Doyle: It's Friday night! It's the most social night of the week! I mean, a couple a' lookers like us should be out there enjoyin' the night life. Instead you're sittin' here, moping around the dark like some kind of a—
Angel: A vampire?
Doyle: Well, yeah, I was gonna say 'slacker' but yeah, to you, Mister Obvious...
Angel: Doyle, if you wanna ask Cordelia out, just do it yourself.
Doyle: Wait a minute, I don't even know if she likes me, man. Unless you put in a good word for me, you know, just tell her what a great guy I am.
Angel: I barely know you.
Doyle: Well, perfect! That should make it easier for you.
Doyle: Great idea - calling cards! It's not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky whenever you need help, right?
Angel: Heh, look at that. There's our number. It's right next to a... an... um... a butterfly?
Doyle: It's obviously not a butterfly, you idiot. It's a bird. No, wait, it's an owl! A bird that hunts a night - brilliant! It's a...
Cordelia: It's an angel!
Angel: An angel! Right, it's an angel.
Doyle: Brilliant, so obviously it's so clever on so many levels...
Cordelia: Oh, shut up.
Doyle: This isn't a marketing seminar, princess. You've got to stay a bit more below radar.
Cordelia: What radar?
Doyle: The police? You know, the service our friend Angel provides, might put some people in mind of the V-word.
Cordelia: Vampire?
Doyle: No, vigilante. Y'know, there are laws against this. You need to chat people up a little more casual-like. You know, 'Hi, what's your name? How's life treatin' ya? What's that you say? Minions from hell gettin' ya down?'"
Angel: Are you maybe in need of some... rescuing?
Kate: Well that's the strangest line I'm going to hear tonight.
Angel: No, it's not a line. I'm—
Kate: Oh, I didn't mean... That was harsh.
Angel: No, hey, you know... I'm not very good at this... talking.
Kate: Well, I'm the expert. I'm sure you can see. Well, the answer is no, I don't need rescuing... I gave up on the 'knight in shining armour' concept a while ago.
Kate: I sound like a big hypocrite, don't I? Ragging on this place, I still come here almost every night. How else are you gonna meet someone outside of work? It's either this or sit at home alone in the dark.
Angel: Wouldn't want that...
Cordelia: What's with those vision things of yours?
Doyle: Well they're messages I get, you know, from the 'Higher Powers', whoever they are. You know, it's my gift.
Cordelia: If that was my gift? I'd return it.
Angel: What are you looking for?
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. What was your question?
Cordelia: Did you hear what he just said about me?!
Doyle: Okay, everyone just simmer down here, okay? Violence is not gonna solve a thing, all right? [suddenly head-butts the other guy in the face] On the other hand, it's kinda festive...
Angel: [to Doyle] How'd you pick up computer skills?
Cordelia: Downloading pictures of naked women?
Doyle: Well, that's more or less accurate.
Angel: I'm just asking you not to go in there.
Kate: And where are you going?
Angel: [awkward pause, then] In there.
Kate: Well, I'll tell you what. I can go wherever I want and, uh... you can go to hell.
Angel: [watching her walk away] Been there... done that.
Cordelia: Uch, 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 its head. I mean, honestly? What kind of a statement is this thing trying to make?
Doyle: Well, I mean... you know... it really depends, doesn't it? I think some demons could be actually nice, y'know, given the opportunity. I think you'd hafta know them, yeah?
Cordelia: I've known a lot of demons. And slime aside? Not a lot going on there.
Angel: We're on the same side. I'm after this guy too.
Kate: You're telling me you're an investigator?
Angel: More or less.
Kate: Where's your license?
Angel: That's the 'less' part.
Angel: Kate, you don't know. You didn't see—
Kate: What I see is the carving job of an impotent sicko. It's frustrating, isn't it? Not being able to connect? To love like other people? How do you get them to trust you, Angel? Give them the big, dark eyes, the 'I'm not good with talk' speech?
Angel: He gives them what they're longing for.
Kate: And what is that?
Angel: Hope. That the loneliness might end.
[Doyle picks up Cordelia's bra and models it]
Cordelia: That is so high school! 'Cordelia wears bras! Ooh, she has girl parts!'"
Doyle: Take it easy, you're bein' a tad defensive here. I think it's refreshing to see a woman living like this, y'know? Means you're not so uptight. You live for the moment. [steps in a dirty cereal bowl] You're disgusting.
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?
Angel: It eviscerates its victims as it goes from body to body, and it may only be able to do it after some kind of sex act, an 'exchange of fluids' thing.
Cordelia: Ew.
Doyle: Lovely.
Cordelia: What makes you think it'll show? It knows you're after it.
Angel: It'll be out there. It's gotta keep trying to make a connection.
Cordelia: Why?
Angel: Because that's what lonely people do.
Cordelia: It's a parasite. Moves from body to body. And when it starts to leave one for the next? Not gonna gag here, but the first one goes gerplooey pretty fast.
Doyle: Yep, curdles like cream on a hot day.
Cordelia: I believe I covered that with non-dairy gerplooey.
Angel: All I need is five minutes. You think I'm your man after that, arrest me. Meet me at the bar at 7:00.
Kate: Sure, that's actually on my to-do list for this week: "walk into a serial killer's trap."
Bartender: Kate. The usual?
[Kate shows him her badge]
Bartender: That's... not your usual.
Kate: Every now and then I'm in the mood for something different.
Kate: I think you should know I searched your place. Illegally, no warrant.
Angel: Why are you telling me?
Kate: I don't know. I guess so we can start fresh, no secrets. Some pretty weird stuff for a veterinarian.
[Angel gives her one of his cards]
Angel: Look, if you ever need me, or if I can help you in any way…
Kate: What is this, a lobster?
Angel: Uh... [takes the card back] I'll be around.
Angel: I know you guys have been working hard and cooped up inside a lot. And to show my appreciation I was thinking, the night being, 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 can sit in the dark alone.
Angel: God, yes. Thank you.
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