Angel

Police officer: (to prisoner) I wanted to express my regret for having treated you so shabbily. So I composed a poem about it.

Doyle: Hey, excuse me. I need help. Police Officer: We're closed! Doyle: You're the police! You can't close!

Doyle: Cordelia thinks you're insensitive... which is ironic, considering the source.

Cordelia: Okay... Am I wrong in thinking that a "please" and "thank you" is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment? Doyle: Angel appreciates us in his own... non-appreciative way.

Cordelia: What's her deal? To much, uh... (makes an odd gesture with her thumb toward her mouth) Doyle: Thumb sucking? Cordelia: Alcohol! Doyle: Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who needs to brush up on her finger pantomime.

Cordelia: I'm so glad we came down here to watch Late Night with Creepy Cop Lady.

Cordelia: You've got pensive face. Angel: I've always got pensive face. Cordelia: Pensiv-er face.

Cordelia: Can we get you some coffee or Valium? Or both? Kate: He walked out on me. He just walked out. Cordelia: Oh! He'll be back. Kate: Not Angel. My father. Cordelia: Oh. Kate: I have to find him. Doyle: Maybe you should just hold off on that for the time being. Angel said we should wait here. Kate: I hear what you're saying, but I need to find my daddy now. Doyle: Detective Lockley, you're not exactly yourself at the moment. Why don't we all just... Kate: Help each other! Doyle: Right, by staying here together. Kate: Well, we could do that, but see I have this... Cordelia: Personal problem you're gonna share 'til dawn? Kate: ...gun. And I don't want to come off as insensitive, but if either one of you try and stop me I'll have to blow you the crap away because I'm gonna find my dad.

Tony: Oh, I've been wanting to see you again. Kate: I'm sure he'd say the same thing, but that gun really makes you come off as hostile. Angel: That and the body language. It's so closed.

Angel: He admitted it to me after I... threatened him with physical violence.

Kate: (to Angel) You have the most intense eyes. I see such an old soul. Doyle: He gets that a lot, you know. Kate: (to Angel) I thought that enigmatic thing was just an act to get women. The truth is, you don't have an insincere bone in your body, do you?

Kate: My best friend Joanne, her mom was soft, and she smelled like macaroni and cheese, and she'd pick me up on her lap and she would rock me. She said that she wanted to keep me herself. She said that I was good and sweet. Everybody said I was. Do you realize that you've never told me that I'm pretty? Not once in my life?

Doyle: So, you were right. Papasian's planning something. Angel: What did you hear? Doyle: Papasian's planning something. Angel: That's it? Doyle: Johnny Red says, quote, "Papasian's planning something." Angel: I thought he might be planning something. Doyle: See? You were right. (Cordelia looks at them confused)

Kate: After mom died, you stopped , you know? It was like you couldn't stand the sight of me. Her face, her eyes looking up at you. But big girls don't cry, right? You said, gone's gone, and there is no use wallowing. Worms and dirt and nothing, forever. Not one word about a better place. You couldn't even tell a scared little girl a beautiful lie.

Cordelia: Mmm-hmmm! Angel: What? Cordelia: Nothing! I just find it endlessly fascinating how your instincts are so highly attuned when it comes to boring old evil, but you have yet to make any mention of these new shoes. Angel: Look, Cordelia. Women's shoes... men... they just don't... Doyle: Great shoes! New?

Tony: If I'd known how bad you wanted me, I mighta let you catch me sooner. Kate: If I'd known how much you needed the exercise, I might've let you run a little longer.

Angel: Cordelia, you need to... Cordelia: No! I don't care what horrible thing is about to happen -- asteroids are hurtling towards Earth, unspeakable evil is rising in the San Fernando Valley, Jar Jar is getting his own talk show, whatever -- I don't want to hear about it. Not 'til you ask us how it went. Angel: ... call your mother back.

Angel: I'm a little reserved, it doesn't mean I don't care. Cordelia: It's like you don't have a pulse. Angel: Well... I don't.

Cordelia: It's time for you to get all vampy! Grr! Kate needs you! Angel: (with a sad look) I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.

Cordelia: Mr. and Mrs. Spock need to mind meld now.

Trevor Lockley: So, Angel, how long you been seeing Katie? Angel: We're, um, pretty new friends. Trevor Lockley: Well, good to see her out with a man. I was starting to wonder if she didn't lean in another direction altogether. (Kate sips drink nervously)

Trevor Lockley: In my day we didn't need any damn sensitivity.

Angel: My parents were great. Tasted a lot like chicken.

Angel: You know, Anthony, you can be a rainbow and not a pain-bow.

Kate: Look at Doyle. Really look at him. What do you really see? Cordelia: A bad double polyblend? Kate: That's defense, Cordelia. Maybe you should try to open your heart to a new possibility. Doyle: Hey, you know, she's starting to make some sen... Cordelia: Angel!

Cordelia: You know what I think? I think he uses his tortured, creature of the night status as a license to be rude and insensitive. Sure, he's polite to the helpless and the downtrodden. But he ignores the people who are close to him, the people who matter the most, you know? Can you say "clueless?"

Cordelia: All right, I'm here. What's the big emergency? These middle-of-the-night hours are really eating into my potential social life.

Cordelia: Does giant tentacle spew come out with dry cleaning?

Angel: Make sure you cut up all the limbs and both heads this time. Remember to bury the parts separately. I don't want this thing coming back to life again. Cordelia: That's it? Angel: I'm gonna go clean out the nest. I'll see you back at the office. Cordelia: Okay, am I wrong in thinking that a "Please" and "Thank you" is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment? Doyle: He appreciates us, in his own...unappreciative way.

Cordelia: Would you come on! Angel: What's the magic word? Cordelia: Ugh! Angel: No, I don't think "Ugh" is the magic word, if one would call it a word and even then certainly not a magic one. Cordelia: We don't have time for this. Angel: There's always time to be considerate of others, Cordelia. Cordelia: Oh please. Angel: See, wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Angel: Well, what's that old saw: picture your audience in their underwear. Kate: (giving Angel the once-over) Way ahead of you.

Angel: Uh, Cordelia, I wanted to, you know, thank you so much for going through those coroner reports, because I can imagine how not fun it is to read about, you know, coroner stuff. Cordelia: Lame.