Darla: I didn't ask for a priest. Who invited him here?
Master: You did. You cried out for me last night in your delirium.
Darla: I don't remember. Do you even *know* what I am?
Master: A woman of some property. No husband, no inheritance. Yes. I know what you are.
Darla: I'm a whore.
Master: Well, yes, that too. You should have asked for a priest long ago, child. Your life may have been the better for it.
Darla: And you should have paid me a visit before today, father. Your life may have been more interesting because of it.
Master: Are you prepared now to renounce Satan and beg God his forgiveness?
Darla: God never did anything for me.
Angel: All we gonna do is find her.
Cordy: And this would be the same woman you didn't notice was in your bedroom every night for like three weeks straight?
Angel: That was different.
Cordy: Different in the sitting right on top of you sense, yeah.
Wesley: Cordelia has a point.
Cordy: Finally!
Wesley: The last time Darla emerged she wanted to be found. Now she is out there among six million other people.
Cordy: She could be sitting on top of anybody.
Master: Angelus, the Latinate for Angel. It's marvelous.
Darla: His name would already be legend in his home village - had he left anyone alive there to tell the tale.
Master: Ah, you had a nice trip. I'm so glad.
Darla: On the way back we cut a bloody swath through South Wales and northern England. He was magnificent.
Angelus: Hmm, Yorkshire men - tough as leather. So, Darla here tells me you're some sort of Master.
Darla: The Master. He commands out order.
Master: The order of Aurelius. We are the select - the elite."
Angelus: And you live in the sewers, do you?
Angel: Darla, Anglo-Saxon derivation, meaning 'dear one' - huh, didn't come into common usage until more than a 100 years after she was born. He must have given it to her. I didn't even know her real name.
Darla: So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity.
Angelus: Still he won't now age.
Darla: No, but he'll rot. Seems a pity.
Dru: I could hop into him, like I did the ocean.
Darla: Of course you could.
Dru: I'm full and warm - yet all alone.
Angelus: That's not true, precious. You've got us.
Dru: Not in the least. You won't even hurt me just a little bit.
Darla: All you have to do is ask.
Dru: No. He's head's too full of you, grandmother.
Darla: Stop calling me that."
Lindsey: Darla.
Darla: Say that again?
Lindsey: I just, I said your name - Darla.
Darla: It sounds so odd, doesn't it?
Lindsey: I don't know what you mean.
Darla: It wasn't my name when I was human. The first time when I was human, I mean.
Lindsey: What was your name?
Darla: Hmm - I don't remember. I'm not her, whoever she was. I was Darla for so long - then I wasn't. I - I wasn't anything. I just stopped. He killed me. I was done. Then you brought me back.
Lindsey: Yes.
Darla: What did you bring back, Lindsey? What am I? Did you bring back that girl, whose name I can't remember? Or did you bring back something else? The other thing.
Darla: Is that it? Am I Darla?
Lindsey: Yes.
Darla: Careful. Darla would snap you in half. Is that who I am?
Lindsey: I understand what you're going through.
Darla: No. Nobody understands. Nobody can understand. I can feel this body dying, Lindsey. I can feel it decaying moment by moment. It's being eaten away by this thing inside of it. It's a cancer, this soul!
Holland: You not only allowed her to escape - you facilitated it.
Lindsey: Things were confusing.
Holland: Things are often confusing for you, aren't they, Lindsey? Especially, it seems, when it comes to this woman. You allowed yourself to be ruled by your emotions.
Wesley: You know better than anyone what she was.
Angel: What we were. And I also know what she's going through. And unlike me, maybe she won't have to go through it alone.
Cordy: You're not alone.
Wesley: You may be right. She may be experiencing all of this exactly as you did. But Angel, you yourself wandered for a hundred years without ever seeking redemption.
Angel: That's right. I sought her.
Angel: Look I've killed men. You've seen it!
Darla, wearing a kimono, gets up form her seat against the wall and walks towards him.
Darla: Rapists and murderers, thieves and scoundrels. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Only evildoers, that's all you hunt now. You swore to me. You said, if I took you back you'd prove yourself.
Angel: And I will.
Darla: Good. Now is your chance.
Darla: I went back before dawn. They were still cowering there. Praying to their god for a salvation. They didn't know that their only savior was at the waterfront, dining on rats. I won't be made a fool, Angelus. Not by you. Not by anyone.
Lindsey: You think now that you've driven her back to him she's gonna give him that perfect moment of happiness? He's gonna come on our side? Won't happen. He's noble. He'll never take advantage of her, not in this state, not now.
Holland: Lindsey, you don't understand our friend at all. We know there is no prospect for physical intimacy here. So you needn't torture yourself.
Lindsey: Then what do you expect him to do?
Holland: What he will do. What he must do. Save her soul.
Darla: Make me what I was again!
Angel: Darla...
Darla: You said you'd help me!
Angel: I will. I want to, but... not like this.
Darla: Turn me back. God! I can't bear this pounding in my chest for another instant!
Angel: It's gift. To feel that heart beat, to know, really and for once, that you're alive. You're human again, Darla. You know what that means?
Darla: Of course I do. It means pain and suffering, and disease and death. Look, I released you from this world once, I gave you eternal life. Now it's time for you to return the favor.
Angel: Favor... is that what you think? You think you did me a favor? You damned me.
Darla: Fine. Fine then, if it's such a punishment, take out your revenge, pay me back! Please.
Angel: I can't.