ats s3

Fredless
  • Lorne: Intervention? Intervention? Intervention?
  • Angel: Count me out.
  • Wesley: We can’t count you out, she listens to you.
  • Angel: Well, she also listens to The Barenaked Ladies. Go get their dumb asses to help you.
  • [Everyone gasps in shock].
  • Gunn: Okay Angel, you are clearly in a bad space today, but Fred is our friend and The Barenaked Ladies are triple platinum! Are you?!
  • Angel: Why does everyone leap to defend that band so aggressively? And how much stuff do we have to go through this year before my friendship stops being questioned?
  • Cordelia: Well maybe friendship is going through a lot of stuff, Angel. And maybe BNL have two Billboard Awards to your zero.
  • Angel: Oh, okay, they’re BNL now? We need a shorthand for The Barenaked Ladies. That’s how fundamental they are. You know what Fred probably needs more than anything? Some space. Maybe I do too.
  • Wesley: You know what, maybe we all need some space to pull the knife out of the back of the most celebrated Canadian alt-rock band of the 90's, you selfish, jaded ass!
  • Angel: This is a fight! We are fighting!
  • Angel: I had a dream last night where I was playing football with Connor.
  • Wesley: That's nice.
  • Angel: No, no. With him. I'm on this field, and they... they hike me the baby. And I know I've gotta do something 'cause the Tampa Bay defense is coming right at me.
  • Wesley: Tampa Bay's got a terrible team.
  • Angel: Right, but it is just me and the baby, so I'm thinkin' they can take us.
I lost Buffy, and it feels like somebody took my heart and dropped it into a bucket of boiling tears. And at the same time, somebody else is hitting my soul in the crotch with a frozen sledge hammer. And then a third guy walks in and starts punching me in the grief bone, and I’m crying and nobody can hear me because I’m terribly, terribly alone.
—  Angel, Hearthrob