Angel

“That’s it? No ‘wow, how did he do that?’ No screaming in terror? You twenty first century types are so jaded.”

“Angel, your coat is singing.”

“Back in the day, I’d always get box seats. Or, you know, eat the people who had them.”

“Helping the helpless, finding Holtz, and making money are our three number one priorities.”

“How are you a champion? In what way are you a champion?”

“Connor. His name is Connor.”

“We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much pain. We can’t make up for any of it. You know that, don’t you?”

“It’s always the quiet ones.”

“I wonder if this might not be that bad thing we were expecting.”

“I’m tired of being the dead one.”

“So. Not a toaster.”

“You may not know this, Fred, but certain friends and co-workers have been known to accuse me of being the quiet, stay at home, sulky one.”

“No matter what else, I think I proved that you can trust me when I could have killed you and I didn’t.”