Lazy Saturday morning.

Not feeling well and called in sick on my Saturday morning plans. Spending the day instead puttering around the house–perhaps the yard later if I feel up to it. The weather is so gorgeous. Certainly a nap, perhaps two.

TiVo picked up the closing episode of Angel, which I had forgotten was so good. I do wish Joss Whedon would get another television show, just so this kind of confectionary writing and uber-uber-plot was available more regularly. The closing conversations–many characters’ final scenes–are just fantastic.

Lindsay: You gotta be jokin’. Why on God’s green and verdant earth would I trust you? Huh? Or you trust me?

Angel: Cause it’s not about us, Lindsay. It’s about them. The Wolf, the Ram, the Hart. The ones we’ve been fighting against forever.

L: You can’t beat ‘em.

A: Maybe they’re not there to be beat. Maybe they’re there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong.

L: You’re not talking about the kind of strength human beings have. This is not about coveting your neighbor’s ass, your buddy’s job, the last mallomar in the box. You’re talking about fighting flesh and something that passes for blood demons with enormous power–and they will mow you down.

A: Maybe. But I keep thinking that once this world was theirs and… now it’s not.

L: Isn’t it?

A: Save the hell-on-earth speech, Lindsay. I know how bad things are, how much sway the demons hold. I happen to be the greatest mass-murderer you’ve ever met.

L: Never given you props for that.

A: There’s always gonna be power, and there’s always gonna be corruption.

L: So, again, I ask…

A: Because it’s not what I’m expected to do. Cause you’re good in a fight. And let’s say we come up rolling 7s and this does go our way. We tear up this firm, someone’s going to have to step in. I know that’s what you want. And I’m a lot more comfortable with the thought of you in that position than anyone else.

L: The devil you know.

A: That’d be you.

L: And what if you roll snake eyes?

A: You’ll talk your way out of it, you’ll tell ‘em I forced you to help me, tell ‘em I made my scary face.

L: Believe it or not, I was actually talking about you. You don’t care about being squashed like a bug?

A: You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, for like, years back.

L: Well, you get a little speechy, allright? I breeze out. I got the Cliff Notes–honor and humanity, absolute good… I heard it. So here’s the plot twist: I’m in.

A: Why?

L: Everybody goes on about your soul. Vampire with a soul. Nobody ever mentions the fact you’re really a vampire with big brass testes. This is gonna be a circus. I mean, win or lose, you’re about to pick the nastiest fight since mankind drop-kicked the last demon out of this dimension. And THAT you don’t do without me. If you want me, I’m on your team.

A: I want you Lindsay. Ok, thinking about rephrasing that.

L: I’d be more comfortable if you did.

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