Straight from the horse's
mouth... Angel: Season
Here are some quotes from my favorite TV show: Angel. They are divided up by episodes in chronological order. Not all episodes are represented.
High school's over, bud. You gotta make with the grown-up talk now. --Doyle
Y'know, I'm parched from all this yakkin', man. Let's go treat me to a Billy D. --Doyle
It's not just saving lives, it's saving souls. --Doyle
'Scusey, 'scusey. Anybody seen my car? It's big and shiny. Why does it keep doing this to me? --Angel
Girls are nice. --Angel
Uh, breathmint? --Angel
Are you still like, GRRRRR? --Cordy
Really? Can you fly? --Girl to Angel
I finally get invited to a nice place with no mirrors...and...lots of curtains...hey, youre a vampire! --Cordy
I am somebody. I matter. People will be attracted to my positive energy and help me achieve my goals. I'm right where I'm supposed to be and not dying for something to eat! --Cordy
OK, you've told me the story of my life which, since I was there, I already knew. Why aren't I kicking you out? --Angel
Pretty little blond thing...Vampire slayer by trade...And our vampire falls madly in love with her. --Doyle
Doyle: When was the last time you drank blood?
Doyle: Left you with a bit of craving, didn't it? Let me tell you something, pal. That craving's gonna grow. And one day soon, one of those helpless victims that you don't really care about is gonna look way too appetizing to turn down. And you'll figure, "Hey, what's one against all I've saved? Might as well eat them. Still ahead by the numbers."
Doyle: It's about reaching out to people, showing them that there's love and hope still left in this world--
Homeless Girl: Hey, spare change?
Doyle: Get a job, you lazy sow. Y'know, it's about lettin' them in your heart.
Angel: I killed a vampire. Didn't help anyone.
Doyle: You sure about that? Cause there's a girl upstairs who's as happy as can be. [scream is heard]
Cordelia: Cockroach! In the corner. I say it's a bantam weight!
Angel: Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me?
Doyle: Have you looked in the mirror lately? No, I guess you really haven't, no.
Doyle: You made a good choice. She'll provide a connection to the world. She has a very humanizing influence.
Angel: You think she's a hottie.
Doyle: Well, listen, best of luck to you man. Ive got some fairly large coin riding on the Vikings tonight, but Ill be there with you in spirit, yeah?
Angel: Youre driving.
Doyle: Now wait a minute. Nah-a, Im not combat ready. Im just the messenger!
Angel: [Throws him the weapon bag.] And Im the message.
Doyle: I like the place. I mean its not much with the view, but it has a nice Batcave sort of an air to it.
Angel: Who are you?
Angel: You dont smell human.
Doyle: Now thats a bit rude. So happens that I am very much human. [Sneezes and blue spikes pop out all over his face. Shakes his head and the spikes disappear.] On my mothers side.
Angel: What do you want?
Doyle: Ive been sent. By the Powers That Be.
Angel: The powers that be what?....I want to know who sent you.
Doyle: I'm honestly not sure who sent me. Y'know, they don't speak to me direct. I get visions, which is to say great, splittin' migraines that come with pictures. A name, a face. I dont know who sends them. I just know whoever sends them is more powerful than me or you, and they're just trying to make things right.
You're in the big bad city now, man... where everyone's a stranger. --Doyle
No, really, I wasn't hitting on you. --Angel
Just simmer down here, okay? Violence is not gonna solve a thing, alright? On the other hand, it's kinda festive. --Doyle
When you're talking me up to her, whatever you do, don't let her in on that me bein' a half-demon, okay? Because women get a little funny about that. --Doyle
See, you need to chat people up a little bit more casual-like, y'know? "Hi, what's your name? How's life treatin' ya? What's that you say? Minions from Hell are gettin' ya down?" --Doyle
Great idea! Calling card! It's not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky whenever ya need help, right? --Doyle
Im a veterinarian. --Angel
Kate: I can go wherever I want and you can go to hell.
Angel: Been there, done that.
Angel: Y'know, I'm having a hard time believing Doyle's vision meant that I was supposed to come here and break up a bar fight.
Doyle: Yeah, well if it was...I'm in for some serious workman's comp.
Cordelia: That is so high school. "Cordelia wears bras, Oooh! She has girl parts!"
Doyle: Take it easy, you're being a tad defensive here, I think it's refreshing to see a woman living like this, you know, it means you're not so uptight, you live for the moment [steps in a bowl of oatmeal] you're disgusting.
