Darla: (about Lindsey's plastic hand) He did that to you. What's it feel like?
Lindsey: Doesn't feel like anything.
Darla: Can I? It's very smooth. You don't feel anything.
Lindsey: Not in my hand. How is it seeing him again?
Darla: It's strange.
Lindsey: He betrayed you.
Darla: Everyone betrays you, that's not what eats you in the long winter's night...
Lindsey: Yeah? What does?
Darla: Missed opportunities. He got a soul and it sickened me. All that power wasted on a whiny mopey do-gooder. God, I could eat his eyeballs.
Lindsey: Our plans for Angel are a little more long term than that, but if you can't help yourself, then, by all means, be my guest.
Darla: You're fun for a human.