| Review of Episode 8, Season 4
"Habeas Corpses"
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Wesley: And you're all right? Lilah: Yeah, I'm fine. Slept at Wolfram & Hart. FYI, best place to be in case of an apocalypse. Wesley: There is a line, Lilah. Black and white. Good and evil. Lilah: Funny thing about black and white: you mix it together and you get gray. And it doesn't matter how much white you try and put back in, you're never gonna get anything but gray. And I don't see your Texas gal pal wearing that color. Come to think of it, she prefers black. Lilah: Gavin, ask yourself this question. What are you more afraid of, a giant murderous demon, or me? Gavin: Be right back. Lilah: Do you have any idea what this thing wants? Connor:: Everybody dead. Wesley: (re: hearing screams) What's that? Lilah: Oh, it's the fat lady singing. Angel: You know where it is. The Beast. Wesley: Inside Wolfram & Hart. And so is... Gunn: That answers a lot of questions. They're probably having a big sit down, breaking bread. Wesley: It's killing everything that moves in there. Gunn: (glibly) I've heard worse news. Angel: Somebody should stay here and mind the store Lorne: (enthusiastically) Ooh, me, me me. Sergeant stay-at-home volunteering for duty, sir. Angel: Gunn, let's go. Gunn: Angel, uh, assuming we can even get in the evil empire, same big beastie's in there that spiked our asses six ways to Sunday. What's gonna be different this time? Angel: What's different is we're not going for the monster, we're going for Connor. Gunn: So, you've phoned ahead so the Big Bad understands that? Angel: Look, I don't know the answers. Don't even know most of the questions. But what I do know is that I have to go into Wolfram & Hart and find my son. Now, as far as us versus the Big Bad is concerned, there's only one smart way to play it. We see it, we run like hell. Gunn: I don't get it. Wolfram & Hart is evil. The Big Bad is evil. Why go all Terminator on your own team? Angel: Maybe all it want is to eliminate the competition. Fred: Doesn't give us much to look forward to, does it? Connor: He looks dead. Angel: He is dead. Technically undead. A zombie. Connor: What's a zombie? Angel: It's an undead thing. Connor: Like you? Angel: No. Zombies are slow-moving, dimwitted things that crave human flesh. Connor: Like you. Angel: No. It's different. Trust me. Gunn: So, fight seven floors of evil lawyer zombies or sweet talk a little girl. You know where my heart's at. Fred: Yeah, I've got to disagree. I vote for the White Room. Gunn: So what's it say about the Big Bad Wolf if it can just stride right in and suck the energy out of evil Red Riding Hood? Wesley: I don't know. Other than it's going to take a force far smarter and stronger than us to defeat it. Lorne: (sarcastically) Oh, like there's a lot of that just lying around. Cordelia: I'm just glad that everyone's safe and together again. Angel: Me too. Now take your new boyfriend and get the hell out of here. Cordelia: (whispers) Oh! God!
Quotes by CoA Council member, Seeker
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