Angel [to Doyle]: Where'd you pick up computer skills?
Cordelia: Downloading pictures of naked women?
Doyle: Well, that's more or less accurate.
Doyle: Tell her what a great guy I am!
Angel: I barely know you.
Doyle: Well perfect, that should make it easier for you then.
Doyle: Y'know, maybe we should go over this thing again, of you gettin' out in the world and involvin' yourself in 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 enjoyin' the nightlife. Instead, you're sittin' here mopin' around in the dark like some kind of a--
Angel: A vampire?
Doyle: Well, yeah, I was gonna say "slacker", but yeah, to you Mr. Obvious
Doyle: Invite him in. As long as you're alive, vampires...they can't cross the threshold unless you invite--
Cordelia: Oh, right, right. You promise you'll stay good?
Cordelia: I'm kidding. Come in.
Doyle: You got everyone figured out, huh?
Cordelia: Not everyone. I mean you, I don't get.
Cordelia: Yeah. I mean, what's with those vision things of yours?
Doyle: Well, they're messages I get, y'know, from the higher powers. Whoever they are. Y'know, it's my gift!
Cordelia: If that was my gift...I'd return it.
Cordelia: Demons, is there anything more disgusting?
Doyle: You think so?
Cordelia: Come on, okay, look at this one, this demon wears a wreath of intestines around his neck, I mean, honestly? What statement is this thing trying to make?
Doyle: I mean, you know it really depends, doesn't it? I think some demons can be pretty nice, you know, given the opportunity, you get to know them, yeah?
Cordelia: I've known a lot of demons, and slime aside, not a lot going on there.
In The Dark
Shes even cuter when shes kicking your ass. --Angel
I don't know about you but I had a nice day....well except for the bulk of it where I was nearly tortured to death. --Angel
Oh, god. I was this close to telling him everything. I mean, one more hot poker and I was giving him the ring, your mom...everything--how is your mom? --Angel
I could hug you! --Cordelia
[picks up the phone] House of Pies. --Doyle
If we ever want to take that trip to the Bahamas together... --Doyle
Oh, come on, man! Whatre you waiting for?! Here, put it on, and Ill stake you! Itll be fun! --Doyle
What? Still the brave little slayer or is she still moping around in the dark like...nobody around here. Uhh uhh. --Cordelia
Spike (mocking Rachel): How can I thank you, you mysterious black-clad hunk of a night thing?
Spike(mocking Angel): No need, little lady, your tears of gratitude are enough for me. You see, I was once a bad-ass vampire, but love, and a pesky curse, defanged me. Now Im just a big fluffy puppy with bad teeth. No, not the hair, never the hair.
Spike (mocking Rachel): But there must be some way I can...show my appreciation....
Spike(mocking Angel): No, helping those in need is my job. And, working up a load of sexual tension and prancing away like a magnificent poof is truly thanks enough.
Spike (mocking Rachel): I understand, I have a nephew whos gay so...
Spike(mocking Angel): Say no more! Evil is still afoot, and Im almost out of that nancy-boy hair gel that I like so much. Quickly, to the Angel-mobile...away!
I Fall to Pieces
His hands and feet come off and he's not even in the circus! --Cordy
You're a lot smarter than you look. 'Course you look like a retard. --Cordy
Oh, goody. Recycled coffee. My favorite. --Cordy
See, you can save the damsel and still make decent money. This country is great! --Cordy
OK, Flesh, anytime you want to stop crawling is OK with me. --Cordy
You guys go on. I think Ill stay here and not burst into flames. --Angel
Did you know right away? That she was the one?. Do you know whats it like to be so much a part of someone that you dont know where they end and you begin? Would you die for her? Then you understand that Im not willing to make any compromises. --Angel
Not every relationship ends in disaster. --Doyle
Cordelia: I have needs.
Cordelia: Is this a private moment? 'Cause I could leave.
Doyle: I'm not saying I'm attracted .Maybe I'm a little attracted.
Doyle: People need people... and people who need people [leans towards Cordy] are the luckiest peo...
Cordelia: Either you like them and they don't like you, or you can't stand them which just guaranties that they're going to hover around and never go away.
Doyle: I hate guys like that.
Cordelia: We need more of these. [waves a check]
Doyle: We will.
Cordelia: We need it now. Have a vision.
Doyle: I just can't have these things at will.
