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Review of Episode 22, Season 5
"Not Fade Away"
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Vail: You have ascended, Angel. You should not be burdened with this kind of--(gasps) Aah! Sebassis! Your manservant has become entangled in my bodily fluids again! (Angel pushes the slaveboy) Slaveboy: Eeeep! Vail: We are most interested in Mr. Wyndam-Price. He seems intriguingly unstable. Senator Brucker: Mr. Gunn, on the other hand, does not, which is a pity. He had so much potential. Sebassis: He is not, however, our greatest concern. Angel: If the next words out of your mouth are kill Spike, we just might have to kiss. Angel: You haven't heard a word I've said. For, like, years back. Lindsey: Well, you get a little speechy, all right? I breeze out. I got the Cliff Notes--honor and humanity. Absolute good. I heard it. So here's the plot twist--I'm in. Angel: Why? Lindsey: Everybody goes on about your soul. Vampire with a soul. Nobody ever mentions the fact that you're really a vampire with big brass testes. This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you're about the pick the nastiest fight since mankind drop-kicked the last demon out of this dimension. And that you don't do without me. If you want me, I'm on your team. Angel: I want you, Lindsey. I'm thinking about rephrasing that. Lindsey: Yeah, I think I'd be more comfortable if you did. Gunn: What if I told you it doesn't help? What would you do if you found out none of it matters? That it's all controlled by forces more powerful and uncaring than we can conceive, and they will never let it get better down here. What would you do? Annie: I'd get this truck packed before this new stuff gets here. Wanna give me a hand? Gunn: I do. Wesley: There is no perfect day for me, Illyria. There is no sunset or painting or finely-aged scotch that's going to sum up my life and make tonight any...there is nothing that I want. Illyria: You want to be with Fred. Wesley: Yes. Yes, that's where I'd be if I could. Illyria: I could assume her shape, make her come alive again this once for you. But you would never ask me to. Wesley: The first lesson a Watcher learns is to separate truth from illusion. Because in the world of magics, it's the hardest thing to do. The truth is that Fred is gone. To pretend anything else would be a lie. And since I don't actually intend to die tonight, I won't accept a lie. Connor: I know you're my father. Angel: You got your memories back. Connor: Yeah, they're mixed in there with the new ones. Kind of like, uh...a bad dream I had, I guess. A very strange and violent, at times, inappropriately erotic...dream. Angel: You probably have a lot of questions. Connor: No. I don't want to make a thing. I get what you did. You know...I'm grateful. That's as far as I want to take it...OK? Lorne: Hey, Angel I, I'll do this last thing for you, for us...but then I'm out, and you won't find me in the alley afterwards. Hell, you won't find me at all. Do me a favor. Don't try. Spike: What do you think all this means for that Shanshu bugaboo? If we make it through, does one of us get to be a real boy? Angel: Who are you kidding? We're not gonna make it through. Spike: Well, long as it's not you. Angel: Get out of the building. Harmony: Are you firing me? Angel: Among other things, yes. Harmony: Do you think I could get a recommendation? Angel: Yeah, OK. Harmony: But see, if you don't so much live as the other thing-- Angel: It's already in the desk. Harmony: You're the best. Angel: What the hell are you doing here? Connnor: Come on. You drop by for a cup of coffee, and the world's not ending? Please. Lindsey: You don't think a man can change? Lorne: It's not about what I think. This was Angel's plan. Lindsey: Come on. I could sing for you. Lorne: I've heard you sing. (shoots him) Lindsey: Why--why did you... Lorne: One last job. You're not part of the solution, Lindsey. You never will be. Lindsey: You kill me? A flunky?! I'm not just...Angel...kills me. You...Angel... Lorne: (sighs) Good night, folks. Illyira: You'll be dead within moments. Wesley: I know. Illyria: Would you like me to lie to you now? Wesley: Yes. Thank you. Yes. (Illyria changes into Fred) Hello there. Fred: Oh, Wesley. My Wesley. Wesley: Fred. (whispering) I've missed you. Fred: (kisses him) It's gonna be OK. It won't hurt much longer, and then you'll be where I am. (crying) We'll be together. Wesley: I--I love you. Fred: I love you. My love. Oh, my love. Gunn: Any word on Wes? Illyria: Wesley's dead. I'm feeling grief for him. I can't seem to control it. I wish to do more violence. Spike: Well, wishes just happen to be horses today. Angel: Among other things. Gunn: You take the 30,000 on the left. Illyria: You're fading. You'll last 10 minutes at best. Gunn: Then let's make it memorable. Spike: In terms of a plan? Angel: We fight. Spike: Bit more specific. Angel: Well, personally, I kind of want to slay the dragon. Let's get to work.
Quotes by Staff Writer, BCangel
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