link to this site

Doyle: Well, I like the place. Not much of a view, but it's got a nice Batcave sort of an air to it.

City of...

Doyle: Say, you wouldn't have a beer of any kind in here, would you?

City of...

Angel: What do you want?

Doyle: I've been sent. By the Powers That Be.

Angel: The powers that be what?

City of...

Angel: You don't smell human.

Doyle: Now that's a bit rude. As it happens I'm very much human [sneezes, morphs to blue-green spiky demon visage] on my mother's side.

City of...

Doyle: We all got somethin' to atone for.

City of...

Doyle: It's about reaching out to people, showing them that there's love and hope still left in this world—

Homeless woman: Hey, spare change?

Doyle: Get a job, you lazy sow. [to Angel] Y'know, it's about lettin' them in your heart.

City of...

Doyle: High school's over, bud. You gotta make with the grown-up talk now.

City of...

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.

City of...

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.

City of...

Doyle: Well, listen, best of luck to you man. I've got some fairly large coin riding on the Vikings tonight, but I’ll be there with you in spirit, yeah?

Angel: You’re driving.

Doyle: Now wait a minute. Nuh-huh, I’m not combat ready. I’m just the messenger!

City of...

Doyle: Good gate.

City of...

Doyle: You’ve made a good choice. She’ll provide a connection to the world. She’s got a very – humanizing influence.

Angel: You think she’s a Hottie.

Doyle: Yeah, she’s a stiffener alright, I can’t lie about that.

City of...

Doyle: It's Friday night. It's the most social night of the week! A couple of lookers like us should be out there enjoying the nightlife. Not sitting here in the dark like some kind of...

Angel: ...some kind of vampire?

Doyle: Well, yeah.— I was going to say Slacker, but, yeah, to you, Mr. Obvious.

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: We deserve a night of fun, don't you think? I mean, it breaks up those nights of death and mayhem. Plus we could toast the new business, you know, the three of us.

Angel: Yeah, Doyle, if you want to ask Cordelia out, just do it yourself.

Doyle: I don't even know if she likes me, man, unless you put a word in for me. You know, just tell her what a great guy I am!

Angel: I barely know you.

Doyle: Perfect. That should make it easier for you, then.

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: When you're talking me up to her, don't let her in on that me being half demon. Because, you know, women can be a little funny about that.

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: Great idea! Calling cards. It's not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky when ever they need help, you know?

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: It's a--a bird. No, no, wait, it's an owl. A--a bird that hunts at night. Brilliant! It's a...a...

Cordelia: It's an angel!

Angel: An angel. Right. It's an angel!

Doyle: Brilliant. So obvious and so clever on so many levels...

Cordelia: Oh, shut up!

Lonely Hearts

Doylea: Hey, hey, hey! This isn't a marketing seminar here, 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. You 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' ye? What's that you say? Minions from hell gettin' you down?

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: So you got everyone figured out, huh?

Cordelia: Not everyone. I mean you I don't get.

Doyle: Me?

Cordelia: Yeah, I mean, what's with those vision things of yours?

Doyle: They're messages I get, you know from the higher powers, whoever they may be. You know, it's my gift!

Cordelia: If that was my gift, I'd return it. I mean you get those headaches, and you do this bleh thing with your face.

Doyle: What thing with my face?

Lonely Hearts

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 come with a dossier?

Doyle: Well, I'm sure to mention it...

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: Listen, I don't want any trouble, okay?

Guy: Hey, what's the trouble.

Doyle: No, trouble. Did I not just get through saying that we don't want any trouble? We are trouble-free, okay?

Guy: Turns out, she's a hooker and her pimp here is giving me a hard time.

Cordelia: That's it!

Doyle: Down, Cor...

Cordelia: Did you hear what he just said about me?

Doyle: Everyone just simmer down here, okay? Violence isn't going to solve a thing here. (steps forward and head-buts him) On the other hand it is kind of festive.

Lonely Hearts

Angel: You know, I'm having a hard time believing that Doyle's vision meant I was supposed to come here to break up a bar fight.

Doyle: Yeah, well, if it was, I'm in for some serious workman's comp.

Lonely Hearts

Angel: This socializing thing is brutal. I mean, I was young once. I used to go to bars. It wasn't anything like this.

Doyle: I used to go to taverns. Small towns, where everybody used to know each other.

Cordelia: Yeah, 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: Well, you're in the big, bad city now, huh? Where everyone's a stranger--hiding behind walls, keeping secrets.

Lonely Hearts

Angel: How'd you pick up computer skills?

Cordelia: Downloading pictures of naked women?

