Darla: (looking at a dead body) So beautiful. Not a blemish, not a freckle. Perhaps we should have preserved that beauty for eternity.
Angelus: Still, he won't now age.
Darla: No. But he'll rot. Seems a pity.
Drusilla: When I bit into him, I could hear the ocean.
Darla: Of course you could.
Drusilla: I'm full and warm, yet all alone.
Angelus: That's not true, precious. You've got us.
Drusilla: Not in the least. You won't even hurt me just a little bit.
Darla: All you have to do is ask.