I don’t really like you. I suppose I never will. But this is important…what’s happening here. Fred gave her life for it. The least I can do is give what’s left of mine. The fight’s coming, Angel. We both feel it. And it’s gonna be a hell of a lot bigger than Illyria. Things are gonna get ugly. That’s where I live.
Spike, Angel, Season 5 Episode 15: A Hole in the World
- Wesley: What happened?
- Angel: The mail guy threw me.
- Gunn: What?
- Spike: Number Five? He did this? Isn't he like a hundred years old?
- Angel: Kinda hard to tell with the mask.
- Gunn: [on the phone] Angel was attacked. Lock it down. No, one of ours. The mail guy--Number Five.
- Wesley: Why did he attack you?
- Angel: Tried to give him the mail.
- Gunn: [hangs up phone] Security's on it. We'll find him.
- Angel: Look, this is just a-a thing. Maybe I, you know, startled him or somethin'.
- Gunn: I'm not taking any chances. This is Wolfram & Hart. You have enemies everywhere.
- Spike: Hey, Fred, did ya hear? Angel attacked the old mail guy.
- Angel: What?
- Fred: Not Number Five? You didn't hurt him?
- Angel: No! I--He attacked me.
- Wesley: We should find him.
- Spike: Absolutely. Wanna buy him a pint. Bloody made my day.
- Gunn: [on the phone] Gunn. Good. Great. [hangs up] Security found him. They're escortin' him off the premises. You do wanna fire his masked ass, don't you?
- Angel: Well I don't--
- Wesley: I think it's best.
- Angel: Look, really, I'm fine. Let's just get back to the bod--
- Lorne: Holy tornado, it's true!
- Spike: Yeah, it was amazing. Angel went right off on the mail guy.
- Lorne: Oh, this must have been one major smackdown.
- Angel: There was no smacking!
- Lorne: That's not the hubbub I'm hearin', honey buns. Word on the Web has you sucker punching Grandpa Moses.
- Angel: The Web?
- Lorne: Don't sweat it, sweetie pie. I've got my flack-catcher spinnin' this into P.R. gold. And once the word spreads that you beat up an innocent old man, well, the truly terrible will think twice before goin' toe-to-toe with our Avenging Angel.
- Spike: Yes, the geriatric community will be soiling their nappies when they hear you're on the case. [thumbs up] Bravo.
- Angel: I didn't beat anybody up, okay? So let's just focus on what's important, like Wes's bodies.
- Fred: Wesley has bodies?
- Gunn: Someone found three bodies.
- Wesley: [taking a paper] Four. Another one was just found in a church after an All Souls' mass.
- Angel: "All Souls"?
- Wesley: Prayers for the departed.
- Spike: You should know that, being departed and all.
- Wesley: Tonight was a special service. It's the Mexican Day of the Dead.
- Fred: Wow, Wes, Wesley, I...am totally drunk-faced.
- Wesley: Because you can't hold your--What are you drinking?
- Fred: Nothing.
- Wesley: You can't hold that.
- Fred: Oh, yeah, lightweight? How much have you had?
- Wesley: Including this [holds up bottle]...I've had..about a third of a half of this beer.
- Fred: That's weird, right?
- Wesley: Yes, I think so. I think that's weird.
- Fred: There's Gunn. Let's go ask him if that's weird.
- Wesley: Hey. Hey, Gunn, is something weird going on?
- [Gunn turns around, peeing.]
- Wesley: Charles, you just peed on my shoes.
- Gunn: I'll be damned. That's weird. [zips pants]
- Spike: Hey, is this a great party or what?
- Fred: Okay, something is definitely wrong with this picture.
- [Spike is bobbing his head to the music.]
- Spike: This might be the greatest song ever written.
- Wesley: [to Gunn] Yes, we appear to be under the effect of something--a spell.
- Gunn: Spike, how long have you been...you know...this?
- Spike: It's great, isn't it?
