I showed him in - and I leave till he"s gone. - Come back and - clean up the mess."

Angel: "An the men?"
Bethany: "What, you think they"d notice or care I"m not there? - Would you?"

Angel: "I don"t think everyone"s as bad as you"d have them be."
Bethany: "Oh, right. You love the people. Love them so much, you got a hundred rooms to be all alone in. - I"m thinking maybe you"re not exactly qualified to help me with my problem."

Angel: "Maybe I"m the only one who is. - Try to get some sleep."
Bethany: "Who"s Darla?"
Angel: "Good night, Bethany."
Holland: "He"s not sleeping. You understand how this puts a crimp in Lindsey"s project."
Lilah: "Yes, sir, but..."
Holland: "You know, Lindsey"s a guy who understands the big picture. All his efforts go towards realizing that picture - and your little girl is currently finger-painting all over his efforts."

Lilah: "I understand, sir."
Holland: "I know you do. - Get her out, Lilah. - And not just for the sake of the big picture - for yours."
Bethany: "I feel funny. Sweaty-funny, I think."

Angel: "Just try it. You can stop at any time."

Bethany: "What if it blows up or something?"

Angel: "I"ll buy Cordelia a new one."
Bethany: "Okay. Just - drop it on the floor."
Angel: "See? You can control it."

Cordy: "Nice look. That was Gunn. He wants you to meet him at this address."

Angel: "Brentwood?"
Cordy: "I"ll look after Bethany. We can hit the Plaza shops."
Bethany: "Um, sure. Sounds like fun."
Angel: "I"ll be back soon."
Cordy: "You"re not gonna wear this?"
Gunn: "Knock, knock. See, this works great. You break and I enter."
Angel: "As long as this guy is still alive I can"t enter."
Gunn: "The guy is on the critical list. Your girl must be pretty scary. You see what I"m seeing here?"
Angel: "Doesn"t exactly fit the thug-in-the-alley profile."
Gunn: "No, word on this guy was muscle-for-hire. Not cheap neither."
Angel: "So he was *sent* after Bethany."

Gunn: "Somebody wanted her hurt."
Angel: "Or wanted to know what would happen if somebody tried. Hey, look for an address book. You know, checks, statements."

Gunn: "I"m still dealing with this man"s ugly-ass livingroom-set. Some people just shouldn"t have money."

Angel: "On the subject of money. How would you feel, maybe, you know, on a - case by case basis?"
Gunn: "Are you offering to pay me for helping you?"
Angel: "Yeah."
Gunn: "Cool."
"You"re a very graceful man, have I ever mentioned that?"
Angel: "I guess someone is off the critical list."
Gunn: "Rapist-for-hire, see me crying?"

The speakerphone: "Wolfram and Hart - how may I direct your call?"
Bethany: "You"re right. This is great!"
Cordy: "It"s the vanilla that makes the mocha less latte-y."
Bethany: "Yeah. Where I"m from, you know, they still just have coffee. Everything else is that L.A. stuff."
Cordy: "Yeah. Don"t bone my boss."
Bethany: "What?"
Cordy: "Angel. He"s strictly a no-bone."

Bethany: "I wasn"t... Cordelia, I don"t wanna sleep with Angel."
Cordy: "The thing about Angel, he"s old-fashioned - *old* fashioned - like the age of chivalry. He sees you as, pretty much, the damsel in distress. - I think it"s a little more complicated than that."
Bethany: "W-why are you... I never..."
Cordy: "I think you"re kind of dangerous. - I"m not being mean. I like you. I do. But - you come on all helpless and... I mean, people that have thought that you were helpless before - have died."
Bethany: "Those men in the alley - that was the only... They were gonna hurt me."

Cordy: "You could have floated them away - or-or spun them until they puked. I don"t know. You squashed them."
Bethany: "You don"t know how scary it was."