Cordelia: I don't care. Have a vision .If I hit you on the head, will you have a vision?
Rm. W/ A Vu
I'm not a sniveling, whiny-little-cry Buffy. I'm the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history! I take crap from no one. You think you're bad? All mean, and haunty? Picking on poor, pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly, translucent ass outta this place. 'Cause lady, the bitch is back. --Cordelia
I wouldnt know, the man doesnt have a mirror. Like it would kill him to not see himself? --Cordelia
Little old lady ghost. How come Patrick Swazye isnt dead when you need him? --Cordelia
[picking up the phone] Uh, Angel Investigations, we...hope you're helpless no wait . --Doyle
Ladies and gentlemen, we have a death! --Doyle
There's bright spots...like Cordelia. --Doyle
Oh, well the things you learn. I had no idea Angel was Queen of the Winter Ball. --Doyle
She's really something isn't she? It's like wrestling a tiger just to get to know her. Well, tell me something. About Cordelia. --Doyle
Aw, it's not all about money. What about friendship and family, and all those things that are priceless, like they say in the credit card commercial? --Doyle
Cordelia: Have you ever seen anything so beautiful? [referring to the apartment]
Doyle: No, never. [referring to Cordelia]
Cordelia: First thing, I hire someone to take out that wall.
Doyle: I thought you said it was perfect.
Cordelia: Yes, and part of it being perfect is there being one tiny flaw for me to fix.
Doyle: Ah, must be why you find me so fascinating.
Doyle: Well, I don't know if I can help with the acting... but about the apartment?
Doyle: Well, if you ever wanna... y'know... spend one night away from the place? Maybe give me a call.
Cordelia: Well, stranger things have happened. No, wait... they really haven't.
Doyle: Hear what?
Angel: The story of your life.
Doyle: And quite a tale it is, too. Full of ribald adventures and beautiful damsels with loose morals--
Doyle: I will. Just... give me time.
Doyle: No, no, no, no, no. Angel, man, how could you?
Angel: How could I what?
Doyle: C'mon, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearin' her down, too. But no, handsome brooding vampire-guy has to swoop in all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How 'bout leavin' some scraps for the homely-lookin' fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?
Angel: Cordelia stayed over 'cause something's wrong with her place. I was on the sofa.
Doyle: Oh. That's okay, I suppose.
Sense and Sensitivity
Not a lot of enchanted swordsmiths open on Sundays. --Doyle
Why, you got some kinda thug rate special there? --Doyle
I think you just found Mr. Sensitivity. --Doyle
Its about time! --Angel
Yeah, I know what fear is. I can smell it right now. --Angel
Okay, I think someone needs a hug! --Sensitive Angel
You know, Anthony, you can be a rainbow and not a [punches Little Tony and does little air-quote thing] painbow. --Sensitive Angel
Do you think that tentacle spew comes out with dry cleaning? --Cordelia
Can we get you some coffee or Valium, or both? --Cordelia
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: Wait, you have pensive face.
Angel: I always have pensive face.
Cordelia: Pensiver face.
Cordelia: Nothing. I just find it endlessly fascinating how your feelings are so attuned when it comes to boring old evil, but you have yet to make any mention about these new shoes!
Angel: Look, when it comes to womens shoes, men dont...
[Doyle walks in and notices Cordelias new shoes.]
Doyle: Nice shoes. New?
Cordelia: Right now! Its time for you to get all vampy--GRRR! Kate needs you!
Angel: I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.
Sensitive Policeman: Were closed.
Doyle: Youre the police! You cant close!
Doyle: Angel, man, fight, dont talk!
Cordelia: Were so dead.
Cordelia: A little too much, uh...
[She makes a motion that looks like shes sucking her thumb but is really supposed to mean drinking booze.]
Doyle: Thumb sucking?
Cordelia: Alcohol, dummy!
Doyle: Dont look at me like that! Im not the one who needs to brush up on their finger pantomiming!
Angel: Well, you know the old saw...picture everyone in underwear. [to which Kate looks Angel up and down]
Kate: Way ahead of you. [Angel fidgets.]
Kate: You have the most intense eyes. I see such an old soul.
Doyle: He gets that a lot, ya know?
[Angel acting undercover wearing a Hawaiian shirt and a straw hat.]
Angel: Hi! This is exciting, isnt it? I just love boat trips.
Little Tony: Whos the mook?
Angel: Herb Saunders, Baltimore.
Benny: It's Herb Saunders.
