ANGEL: Who's here?

DARLA: A friend. Hi. It's been a while.

ANGEL: A lifetime.

DARLA: Or two, but who's counting?

ANGEL: What's with the Catholic schoolgirl look? Last time I saw you it was kimonos.

DARLA: And last time I saw you it wasn't high school girls. Don't cha like? Remember Budapest? Turn of the century? You were such a bad boy during that earthquake.

ANGEL: You did some damage yourself.

DARLA: Is there anything better than a natural disaster? The panic. The people lost in the streets. It's like picking fruit off the vine. Nice! You're living above ground, like one of them. You and your new friend are attacking us, like one of them. But guess what, precious? You're not one of them. Are you?

ANGEL: No. But I'm not exactly one of you either.

DARLA: Is that what you tell yourself these days? (seeing blood in fridge) You're not exactly living off quiche. You and I both know what you hunger for. What you need. Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's who we are. It's what makes eternal life worth living. Mm. You can only suppress your real nature for so long. You can feel it brewing inside of you. I hope I'm around when it explodes.

ANGEL: Maybe you don't wanna be.

DARLA: I'm not afraid of you. I bet she is, though. Or maybe I'm underestimating her. Talk to her. Tell her about the curse. Maybe she'll come around. And if she still doesn't trust you, you know where I'll be.

• Angel, Angelus & The Curse
• Darla & Angel

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
http://www.studiesinwords.de/07angel.html