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The Angels investigate a series of murders which occur after the theft of a witness protection profile database.
Madison Lee: I don't take orders from a speaker-box anymore. I work for myself. Natalie Cook: Well, your boss sucks.
Charles Townsend: Bosley, I hope the Angels aren't being too rough on you. Bosley: Man, please. I date fat women. What you talkin' 'bout?
Mr. Munday: So, you work with Alex at the hospital? Alex Munday: Yes! Natalie works in the Psychiatric Ward. And Dylan is the Head of... Gynecology. Mr. Munday: Really? Dylan Sanders: Um-hmm. Mr. Munday: So young. Dylan Sanders: I know. Alex Munday: We were just on our way out, actually, 'cause we have such a major procedure coming up, Daddy, so... Natalie Cook: Duty calls. Sorry. Dylan Sanders: I've gotta... prep. Natalie Cook: Yeah... scrub up. Ha ha. Mr. Munday: Bu- bye. [Natalie and Dylan say "Bye" together] Mr. Munday: Bye. Alex Munday: See you guys in a minute. It's just a tiny emergency, but make yourself at home, okay. [Kisses him on the cheek] Mr. Munday: We'll talk later, off to the hospital, go save lives... [the Angels have left; He looks confused] Mr. Munday: Head of Gynecology?
Dylan Sanders: I think she's trying to kill us.
[spotting their suspect] Alex Munday: Check it out... brown shorts, red board, 11:00. What d'you think? Dylan Sanders: [looking at the guy] Yummy!... Alex Munday: That's what I thought. Case closed. Nat move in, Dylan thinks he's hot. Dylan Sanders: What do you mean? Alex Munday: You always fall for the bad guy.
Dylan Sanders: [after crashing out of bar window] Just once I'd like to walk out of a bar!
Seamus: I'd recognize that arse anywhere, you piece of shite.
Kelly Garrett: Angels are like diamonds. They can't be made, you have to find them. Each one is unique.
Natalie Cook: Tickets, I love tickets!
Alex Munday: Get off the babysitter. Daddy's home.
Alex Munday: Marshal Ray Carter. I'm Alex Munday. I'll be your rescuer today. Carter: I didn't think you'd find me. How many men do you have? Alex Munday: I've got two girlfriends in the bar. Carter: They have fifty armed men. Alex Munday: I know. It hardly seems fair. C'mon!
Natalie Cook: Bring it on, bitch!
Natalie Cook: Do a little dance? Dylan Sanders: Make a little love. Alex Munday: Get down tonight.
Madison Lee: [thinking that she's about to kill Charlie's Angels] Enjoy heaven. Natalie Cook: Go to hell. Alex Munday: [the Angels kill Madison; she dies amid flames] She's so fired.
[Madison is talking to Charlie on the speaker box after shooting the Angels] Charles Townsend: Don't do this, Madison. Deep down, there must still be some good in you. Madison Lee: I was never good. I was GREAT! [shoots the speaker box]
Madison Lee: I never wore Kevlar till I took three in the chest Natalie Cook, Dylan Sanders, Alex Munday: On the De Soto case - we know!
Dylan Sanders: Just once, I'd like to *walk* out of a bar!
Dylan Sanders: And all we have is the Thin Man. Natalie Cook: Our Favorite Ass-Ass-in Alex Munday: [Holding the medal] We should get this to the lab to have it anal-ized. Dylan Sanders: You do that.
[last lines] Alex Munday: Oh, it's a no-brainer.
Alex Munday: [after Madison Lee shoots the Angels] What a be-atch!
Bosley's Brother: It's raining white women.
Bosley's Brother: [dressed as a Coroner] I'm not going anywhere near no dead bodies!
Alex Munday: Keep Dreaming!
Max: Helen Zass. That's your name. [Looks over at Bosley] Max: . Is that, uh, Ass-tralian? Natalie Cook: Oh my god! You must have been the butt of every joke! Alex Munday: Did you by chance drive an Ass-tin Martin? Natalie Cook: Alex! We're being Ass-inine! Dylan Sanders: Yes. Yes you are.
Natalie Cook: This is hostel, ya?
Natalie Cook: I have something you'll never have. Madison Lee: What's that? [pause] Natalie Cook: Friends.
Madison Lee: I was never good. I was great.
Max: Helen Zass. So, uh, where's that, where's that name come from originally, is that, uh "Ass-Tralian"?
Ray Carter: [after spectacular rescue] I'm afraid I underestimated you guys. Natalie Cook: Yeah, that happens a lot...
[the Angels prepare to battle Madison] Madison Lee: Oooh! The classic Angels Kick-Ass pose. Almost gives me a nostalgia for the old days. Except back then, we did things a little differently... [quickly pulls out two large weapons] Madison Lee: ...we used *guns*! [shoots all three Angels] Madison Lee: Sorry, Charlie.
Natalie Cook: Killer, huh? I just got so excited. When it's big like that I just love to ride it hard and rough.
Madison Lee: Why be an Angel when I can play God?
Bus-Stop Kid: [Bosley just rubbed him on the head] Man! You do not mess with a black man's do!
Seamus: I've never wanted you more. Dylan Sanders: Always wanting what you can't have.
Bosley: I got sand all in my ass. I can't hardly walk.
[surprising Natalie] Madison Lee: What's up, Angel? Natalie Cook: Madison Lee? Madison Lee: Natalie Cook. Natalie Cook: Oh, my god! How'd you know? Madison Lee: I get the newsletter.
Chess Opponent: What's an angel doing so far from heaven? Dylan Sanders: I'm no angel.
[Dylan, undercover as a nun, is eyeing a sexy young priest] Alex Munday: [under her breath] Thornbirds. Dylan Sanders: [under her breath] I know!
Natalie Cook: You were the cock. I was the beaver!
Dylan Sanders: You don't know me any more. Seamus: I'm the only one here who knows you Helen.