Angel: Cripes! The freeways you people have in this town. Ive been driving around in circles all day, but the brochure did say boats leave every 2 hours.
Benny: I think youre still lost.
Angel: Thats not the boat to Catalina?
Angel: Are you sure? I could have sworn the ticket said pier 39. I have it here somewhere.
Benny: Cmon, get out of here.
Little Tony: Benny, I dont like that guy.
[Angel punches Benny]
Angel: It was the hat wasnt it? I knew the hat was too much.
Angel: Make sure you cut up all the limbs and both of its heads this time. Remember to bury the parts separately. I don't want this thing coming back to life again.
Cordy: That's it?
Angel: I'm gonna go clean out the nest. I'll see you back at the office.
Cordy: OK, am I wrong in thinking that a "Please" and "Thank you" is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment?
Doyle: I think he appreciates us in his own unappreciative way.
Cordy: You want to know what I think? I think he uses his tortured creature of the night status as a license to be rude and insensitive!
[A tentacle wraps itself around Doyle's neck choking him Cordy never notices as she begins to slice up the monster.]
Sure, he is polite to the helpless and the downtrodden, but he ignores the people that are the closest to him. The people that matter the most, you know?
[Doyle is still being choked.] Can you say clueless?
Angel: Ah, good, you're back. Cordelia, you need to
Cordy: No! I don't care what horrible thing is about to happen. Asteroids are hurtling towards earth. Unspeakable evil is rising the San Fernando Valley. Jar-Jar is getting his own talk show. Whatever. I don't want to hear about it. Not until you ask us how it went.
Angel: Call your mother back. She phoned saying she'd like to speak with you. And what are you talking about?
Cordy: You do remember leaving us in the sewer with a giant calamari?
Angel: Yeah, and you're both here. So I assume it went okay, right?
Cordy: Yeah, it went okay. Of course it went okay, okay? That's not the point.
Angel: So there is a point.
Cordy: Being that it is possible to brood and show a little interest in the feeling of others.
Doyle: Well, she thinks that you're insensitive, and not to bring up the irony, but consider the source.
Angel: So I'm a little reserved, that doesn't mean I don't care.
Cordy: It's like you don't have a pulse.
Angel: I don't.
Cordy: Well, spend a little time listening to how the living interact.
Cordelia: He put the whammy on you! You stink with whammy!
Doyle: She's right.
Sensitive Angel: Talking stick, it's cursed all right.
Cordy to Doyle: There's a stick that talks?
Sensitive Angel: Cordelia, do you have any idea just how precious you are?
Doyle: All right, let's just talk about this stick.
Sensitive Angel: He uses it as a talisman. Anyone that touches the stick becomes infected. He admitted it to me after I [feels ashamed] threatened him with violence.
Cordy to Doyle: What's his trip?
Cordelia: We need a rock!
Sensitive Angel: I cant believe I feel comfortable with all this.
Cordelia: Dont argue. This is the only way in.
Doyle: Here. This one should do it.
[Doyle throws the rock and it comes short, hitting the wall.]
Cordelia: Aim for the window.
Doyle: I was!
Cordelia: Give me that!
[Cordelia throws it and it breaks the window.]
Doyle: Nice arm.
Sensitive Angel: Wow. Thats vandalism.
Doyle: Ah, we'll take care of it later.
Sensitive Angel: We should leave a note.
Sensitive Angel: Whats the magic word?
Sensitive Angel: I dont believe "Urgh" is the magic word, if one would call it a word and even then, certainly not a magic one.
Cordelia: We dont have time for this!
Sensitive Angel: Theres always time to be considerate of others, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Oh, please! [sarcastically]
Sensitive Angel: See, that wasnt so hard, now was it?
Kate: Someone's got a crush.
Kate: It's right there. What he feels about you. And you don't know what to do about it.
Cordelia: Please! We just joke around.
Kate: Where is the truth? Where is the truth? He's hiding behind Mr. Humor! I mean, look at--look at Doyle. Really look at him. What do you see?
Cordelia: A bad double-poly blend?
Kate: That's defense, Cordelia. Maybe you should open your heart to a new possibility.
Doyle: You know, she's starting to make some...
