Angel

Kate: I didn't thank you... for saving my life. Angel: I think saving mine was a start.

Cordelia: Demons. Is there anything more disgusting? Doyle: You think so? Cordelia: Come on. Look at this one. This demon wears a wreath of intestines around its head. I mean honestly, what kind of statement is this thing trying to make?

Angel: This socializing thing is brutal. I mean I was young once. I used to go to bars. It was never like this. Doyle: No, you used to go to taverns man. Small towns, everybody used to know each other. Cordelia: Yeah, like high school. It's easy to date there. We all had so much in common. Being monster food every other week for instance.

Angel: I'm just wondering... You notice anything unusual here tonight? Bartender: Unusual? Angel: Yeah, you know, out of the ordinary... Possibly even dangerous? Bartender Don't worry, it's early yet. The really hot women don't usually mosey in until after 11:00.

Doyle: Well, we put together that list of eviscerating demons that you asked for. We actually narrowed down to three or four... Angel: I saw it. It's a burrower. Cordelia: It's a donkey? Oh, we didn't see any donkey demons.

Angel: How'd you pick up computer skills? Cordelia: Downloading pictures of naked women? Doyle: Well that's more or less accurate.

Angel: I know you guys have been working hard and cooped up inside a lot. And, uh, to show my appreciation, I was thinking, the night being you know, young and all... that the three of us could, well, should maybe ... go out. You know... for fun. Cordelia: Or.... we can... go home! Doyle: And you can sit in the dark alone. Angel: God yes. Thank you.

Kate: Sure, that's actually on my To Do list this week, "Walk into serial killer's trap."

Talmar: You're not human. Angel: Newsflash, pal, you're a bit off the evolutionary chart yourself.

Angel: Are you okay? Girl: Well now, that's for you to find out. Angel: No, I mean, I'd really like to know. So, how do you want to do this? Twenty questions?

Kate: I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get into, but I can't get into them.

Kate: Depends on how many daiquiris I've had. Oh, God, way to come off like a drunken slut. Slut's better then a hypocrite though, right? I'm moving up. Angel: Kind of hard on yourself. Kate: That's me a self-flagellating-hypocrite-slut.

Kate: I sound like a big hypocrite, don't I? Ragging on this place. I still come here most every night. How else are you going to meet somebody outside of work? It's either this, or sit at home alone in the dark. Angel: Hmm. Wouldn't want that.

Cordelia: Plus, your visions are kind of lame. A bar? That's nice and vague. I mean, they should send you one of those self-destructing tapes, you know, that comes with a dossier? Doyle: Well, I'll be sure to mention it.

Doyle: Tell her what a great guy I am. Angel: I barely know you. Doyle: Well, perfect, that should make it easier for ya.

Kate: Well you just looked bad. Not that you look bad. You look very nice. I think I'm just going to have my drink. Angel: Thanks. Kate: For thinking you look bad, or thinking you look good? Angel: You choose.

Doyle: This isn't a marketing seminar, princess. You know, we need to operate a little bit more below radar. Cordelia: What radar? Doyle: The police. You know the service our friend Angel provides? Might put someone in mind to the V word. Cordelia: Vampire? Doyle: No, vigilante.

Doyle: You know, maybe we should go over this thing again of you getting out in the world and involving yourself with people. It's Friday night! It's the most social night of the week! I mean a couple of lookers like us should be out there enjoying the night life, instead you're sitting here moping around in the dark like some kind of a ... Angel: Vampire? Doyle: Well, yeah, I was gonna say slacker, but yeah, to you Mr. Obvious.

Kate: I'm sorry, that was harsh. Angel: Hey, no. I'm not very good at this... talking.

Cordelia: How's Angel doing? (some guy angrily walks away from Angel) Angel: Seriously, I wasn't hitting on you.

Cordelia: Like high school. It was easy to date there. We all had so much in common. Being monster food every other week, for instance.

Doyle: (to Cordelia) See, you need to chat people up a bit more casual like, you know? "Hi, what's your name? How's life treating you? What's that you say? Minions from hell getting you down?"

Doyle: Violence isn't going to solve a thing here. (headbutts guy harrassing Cordelia) On the other hand, it is kind of festive.

Angel: You actually live here? Cordelia: Hey, is it my fault if maid service was interrupted? It was supposed to go home, hotel, hotel, husband.

(Doyle, picks up a lacy brassiere and holds it to his chest) Cordelia: That is so high school. "Cordelia wears bras! Oh, she has girlie parts!"

Kate: You're telling me you're an investigator? Angel: More or less. Kate: Where is your license? Angel: That's the less part

Cordelia: I guess the single life is particularly tough on you. Angel: Why? Cordelia: Well, a couple hundred years ago, the only thing you had to worry about was a hangover. Today, because of your curse thingy, you can't sleep with anyone or else you might feel a moment of true happiness and lose your soul, become evil -- again -- and kill everyone. Angel: Thanks Cordelia. I always appreciate your perspective. Cordelia: No problem. Hey. The last thing I want is to show up at the office and find that I'm working for a homicidal monster.

Cordelia: What's with those vision things of yours? Doyle: Well, they're messages I get, from the higher powers, whoever they are. You know, it's my gift. Cordelia: If that was my gift, I'd return it.

(Cordelia designs a new business card) Angel: There's our number.... it's right next to a, um, a butterfly? Doyle: It's obviously not a butterfly you idiot, it's a, uh... bird. No, wait, no it's an owl! A bird that hunts at night! Brilliant! It's a .... Cordelia: It's an angel!

Cordelia: Hi! If you're in trouble just call this number. We can help. Hi! Being harassed by someone or something? Dial us up, day or night. Hey, you look troubled, or is that just your lazy eye? Anyway, call us. We're very discreet.

Kate: Well, I'll tell you what. I can go wherever I want, and you can go to Hell. (Kate walks into D'Oblique) Angel: (to himself) Been there. Done that.