Cordy: "Yes, I do. - I had a vision of you. That"s how Angel found you. I felt everything. And those guys are better off squashed, I truly think, but - somewhere in that moment of panic a decision got made and I *don"t* want something like that to happen to my friends - or, and I can"t stress this enough, me.
No matter what, sex complicates the equation - even more than you think."

Bethany: "I get it. You don"t have to worry."
Cordy: "Good."
Bethany: "So, are you and Angel...?"
Cordy: "Oh, no! I like my men less broody and more spendy."
Bethany: "He is kind of earnest. He always seems to..."
Cordy: "Hey! - What a jerk! You"re about to drop your..."
"Hey! Stop! *Police*!"
"Stay with me. Stay with me. Oh god. Bethany. Come on!"
No! Bethany! You can squash *those* guys!"

Angel: "Cordelia."
Cordelia: "Tan van. Fetch!"
Angel: "Take the wheel."
"Closer!"
Lilah: "Shut up! Just shut up!
One more excuse from you and I"m gonna bury you alive next to my house so I can hear you screaming.
He took her to the hotel? Great. He wants to play with little Miss Time-bomb, I say we let him. Pull the trigger."

Angel: "Bethany!"
Bethany: "It"s not true! It"s someone else."
Angel: "Bethany, I"m sorry. I know Lilah, she"s not what she pretends to be."
Bethany: "She"s my friend!"
Cordy: "Angel...."
Bethany: "It"s not her! You"re making it up. You"re playing with me! Why does everyone wanna play with me? I don"t wanna play!"
Angel: "Bethany, you have to control yourself."
Bethany: "Don"t touch me!"
Cordy: "Maybe she just needs a time-out."
Angel: "Bethany..."
Bethany: "I don"t have to listen."
Angel: "Bethany, stop. You *can* control this."
Bethany: "NO!"
Angel: "Listen to me! Nobody is controlling you. You have the power here. You"re gonna kill us, you"re gonna die?!
Then they win. Don"t let them. - Don"t let them touch you."
Father: "Hello, rabbit."
Bethany: "Daddy."
Father: "God, Bethany, I"ve been so worried. I wouldn"t have known were to find you except... You"re friend Lilah and I only wanna help you, sweetheart."
I know what you can do, Bethany."
"And I know you don"t mean to hurt anyone. You"re a good girl. I know that.
No more worries, all right? You"re coming back with me, we"re gonna be a family again. Wouldn"t you like that? To stop running all the time? To come back to where people know you, love you? I promise it"ll be just like it was before. - I"ve missed you so much.
Shh, rabbit."
Angel: "Bethany..."
Father: "There you go. Now why don"t we go downstairs? Just you and me."
"Bethany, what are you doing? Stop it. Put me down."
"I can"t - breathe. Help me.
Please. Stop her."
Angel: "Bethany. You got the power. Use it. Finish it."
Father: "Hurts. Make it stop."
Bethany: "Good-bye."
Lilah: "You-you think that"s it? Poof, you"re cured and all you"re nightmares are gone?"

Bethany: "I"m not an idiot, Lilah, and I"m not a child."
Lilah: "Yes you are, and you need us. Sooner or later your powers are gonna get out of control, and you"re gonna need a friend."

Bethany: "My friends don"t hire men to rape or kidnap me - at least not my close one"s anyway."
Lilah: "I was trying to make you stronger."
Bethany: "Good job."
Lilah: "Look, Bethany. Bethany, wait! You could have been someone important!"

Angel: "You got to learn to lose, sweetie."

Lilah: "Did I mention you"re not invited in?"

Bethany: "Don"t try to find me Lilah. I mean it."
Lilah: "Our-our firm doesn"t want to lose a... you"re not... He is a vampire, you know."
Bethany: "Weird."
Angel: "Looks like you"re gonna have to find someone else"s brain to play with."
Lilah: "Yeah, we have someone in mind."
Angel: "Good night, Lilah."
Lilah: "Sweet dreams."

The end
 
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