Quotes
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Darla : No, I haven't been nourishing it. I haven't given this baby a thing. I'm dead. It's been nourishing me. These feelings that I'm having, they're not mine. They're coming from it.
Angel : You don't know that.
Darla : Of course I do. We both do. Angel, I don't have a soul. It does. And right now, that soul is inside of me, but soon, it won't be, and then...
Angel : Darla...
Darla : I won't be able to love it. I won't even be able to remember that I loved it.
[Starts to cry]
Darla : And I want to remember. I...
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Darla : Angel, our baby's gonna die right here in this alley. You died in an alley, remember?
Angel : I remember.
Darla : I wanna say I'm sorry. I wanna say it and mean it, but I can't. Aren't you gonna tell me it's okay?
Angel : No.
Darla : No. It's really not, is it? We did so many terrible things together. So much destruction, so much - pain. We can't make up for any of it. You know that, don't you?
Angel : Yeah.
Darla : This child - Angel, it's the one good thing we ever did together. The only good thing... You make sure to tell him that.
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Darla : Doesn't anyone wanna sit back here with me?
Cordelia Chase : We're good.
Charles Gunn : Yeah, it's, comfy.
Darla : I promise I won't throw anyone out of the car. Not while it's moving.
Fred : It's not that we don't trust you. I mean, we don't trust you, but, the fact is, your water broke all over the back seat.
Darla : Oh.
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Darla : [to Angel about Daniel Holtz] That's why this is happening. His family, his children. What that must have been like for him. Doesn't seem so funny now. Does it?
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Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Now it's up to us to protect Angel's unborn child. Darla, we're trying to take you out of here. Relax. The trick is to breathe. Like this.
[Wesley demonstrates short panting breaths]
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce : Heh, heh, heh, hoh, hoh, hoh, heh, heh, heh...
Darla : I... Don't...
[sits up and sends Wesley, Cordelia, Gunn and Fred all flying backwards, away from the car and morphs into her vampface]
Darla : Breathe!
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Darla : [to Angel] You lied much better when you didn't have a soul.
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Darla : What do I have to offer a child, a human child, besides ugly death?