Doyle: Well, that's more or less accurate.

Lonely Hearts

Cordelia: Yeah. Ugh, 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 with that?

Doyle: Yeah, you know--I mean, it really depends, doesn't it? I mean some demons could actually be nice, given the opportunity. I think, you'd have to get to know them, yeah?

Cordelia: I've met a lot of demons, and slime aside, not a whole lot going on there.

Lonely Hearts

Doyle: Wow, this is... place is...I thought girls are supposed to like pretty things.

Lonely Hearts

Cordelia: That is so High School! Cordelia wears bras. Oh, she has girl parts!

Doyle: Take it easy. You're being a tad defensive here. I think it's refreshing seeing a woman living like this. You know, it means you're not so up tight. Means you live for the moment.

[He steps into a dirty cereal bowl sitting on the floor.]
Doyle: You're disgusting.

Lonely Hearts

Cordelia: Why are you not rejoicing at out first paying client?

Doyle : Because that's not money you're holding in your hand there, darling, that's mail. There's a big difference between that and actually getting paid.

In The Dark

Cordelia: But she has to pay! Invoice! That's the rule of our whole, like, society!

Doyle: Defaulting? That's another popular rule in our society – especially with the downandouts. Not that I've perpetrated said heinousness myself...

In The Dark

Cordelia: So what are you saying. Why bother?

Doyle: All I'm saying is that if we're ever going to take that cruise to the Bahamas together, we're going to need a lot more clients of means.

Cordelia: And an alternate reality in which you are Matthew McConaughey.

In The Dark

Oz: Hello, LA.

Cordy : Oz? Oh, my god. Oz. It's so good to see you. Good old Oz! Oz. Oz!

Doyle: Let me just take a stab at it, you'd be Oz?

Oz: Good guess.

In The Dark

Cordelia: Okay, you're getting weird about this ring. Since when did you go all versace about accessorizing?

Doyle: Since the accessory is priceless and renders it's wearer 100% unkillable if he's a vampire.

Cordelia: Unkillable? Whew. You mean not even stakes?

Doyle: Not nothing. Not stakes, not fire, and the best thing is not even sunlight. (to Angel) I mean just think of it man. Poolside tanning, bargain matinees, plus I know
a couple of strip clubs that have a fabulous luncheon buffet, I mean, it's – I've heard.

In The Dark

Doyle walks over to Angel: Come on I have something that will boost your spirits. (picks up a stake) Why don't you put it on and I'll stake you. It'll be fun!

Angel still playing with the ring in his hand and looking off to the side: Maybe later.

In The Dark

Doyle: I'm still going to celebrate with a drink down at the pub.

Cordy to Oz: He'd celebrate the opening of a mailbox with a drink at the pub.

In The Dark

Doyle: Oh, God. You know what would feel really good right now? One of those mindnumbing, headcracking visions that I get from time to time, because that would really kill me now. [struggles with childproof aspirin bottle] Is there some kind of trick to this?

In The Dark

Cordy : I think the trick is laying of the ale before you start quoting Angela's Ashes and weeping like a baby man.

Doyle: Hey, that's a good book.

Cordelia: So I've heard. But I doubt that the main characters are Betty and Barney Rubble as you so vehemently insisted last night. Also I don't think Oz appreciated being called my little Bam-bam all night.

In The Dark

Cordelia: Frankie Tripod? Oh, I get it. Some kind of threelegged monster, right?

Doyle: No, he's human.

Cordelia: Then why is his name... Oh...

In The Dark

Doyle: Hey listen, why don't you sit down. Get comfortable. Angel said I should go through every name in my book until I get a bead on where Spike is hiding out. Could be a while.

Cordelia: Please. I couldn't get comfortable in here if the floor was lined with mink.

In The Dark

Cordelia: I mean, how can you live like this?

Doyle: Well, I didn't until last week. Then I saw what you did with your place and I just had to call my decorator.

In The Dark

Doyle: Yeah? Hey, Kizzy. Yeah, vamp named Spike. No? Okay. What, a "C" note? I absolutely paid that back, man! Hey, no, sorry, there goes my other line." [Slams phone down] "He was mistaken, but I didn't have time to get into it, right? I'm on a mission here!

In The Dark

Doyle: House of Pies.

In The Dark

Spike: What is it with you good guys running in packs? Who is this one then?

Doyle: More than meets the eye.

Spike: Ooh, the Mick's got spine! Maybe I'll snap it in two.

In The Dark

Doyle: You got a real addiction to the brooding part of life. Anyone ever tell you that?

