Angel (TV Series)
Spin the Bottle (2002)
Alexis Denisof: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
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Quotes
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Gunn : What happened to you, man?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : I had my throat cut and all my friends abandoned me.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : The cross obviously doesn't affect me, or our friend the pugilist.
Gunn : Oh, your ass better pray I don't look that word up.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : There are stories at the Watcher's Academy of a test. A secret gauntlet which only the most cunning can survive. You're locked in a house with a vicious, deadly vampire, and you have to kill him before he kills you. It's been done in the past with slayers.
Fred : [Excited] Slayer? The band?
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [Walks in while Fred and Lorne are speaking Pylean] Did I miss the spell? Did English go away?
Lorne : No, it's Pylean, crumpet. I said, "I may be prepared to shout a joyful chant."
Fred : And I said, "May your words please the gods."
Lorne : [Cut to Lorne's narration to the audience] OK, first of all, she didn't say, "May your words please the gods," so much as "May you orally please the gods," which is a slight... inflection's very crucial in our-oh, God bless her, it's always nice to hear the mother tongue-as long as it's not from my mother!
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : So who are you?
Gunn : I'm the guy that's gonna be kickin' a whole mess of ass somebody don't tell me what's goin' on.
Cordelia : What do they call you for short?
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Angel : Mad. You're all mad. These clothes. Your speech. This place. What land is this?
Gunn : What land is it supposed to be?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [to Angel] Yes, where do you hail from, friend?
Angel : [Angerly] I'm not your friend, you English pig! We never wanted you in Ireland. We don't want you now.
Gunn : You Irish?
Cordelia : You don't sound Irish?
Angel : For most certain, I sound exactly-
[releasing he doesn't have an Irish accent, puts his hand to his throat in panic]
Angel : Something is wrong with my voice!
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Gunn : Don't be giving me orders. I run my own crew.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : I'm sure your seafaring adventures are very interesting, but I have experience of things you couldn't imagine.
[Proudly]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : I'm not head boy for nothing.
Gunn : You 'bout to be headless boy, you don't get out my face!
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [Overly dramatic] All right. I'm going to let you all in on something you may have trouble comprehending. I assure you that however...
Gunn : [interrupting] Vampires are real.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [Whining] I was telling!
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Fred : [after Angel leaves the hotel] Do you think Liam's okay out there?
Gunn : If something's eating him, at least he ain't as bored as me.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Joke all you like. Liam, right now, may be facing horrors he's never even imagined
[Angel runs out to the street through the garden. When he reaches the street, he stares in horror at cars zooming by on the road. Terrified by the alien sight, he runs back to the hotel]
Angel : [Running in the hotel and slamming the doors shut] Demons!
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Really?
[to Gunn]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Told you.
[to Angel]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : How many?
Angel : [Still terrified by the sight of cars] Hundreds. Screaming.
Fred : [Concerned] Will they try to get in?
Angel : Don't think they saw me.
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : What type of demons, would you say?
Angel : Shiny.
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : [after accidentally shooting Angel] Sorry. I mean, ha!
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : The important thing is to start with the facts. We're all from different cities, we're all of an age...
[rubs chin thoughtfully]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Judging from the amount of facial hair I've grown, we've all been unconscious for at least a month.
Cordelia : [Touches her short hairstyle] Oh, God. Oh, God. My hair. My hair.
[Crying]
Cordelia : The government gave me bad hair!
Fred : [Reassuringly] No, no, it's nice!
Cordelia : Are you sure?
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : It's... eh... very attractive. But a clue, nonetheless. Perhaps the whole point of this experiment is hair!
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : The simple fact is... the fiend has been under our noses the entire time, waiting for the moment to...
[takes cross out of his breast pocket, and puts it in Gunn's face]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Strike!
[Gunn punches Wesley in the face, and Wes falls to the ground]
Angel : See?
[giggles]
Angel : The English is stupid.
