(Outisde demon bar.)

DRUSILLA: I didn't like that barkeeper. Hmm, can't get his eyes off my fingers.

DARLA: That was the last one. It's nearly midnight now. We should get to the factory.

DRUSILLA: My little bird is anxious.

DARLA: Yeah, well, recruiting a legion of demons is stressful, Dru.

DRUSILLA: He won't leave, you know.

DARLA: I don't wanna hear this.

DRUSILLA: We could have a thousand soldiers and still he'll come, galloping, galloping, still he'll come.

DARLA: Why is everybody trying to make this about Angel?! I mean, for God's sake, can't a woman wreak a little havoc without there being a man involved?

DRUSILLA: You miss him, like a heartbeat.

DARLA: I don't miss my heartbeat, Dru. It was a symptom of a disease I've since been cured of. You know, in a perfect world, Angel would be here right now, helping me burn this city to the ground. This is his job I'm doing. But where is he? Probably flogging himself in a church somewhere.

DRUSILLA: Ooh, flogging! Eew, churches.

DARLA: In a perfect world we'd be slaughtering the innocent. Laughing as we rain destruction on this whole miserable town.

DRUSILLA: I see such pretty fire.

DARLA: Fire. Conflagration. In a perfect world there'd be nothing left here but ashes.

DRUSILLA: (laughing) And pain. So much suffering. The flames are lovely. They dance, and the fire licks like a cat. And the screams, oh, it's like star music.

DARLA: That's nice, Dru. Now hurry up. We can't be late.

• Darla & Angel
• Darla & Drusilla

written by: Mere Smith; edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Ann.. Full transcript at:
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