In The Dark

Cordelia: Uh, look at all these bills: water, power, and my perennial favorite: the rent. What am I missing?

Doyle: Not a thing I can see.

I Fall To Pieces

Cordelia: I have needs.

Doyle: Needs.

Cordelia: A person needs certain designer things.

Doyle: Personally I don't think you need much in the way of clothes.

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: He likes playing the hero, walking off into the dark with his long coat flowing behind him in a mysterious and attractive way.

Cordelia: Is this a private moment? Because I can leave you alone.

Doyle: No, no, I'm not saying I'm attracted.

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Pen. Paper. Single malt scotch.... This ain't single malt, it's... [gropes for word] polymalt!

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Maybe I'm a little attracted."

I Fall To Pieces

Angel: This shouldn't be about money.

Doyle: It isn't.

Cordelia: Yeah, you should listen to... It isn't?!

Doyle: No, it's about doing what's best for the people you've helped. People get attached to a mysterious savior, and can you blame them? But as long as you're just a man who's doing a job, and getting paid, they can feel like they've paid their debt to you and they can move on--independent like.

Cordy to Doyle: You are a lot smarter than you look. Of course, you look like a retard."

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Protect and serve. It's entirely my bag. As long as I'm not in the way.

Melissa: Oh, no. I like it. As long as you're not bored.

Doyle: No, no. I'm good. I have a word jumble right here. That should keep me occupied, sadly, for most of the day.

I Fall To Pieces

Melissa: I do feel better having you all on the case. I guess Angel has handled a lot of cases like this.

Doyle: Dozens. Hundreds. Dozens of hundreds.

Melissa: Wow, it happens that often?

Doyle: Well, exactly like yours? Not quite so many. But protecting young women such as yourself? Yeah, there've been, ah, 4. And 3 of them are very much alive.

I Fall To Pieces

Melissa: Ah, yeah. Bungee jumping.

Doyle picks up the picture: I've always meant to do that, but I intensely don't want to, so I haven't gotten around to it yet.

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Don't you worry. When Angel is finished with this case I can guarantee you'll be wanting to jump off a bridge again."

I Fall To Pieces

Cordelia: What did you put in her tea?

Doyle still looking for holes he might have missed: Enough whiskey to drop my Aunt Tudy. That woman had some girth.

Cordy sighs: What's the point?

Doyle: Well, it tastes good and it relaxes you.

Cordelia: No, I mean of ever going out with anyone.

Doyle: Well, people need people. And people who need people (takes a step closer to Cordy) are the luckiest...

I Fall To Pieces

Cordelia: Either you like them and they don't like you. Or you can't stand them which just guarantees that they'll keep on hovering around and never go away.

Doyle: Uh, yeah, I just hate guys like that. I'll just check on..."

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Not every relationship leads to disaster.

Cordelia: You ever had one?

Doyle: Not me personally. But I've read..."

I Fall To Pieces

Cordelia: See, you can save damsel and make decent money. Is this a great country or what?!

Doyle: Let's march down to the bank and deposit this beauty.

Angel: You guys go ahead. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.

Doyle: Oh, right, you're pretty much the night deposit guy."

I Fall To Pieces

Doyle: Well, still, cause to celebrate.

Cordelia: You think everything's a cause to celebrate.

I Fall To Pieces

Cordelia: Have a vision.

Doyle: I just can't perform on demand.

Cordelia: We need the clients. Have a vision.

Doyle: That money's corrupted you.

Cordelia: If I hit you in the head, would you have a vision?

Doyle: Get away from me, you're insane!

I Fall To Pieces

Demon: You owe money.

Doyle: It's all about money. What about friendship and family all those things that are priceless, like they say in those credit card commercial?

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: No, no, no, no, no. Angel man, how could you?

Angel: How what?

Doyle: Man, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her down, too. But no, handsome, brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: Listen, I was wondering if anybody called lately? Maybe asking about me or maybe wanting my address?

Cordelia: Oh, yeah. Yesterday your cousin called, with one of those names from your part of England.

Doyle: My part of England?

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: Well, the things you learn! I had no idea Angel was Queen of the Winter Ball.

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: You know it's not nice to trick people!

Rm w/a Vu

Angel: You don't even know who this demon is collecting for.

Doyle: All right, look, here's how it works: I owe some people other people owe me. I do a favor for some guy and the debt goes away. It's a system of checks and balances.

Angel: And some of your checks didn't balance.

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: You know what I smell in here? Potential.

Rm w/a Vu

Cordelia: Oh, my gosh. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?

Doyle: [watching Cordelia] "No, never.

Rm w/a Vu

Cordelia: First thing hire someone to take out that wall.