The Bachelor Party
The only money in my family is underneath the couch cushions. Not to mention the fact that half of them are demons. I'm sure if Cordy found out about that, my chances would be worse than zero. --Doyle
[As he and Angel go out to fight evil...] Everyone's got dinner plans but us. --Doyle
Hi, Doyle. Are you going to become loser-pining guy, like, full time now? Cause, you know, we already have one of those around the office. --Cordelia
Grade third taught Doyle--Doyle taught third grade?! The kind with children?! --Cordelia
As if I wasn't confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some...badly dressed super hero. --Cordelia
He was really beat up. And you know the first thing he said to me: Are you okay? That's, like, substance. --Cordelia
Maybe Doyle does have some hidden depths...really hidden depths but depths. And I sorta owe him a mochaccino for saving my life. --Cordelia
Well you shouldn't be trying to eat my friend's brains! --Cordelia
One word, just one word, Francis, and I'll eat your brains. --Harry
Doyle? Took charge? --Cordelia
Someone has to cheer him up. [Angel gets up.] Please, someone with a heartbeat. --Cordelia
[Doyle has a vision and grabs his head] Not my fault! --Cordelia
[to Doyle] You're a good half-man. --Richard
Doyle: So that's it, then? That's your exciting plan for this evening? A book?
Angel: I get enough excitement.
Doyle: Yeah, of the evil-fighting variety. But how 'bout a little off-duty fun? Two beautiful words: Sports Bar. Come on! You know they have trivia games on the Internet now? You can challenge against drunks around the world!
Cordelia: Who's Francis?
Doyle: That would be me. Allen Francis Doyle.
Cordelia: You'll get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.
Doyle: You think I'm nice?
Cordelia: I think it, I say it; it's my way.
Angel: Cordelia, let's go look through some reports.
Cordelia: What reports?
Doyle: Are you okay?
Cordelia: I'm fine...that was so...brave.
Doyle: Do you think you say that again with a little less shock in your voice? You're stepping on my moment of manliness here.
Cordelia: Sorry, I'm just...
I Will Remember You
The gateway for lost souls . . . is under the post office? --Angel
If we let something happen here ...we'd want more. --Buffy
It's happy fun time! --Doyle
Together you are powerful, alone you are dead. --The Powers That Be
They are the forbidden love of all time. --Cordelia
Hey, I'm glad for Angel. But if that means I'm off the hook with the powers that be as well? All the better. --Doyle
Angel: I wanna speak to the powers that be.
Doyle: Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's easier said than done, bud. The powers that be don't live in our reality. You have to approach them through channels. Dangerous channels.
Angel: You know what? Start approaching.
Doyle: That Morah demon regenerated more than just you.
Doyle: I had a vision. It's regenerated itself.
Doyle: In the tunnel where you followed it. Then it was in some sort of factory. I thought I tasted salt...could've been the margarita.
Cordelia: Where's the crabby scowl, the morbid gloom? This just means it cut deeper than usual. Batten down the hatches, here comes Hurricane Buffy.
Doyle: Ya think? Maybe he's over her.
Cordelia: You have so much to learn, little Irish man.
Angel: How come I keep getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything?
Doyle: 'Cause I'm not. We're both on a need-to-know basis here.
Angel: I need to know about this!
Doyle: I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark on the world.
Cordelia: We had a cat that used to do that.
[In the presence of the oracles]
Oracle 1 (male): Why are you here lower being?
Angel: The Mohra demon said that the end of days has begun. That others were coming. I need to know if he was telling the truth.
Oracle 1: [still impassive] As far as such things can be told.
Angel: What happens to the Slayer when these soldiers come?
Oracle 2 (female): [moving closer to Angel while examining his vase offering] What happens to all mortals beings...albeit sooner, in her case.
Angel: [dawning realization] Then she'll die. I'm here to beg for her life...
Oracle 1: It is not our place to grant life and death. [Both oracles begin to walk away.]
Angel: ...and ask you to take mine back. [Oracles stop and turn around] Look, I can't protect her or anyone this way. Not as a man.
Oracle 2: [intrigued and walking slowly towards Angel] You're asking to be what you were...a demon with a soul...because of the Slayer?
Oracle 1: Oh, this is a matter of love. This does not concern us. [begins to walk away again]
Angel: Yes, it does. The Mohra demon came to take a warrior from your cause...and it succeeded. I'm no good to you like this. I know you have it in your power to make this right...please.
Oracle 1: [whispers] What is done cannot be undone.
Oracle 2: What is not yet done can be avoided.
Oracle 1: Temporal folds are not to indulge the whims of lower beings.
