Angel (TV Series)

Spin the Bottle (2002)

Amy Acker: Winifred Burkle

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Quotes 

• Cordelia : I kinda have filled out even more.

  Fred : And I apparently ain't gonna.

• Fred : [after losing all their adult memories]  Um, I'm Fred Burkle.

  [to Cordelia] 

  Fred : I'm also in school in San Anton.

  Cordelia : Oh, we're both in school.

  [Sarcastic] 

  Cordelia : Oh, gosh, let's be best friends so I can lose all my cool ones.

• 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?

• 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!

• Fred : I'm ready. I'm okay. Be cooler if we could score some weed, though.

• 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.

• Cordelia : I suggest we gather some cops.

  Gunn : Yo... I don't want no heat near me.

  Fred : I don't think we should call the police anyhow. I mean, they're probably involved.

  Gunn : In what?

  Fred : Don't y'all think this is some kind of government conspiracy? 'Cause my friend, Levon, says the government's always taking kids and experimentin' on 'em. Did anybody else have to take a personality disorder test recently? They ask you about politics and your bowel movements and if you want to be a florist...

• Fred : [Fred's inspecting a houseplant]  This is important. It's so beautiful...

  [pukes into the plant] 

• 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!