Doyle: I though you said it was perfect.

Cordelia: Yes, and part of being perfect is that there being one tiny flaw for me to fix.

Doyle: Ah, must be why you find me so fascinating.

Rm w/a Vu

Cordelia: Oh my gosh, I love my apartment. Your guy found the perfect place. (Hugs Doyle) I love your guy!

Doyle: Yeah, well, it's a pretty good day's work for us, I think. I take care of your problem; Angel takes care of mine. All in all things are pretty sweet.

Rm w/a Vu

Angel: Why do you live like this?

Doyle: Why not live like this? I mean, what's wrong with it? Yeah, well, I guess, it's the kind of life that keeps your expectations from getting too high. Seems like you'd understand that.

Angel: I do. I just don't know why that's important to you. This kind of life sort of picked me. You don't have to do it this way.

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: It's getting dodgy in here!

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: There. Safe as houses.

Angel: You're going to live like this?

Doyle: I don't see adding a deadbolt having a huge effect on my lifestyle.

Rm w/a Vu

Angel: Sooner or later I'm going to need to hear it.

Doyle: Hear what?

Angel: The story of your life.

Doyle sighs: And quite a tale it is, too. Full of ribald adventures and beautiful damsels with loose morals...

Angel: Doyle.

Doyle: I will. Just... give me time.

Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: The past, she don't let go, does she?

Angel: Hmm, she never does.

Rm w/a Vu

Cordelia: Okay, 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.

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: Well, she thinks that you're insensitive, and not to bring up the irony, but consider the source.

Sense and Sensitivity

Angel: Look, Cordelia. Women's shoes.. Men... they just don't--

Doyle: Great shoes! New?

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: You were right, Papazian is planning something.

Angel: What did you hear?

Doyle: That Papazian is planning something.

Angel: That's it?

Doyle: Johnny Red says, quote: Papazian is planing something.

Angel nods: I thought he might be planning something.

Doyle: See, you were right.

Sense and Sensitivity

Cordy to Doyle: What's her deal? Too much...(makes a drinking motion with her thumb pointing at her mouth)

Doyle: Thumb sucking?

Cordelia: Alcohol! Dummy.

Doyle: Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one that needs to brush up on their finger pantomime.

Sense and Sensitivity

Kate in a singsong voice: Some one's got a crush.

Doyle: What?

Kate to Cordelia: It's right there, how 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 is 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: Hey, you know, she's starting to make some sense--

Cordelia: Angel!

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: Ack.

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: I think he's just found Mr. Sensitivity.

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: Angel, man, you've got to snap out of this!

Cordelia: Right now. It's time for you to get all vampy grr! Kate needs you.

Angel shakes his head: I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.

Sense and Sensitivity

Doyle: How about a little off-duty fun?

Angel: Such as?

Doyle: 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.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Anything, please! I just can't sit around here while...

Cordelia: While I steal into the night with my incredibly-more-wealthy-then-you prince?

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Yeah, just because he has money, doesn't mean that he can make you happy.

Cordelia: I'll have you know that Pierce has a lot more than money. He has a house in Montecito, he has a Mercedes CLK 320 and a place in the hills with a lap pool.

Doyle: Since you put it that way...

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: She's not going to fall for my ample but unpretentious charms, is she?

Angel: Not unless unpretentious means you don't like to brag about your family's old money.

Doyle: Hey, 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* then zero.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Well, how does she feel about a man with an Irish accent?

The Bachelor Party

Angel: Doyle, you're stronger when your demon, right? So why did you shake it off?

Doyle: I just don't like to fight like that.

Angel: This isn't a spelling bee. Nobody expects you to fight fair.

Doyle: It's just not my style, that's all.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Are you okay?

The Bachelor Party

Cordelia: That was.. You were so... brave.

Doyle: You think you could say that again without so much shock in your voice? You're stepping on my moment of manliness here.

Cordelia: I'm sorry. I'm just--

Doyle: Surprised?

Cordelia: Grateful.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Fangs for the memories, vamp man!

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: That wasn't--

Cordelia: An incredible spaz attack? Good.

The Bachelor Party

Cordelia: Well, ahm, I was thinking that, ah, maybe I haven't been entirely fair to you. Maybe you don't actually have potential.

Doyle: Wow, Cordelia. Thanks.

The Bachelor Party

Harry: Hey, Francis.

Doyle: Harry.

Cordelia: Francis?

The Bachelor Party

Cordelia: Who's Francis?

Doyle: That would be me. Alan Francis Doyle.

The Bachelor Party

Harry comes in and closes the door: I'm sorry about the surprise. I would've called first but I was afraid..