Oracle 2: [agitated raising her hand] You are wrong. This one is willing to sacrifice every drop of human happiness he's ever known and love for another.... [looks at Angel up and down] He is not a lower being.
Oracle 1: There is one way, but it is not to be undertaken lightly.
Oracle 2: We will swallow this day...as though it never happened. 24 hours from when the moment the demon first attacked you. We take it back.
Angel: Then none of this happened...Buffy and I. What...what will stop us from doing the exact same thing?
Oracle 2: You. You alone will carry the memory of this day. [Angel realizing what the consequence would be] Can you carry this burden?
[Cut scene to Angel arriving back in his basement apartment confronting Buffy.]
Buffy: What happened?
Angel: Nothing happened. I just....
Buffy: Where've you been?
Angel: I went to see the oracles. I asked them to turn me back.
Buffy: What? Why?
Angel: Because more than ever I know how much I love you.
Buffy: No...you didn't.
Angel: If I stay mortal one of us will wind up dead. Maybe both of us. You heard what the Mohra said.
Buffy: The Mohra's gone. We killed him.
Angel: He said others would come.
Buffy: They always come, and they always will. But that's my problem now...not yours, remember?
Angel: No. I won't just stand by and let you fight, maybe die alone.
Buffy: Then we fight together.
Angel: Buffy, you saw what happened last night. If anything I'm a liability to you. You take chances to protect me, and that's not just bad to you...it's bad to the people we were meant to protect.
Buffy: So what? You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular joe and decided it's more fun being a superhero?
Angel: You know that's not it. How can we be together if the cost is your life or the lives of others?
[Buffy visibly begins to cry and Angel seeing this looks for the words to say. Words fail him and he moves closer and holds the one woman he loves more than life.]
Angel: [holding her in his arms] I know...I know. I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure I could do it if I woke up with you one more morning.
Buffy: [sobbing quietly, her head buried in his chest] I understand... [looking up at Angel] So what happens now?
Angel: The oracles have given...are giving us back the day. Turning back time so I can kill the Mohra before he can turn me mortal.
Angel: [Angel glances at the clock] Another minute.
[Upon hearing it, Buffy visibly loses it and opens her heart and lets her tears flow like we've never seen before.]
Buffy: A minute? NO! [tears flowing] No...it's not enough time.
Angel: We don't have a choice. It's done.
Buffy: How am I supposed to go on with my life? Knowing what we had? What we could have had?
Angel: You won't...no one will know but me.
Buffy: Everything we did...
Angel: It never happened.
Buffy: [shaking her head with tears in her eyes] It did! It did! I know it did!
[Again Angel's expression seems as if he wants to speak but words fail him. Buffy reaches out to touch the chest of the only man she has fully given her heart to.]
Buffy: I felt your heartbeat...
[Words fail them both and their passion ignites to kisses. Both look at the clock nearing the final minute.]
Buffy: No! NO! Oh god, it's not enough time...
[Angel holding her sniffles and for the first time ever we saw an Angel with tears flowing down his face.]
Angel: [sniffles and tears] Shh...shh...please.
[They both embrace.]
Angel: Please. Please.
Buffy: I'll never forget... I'll never forget... I'll never forget... I'll never forget... I'll Never Forget...
[They embrace and hold on tightly, but knowing full well what is coming. They both close their eyes to unite the beating of their two hearts. BRIGHT WHITE LIGHT. The End.]
Well, there's a girl upstairs who's not quite sad enough to cry in my arms, but...keep up the dark cloud. I might get lucky. --Doyle
Come on. You've lived and loved and lost and fought and vanquished inside a day, and I'm still trying to work up the nerve to ask Cordy out for dinner! Not to mention the part about tellin' her I'm half-demon. Should probably come first, huh? --Doyle
Alright, one of us has been drinking, and I'm sad to say it isn't me. --Doyle
I don't know what we need evil for when we got you right here. --Doyle
Well, if it's a fight they want...can't someone else give it to 'em? --Doyle
The good fight, yeah? You never know until you've been tested. I get that now. --Doyle
Too bad we'll never know...if this is a face you could learn to love. --Doyle
I punked out. I'd only just found out about my demon side. I didn't know what it meant. The idea of sudden family obligations with guys who looked like big blue pincushions...it was just a little bit too much to take right then. --Doyle
So much for the security of long-term savings bonds. --Doyle
Look, all I'm saying is advertising a superhero who can't really go out in the daylight might raise vampire suspicions! Not to mention our pesky lack of an investigator's license. --Doyle
We'll manage, Princess. --Doyle
Rieff: I thought all Brachen demons had a good sense of direction.
