Angel, Season 5

[Angelus throws William into the wall, squeezing his neck.]

William:
Don't touch her!

Angelus:
Little late for that, Willy. And I really don't like it when you raise your voice to me.

Drusilla:
William, don't play such a sad tune. [reclines seductively] Give us a kiss, then.

William:
Why did you...? You knew. You knew she was mine.

Angelus:
Did I?

William:
You knew bloody well!

[He wrenches himself free of Angelus's grasp and punches him. He charges Angelus who then easily deflects him and pushes him to the floor.]

Angelus:
Just don't get it now, do you?

[Angelus picks William up by the lapels, throwing him onto the couch, and pushes the corpses off the couch to sit beside him.]

Angelus:
Well, you're new... and a little dim. So let me explain to you how things are now. There's no belonging or deserving anymore. You can take what you want, have what you want... but nothing is yours. [Drusilla walks out into the doorway.] Not even her.

William:
You're wrong. We're forever, Drusilla and me.

Drusilla:
[clasps her hands over her heart] Are we?

Angelus:
Ah, still the poet now, aren't we, Willy?

William:
William.

Angelus:
Right. William. You know, you really should find a new name for yourself. It just doesn't strike the right note of terror. [pats William's knee, stand, goes to stand behind Drusilla] Tell you what... William. If you want her... [slips his hands around Drusilla's body, below the waist] ...come and take her.

[Drusilla holds her hands out, beckoning William. William charges Angelus angrily.]