Doyle: I'd run off? That's not my style, remember?

The Bachelor Party

Harry: You look good.

Doyle: Yeah, you, too.

Harry: You're still living it up? You know that drinking's no good for you.

Doyle: "Yeah, you know me. I'm a fun-loving guy.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: You're You're marrying that guy?

Harry: I know it's wild, huh? I'm definitely the Ying to his Yang, but it works! He's got a good heart, Francis, just like you.

The Bachelor Party

Harry: I didn't come here for your approval.

Doyle: Then why? To see my face when I found out? To see if it would cut?

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Divorce papers?

Harry: It had to happen. I mean one of us...

Doyle: Yeah, well, maybe I should get my people to look over these, before I go ahead. Make sure I'm not buying an ostrich farm.

Harry: Sure. Tell 'your people' that I'll come back for them in a few days.

The Bachelor Party

Harry: It's good to see you again, Francis.

Doyle: It's Doyle, now. It's just Doyle.

The Bachelor Party

Angel sits down: So, you two hadn't been in touch at all since you split up?

Doyle: Oh, the end was rough. We weren't even twenty when we got married. Crazy about each other. And when things go wrong and you're young like that, you don't just say 'Hey, thanks for the blender, I wish you well'. You fight. You tear each other apart until one of you can't take it. She did the walking. But she had reason.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: I wasn't exactly the man she married. I changed.

Angel: You shouldn't blame yourself. I mean, you were kids. It's only natural..

Doyle: What, the sneeze and sprout demon face? That's decidedly unnatural, my friend.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: I never met my dad. He was the demon. And my mom, well, she figured she'd wait to see if I'd got his genes before she got all confessional.

Angel: So your demon self didn't present..

Doyle: Until I was 21 and Harry and I we were talking about having kids of our own. Huh, put a damper on the discussion, you can imagine.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: You know all that time Harry would go on about what an amazing thing my demon half could be, the worlds that it opened up to us, I thought she was just trying to make me feel better. I thought that she was pitying me. But it was true. I just wasn't listening. You know, Harry didn't leave because of the demon in me, she left because of me.

The Bachelor Party

Richard: Everybody, this party is for Doyle as much as it is for me, more even. He's the real bachelor here.

Doyle: Yeah, and thanks for not rubbing that in, by the way.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Yup, and I got to tell you, I've had a lot to regret in my life, but nothing more than the way things went with me and Harry. I should have made her happy, and I didn't. And now we both have a second chance. Her to be happy, and me not to stand in the way. I guess what I'm trying to say to you is that I give you my blessing, Richard.

Richard: God bless you." [moves to hug him]

Doyle: As long as we skip the hug thing.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: You know, this is great, but I can't reach the pretzels.

Richard: Doyle, I just want to say how incredibly moved I am by your sacrifice. I hope that doesn't make me less of a man in your eyes.

Doyle: Sacrifice? Huh?

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Hey, my head's going numb.

Richard: Well, I should hope so! We wouldn't want you to suffer when we cut into your skull.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Look, Richard, as much as I like your family, and they're great, honest, I'd really prefer if they didn't cannibalize me.

Richard: Oh, no! You misunderstand.

Doyle: I do?

Richard: Yeah. It'll just be me.

Doyle: Why don't I just give you that hug and we can call it even?

The Bachelor Party

Richard: You're not trying to back out, are you? Not after you gave your blessing.

Doyle: Yeah, yeah. I take it back!

Richard: Oh. Well. I see. Now I'm not so sure I even want to eat your brains!

Dad: Don't be petulant, Richard. You'll eat his brains. He can't take back a blessing. Now, apologize to your friend.

Richard: He's right. That was rude. I'd be honored to eat your brains.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: Harry says I should mix with other demons, I'll mix!

The Bachelor Party

Cordy : Hi, Doyle. Are you going to become loserpining guy, like, fulltime now? Because you know, we already have one of those around the office.

Angel: Hey!

Doyle: Hey!

Cordelia: He can get away with it. He's tall and look at the way clothes hang on him. But you...

Angel: Okay, I think you've cheered us up enough.

The Bachelor Party

Cordelia: You can't live in the past. You got to move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day. (Doyle sits up on the couch) Did I mention letting it go?

Doyle: Twice.

Cordy sits down next to him with a sigh: You'll get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.

The Bachelor Party

Doyle: You think I'm a nice guy?

Cordelia: I think it, I say it. That's my way.

Doyle: Thanks.

Cordelia: Feeling better?

Doyle: Yeah.

The Bachelor Party

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