Doyle: Instead, you're moping around the dark like some kind of...
Angel: Vampire?
Doyle: Well, I was gonna say slacker...but yeah, to you Mr. Obvious.
Doyle: Tell her what a great guy I am.
Angel: I barely know you.
Doyle: Perfect. That should make it easier for you then.
Doyle: Great idea. Calling cards. Its not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky whenever they need help.
Angel: Look at that, there's our number right next to...a...uh...butterfly?
Doyle: It's obviously not a butterfly, you idiot. It's a bird. No, no wait...it's an owl...no...
Cordelia: Hey, you look troubled. Or is that just your lazy eye? Anyway, call us. We're very discreet.
Doyle: 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?"
Angel: Seriously, I wasn't hitting on you.
Angel: I'm not good at this...talking.
Angel: Basically I help...uh...I'm a veterinarian.
Doyle: Violence is not gonna solve a thing...on the other hand, it's kind of festive.
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.
Cordelia: Well, a couple hundred years ago, the only thing you had to worry about was a hangover. Today, cause 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.
Cordelia: Downloading pictures of naked women?
Doyle: Well, that's more or less accurate.
Kate: I can go wherever I want...and you can go to Hell.
Angel: Been there, done that.
Cordelia: I've known a lot of demons, and slime aside, not a lot going on there.
Doyle: I thought girls were supposed to like pretty things.
Cordelia: You promise you'll stay good?
Angel: You actually live here?
Cordelia: Yes, okay? Is it my fault that maid service was interrupted? It was supposed to go home, hotel, hotel, husband. Now, can we move on?
Cordelia: That is so high school. "Cordelia wears bras. Ooo, she has girlie-parts."
Angel: It's a burrower.
Cordelia: It's a donkey? We didn't see any donkey demons.
Angel: I know you guys have been working hard. Cooped up inside a lot and to show my appreciation, I was think, the night bein', you know, young and all, that the three of us could...should...maybe uh...go out. You know, for fun.
Cordelia: Or, we can go home.
Doyle: And you could sit in the dark, alone.
Angel: God yes. Thank you.
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