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Fille :
Excuse me!
Faith : Okay. You're excused.
Fille : That's my boyfriend.
Faith: Really? Does he have your name on him? Cuz I don't see it
anywhere.
Faith : How do you know my name? I
don't think I told you.
Lilah : We are well aware of who you are - and what you do. We know
you have been experiencing some - difficulties. We think we can help bring
some order back to your life.
Faith : We do, do we? Who is we, and why do they know me when I
don't know Jack about you?
Lilah : Green - is my favorite color. I look good in diamonds - and
I love riding in limousines.
Lee : Faith - can we talk?
Faith : I like black.
Lindsey : You have a problem. We
have a problem. I just had a perfectly good murder case go up in smoke and
you seem to have a certain expertise in that area. So to make a long story
less long I think if a service is rendered, we can get you off.
Faith : You don't know how many men have promised me that.
Lilah : I'm certain you won't be disappointed in our performance.
Lee : It might behoove you to know
a little bit more about your intended, so before we discuss remuneration...
Faith : Huh?
Lee : Payment.
Lee : I wanna make sure you
understand this firm is in no way connected to anything you do. It's my
ass on the line here. I don't want you to make me look bad.
Faith : (SLAM) How do you look now?
Lila : She shows initiative.
Lindsey : Jesse, I think you'd better make it three for dinner
instead of four.
Faith : That was so cool! This is
gonna be fun.
Wesley : Oh my god, Faith.
Angel : I thought she was in a coma.
Cordelia : Pretty lively coma.
Faith : Hey, baby. Come give us a
hug.
Angel : I was hoping you'd stop by. Always good to see old friends.
Faith : You didn't shoot to kill! We're gonna have to up the stakes.
Get you in the game a little.
Angel : What's the game, exactly, Faith? Boredom? Revenge?
Faith : Dude, I'm getting *paid*. They hate you almost as much as I
do.
Angel : It ever occur to you this might be more fun for me?
Faith : You think? Because what if you kill me and you experience
that one true moment of pleasure? Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead. Do
me. Let's take that hell ride together. Come on, Angel, I'm all yours!
I’m giving you an open invitation!
Wesley : It's not too late.
Faith : For cappuccino? 'cause it just keeps me up.
Faith : All these little cuts and
bruises just bring out the mother in me.
Faith : Don't poop out on me, dammit! Otherwise this is all just
gonna be over too fast. You'll be dead, and I'll be...bored.
Faith : Now, we've only done one of the five basic torture groups.
We've done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, cold, hot, and loud. Have a
preference?
Faith : Oh, that's great. It's always better with audience
participation. May I take your order please?
Wesley : I was your Watcher Faith. I know the real you. And even if
you kill me, there's just one thing I want you to remember.
Faith : What's that, love?
Wesley : You. . . are a piece of shi-
Faith : Did you ever wonder if
things would have been different - if we'd never met. What if you'd had
Buffy - and Giles would have been my Watcher? You think you'd still be
here right now? Or would Giles be sitting in that chair? - Or is it just
like fate. You know, there is no choice. You were gonna be here no matter
what. - You think about that stuff? - Fate - and destiny. I don't.
Not that any of this is your own fault. Since this may be - the last
chance we will have to unload on each other, I feel that it is kind of my
duty to tell you that if you'd been a better Watcher, I might have been a
more positive role model! - Face it, Wesley, you really were a jerk.
Always walking around as if you had some great big stake rammed up your -
English Channel. - I think I want to hear you scream.
Wesley : You never will.
Faith : How do I know you're really
in this? I mean, if I kill him, would that help? Or just be really funny?
Angel : By the way, you never told me how much I'm worth dusted,
just out of curiosity.
Faith : $15,000 plus expenses.
Angel : You're kidding.
Faith : Hey, I'm young. I'm gonna work my way up.
Angel : You feel young, do you, Faith? You're looking pretty worn
out to me.
Faith : I'm evil! I'm bad! I'm evil!
Do you hear me? I'm bad! Angel, I'm bad! I'm ba-ad. Do you hear me? I'm
bad! I'm bad! I'm bad. Please. Angel, please, just do it. Angel please,
just do it. Just do it. Just kill me. Just kill me.
S a n c t u a
r y . . .
Angel : You should be resting.
Faith : I've been asleep for eight months. You rest.
Faith : So, how does this work?
Angel : There's no real simple answer to that. I won't lie to you
and tell you it'll be easy. Because it won't be. Just because you've
decided to change doesn't mean the world's ready for you to. Truth is, no
matter how much you suffer, no matter how many good deeds you do to try to
make up for the past, you may never balance out the cosmic scale. The only
thing I can promise you is that you'll probably be haunted, and maybe for
the rest of your life.
Faith : (indicating microwave) So, how does this work?
Faith : Are you saying I gotta
apologize?
Angel : Think you can?
Faith : I dunno. How do you say "Gee, I'm really sorry I
tortured you nearly to death"?
Faith : And what if I *can't* say
it? There are some things you can't just take back, no matter how sorry
you *are*, right?
Angel : Yeah, there are. I've got some experience in that area.
Faith : Right. And you've been doing this for a hundred years! I'm
not gonna make it through the next ten minutes.
Angel : So make it through the next five, the next minute.
Faith : I don't think I can.
Angel : Yes, you can.
Faith : I gotta be the first Slayer
in history to be sponsored by a vampire.
Angel : Yeah, well I got some experience in that area, too.
Faith : I've got to be the first
Slayer in history to be sponsored by a vampire.
Faith : God, B. How'm I ever gonna
make things right with her?
Angel : Faith, this isn't about Buffy.
Faith : All my life, there was only one person who tried to be my
friend. Went out of their way when I had no right or reason to expect her
to, and...I screwed her. Not to mention her boyfriend. Only him literally.
Angel : Faith, you and I never...
Faith : No, not you. The new one. (pause) Oh my God. Angel, I'm so
sorry.
Angel : No, there. You can say it. That's good.
Angel : Everything okay in there?
Faith : It was touch and go for those four minutes you left me
alone, but somehow I got through it.
Faith : Buffy... I'm sor...
Buffy : Apologize to me and I will beat you to death.
Faith : Go ahead.
Buffy : You're not gonna run, Faith.
Faith : Whaddya wanna do? Throw me off the roof? Again?
Faith : Angel said there was no way
you were gonna give me a chance.
Buffy : I gave you every chance. I tried so hard to help you. And
you spat on me. My life was just something for you to play with. Angel.
Riley. Anything that you could take from me, you took. I've lost battles
before. But nobody else has ever made me a victim.
Faith : And you can't stand that. You're all about control. You
have no idea what it's like on the other side. Nothing's in control.
Nothing makes sense. There's just pain and hate and nothing you do means
anything.
Faith : There is nothing I can do
for you, B. I can't ever make it right.
Faith : I'd like to make a
confession
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