Doyle: Yeah, we're all pretty good at basketball, too.
Doyle: What does this thing do?
Angel: Its light kills anything with human blood.
Doyle: Well, it's getting brighter and that little doohickey's...it's fully armed, isn't it?
Cordelia: Would you ask me out for dinner already?
Doyle: Yeah? Cordelia, would you like to--
Cordelia: It's Angel.
Cordelia: Maybe if we get him a costume!
Doyle: A costume?
Cordelia: Well, the guy's a bonafide hero! Would it kill him to put on some tights and a cape and garner us a little free publicity?
Doyle: I don't see Angel puttin' on tights and...oh, now I do...and it's really disturbing.
Cordelia: Why didn't you tell me you were half-demon? I thought we agreed that secrets are bad!
Doyle: I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. Thought if I did, you'd reject me.
Cordelia: I've rejected you way before now! So you're half-demon! Big whoop! I can't believe you think I'd care about that. I mean, I work for a vampire. Hello?
Doyle: It's true. I just--
Cordelia: What do you think I am? Superficial? I mean, you're half-demon, that is so far down the list! Way under...short and...poor. Is there anything else I should know?
Doyle: Well, the half-demon thing...pretty much my big secret.
Doyle: If you need help, then look no further. Angel Investigations is the best! Our rats are low--
Doyle: It says rats. Our rates are low, but our standards are high. When the chips are down and you're at the end of your rope, you need someone that you can count on, and that's what you'll find here. Someone who'll go all the way, that'll protect you, no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices, and you'll see that there's still heroes left in this world. Is that it? Am I done?
Hack writers and ignorant media. --Angel (describing the source of vampire myths)
One of the perks of the job--after an all-nighter of fighting the lurking evil--we get eggs. --Cordy
Wesley: A rogue demon hunter.
Cordelia: What's a Rogue Demon?
Cordelia: People change.
Angel: And sometimes they change back. If there ever comes a day...
Cordelia: Oh, I'll kill you dead.
Cordelia: What are friends for?
I really hate dating. --Cordelia
Bartender: You her boyfriend?
Angel: No, Im her family.
Angel: 'Course if you're ready to come back
Cordelia: I'm fine. I had this great audition today from MaxCracks(?) you know, the little crackers?
Angel and Wesley: That's great!
Angel: You know, 'cause a cracker's something everyone can
Cordelia: This producer is so nice. He said I was his first choice! We're going out to dinner tonight.
[Wesley and Angel exchange a look.]
Angel: Ahh tonight?
Wesley: Best to get back on her horse, I suppose, if he's
Cordelia: He's so sweet!
[Turns around with her back facing to Angel and Wesley]
He says all I have to do is let him impregnate me with his demon master's seed and I've got the part!
[She turns back to face them and exchanges a look with Wesley and Angel.]
Alright, I understand your concern, but I'm OK! I mean, it was an ordeal, but I got through it. I'm a lot stronger than those loser demon-surrogates thought.
Angel: I'm starting to learn that.
Cordelia: I learned something, too. I learned, um, men are evil wait I knew that. I learned that L.A.'s full of self-serving phonies. Nope, got that one down, too. Uh, sex is bad?
Angel: We all knew that.
Cordelia: Right. [Gets serious.] I know that I have 2 people I trust absolutely with my life and that's new.
[Angel and Cordelia exchange grins while Wesley pretends not to be crying.]
Can I get you some blood or anything? --Cordelia to Angel
Hi, Dennis....How are you? [Dennis gives Angel a beer.] Still dead? I know the feeling. --Angel
Maybe you can crush the beans with your vampire strength. Mush the bag. --Cordelia
I just don't see, I feel. Thank you, Doyle. --Cordelia
Portals? There're portals now? --Cordelia
Wesley, stop kissing butt. It's not like we get overtime. [to Angel] I'll get right on it. --Cordelia
These things were definitely hooked up by a bored warlock. --Angel on cel phones
Oh, and Baudelaire is a little taller and a lot drunker than depicted. --Angel
Groveling isn't just a way of life for you. It's an art. --Cordelia to Wesley
Angel: She's very attractive...for a demon.
Cordelia: She's a hottie, huh?
Wesley: I'm your faithful servant, Angel.
Cordelia: Like I said, an art.
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