Doyle: 'Hey, you know, maybe we should go over this thing again of you getting out in the world and involving yourself with people. 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. - You got to come out, man!'
Doyle: 'Because 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.'
Doyle: 'You know, I am:-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.'
Cordelia: 'They're finally in.'
Doyle: 'There in.'
Cordelia: 'Your cards.'
Doyle: 'The cards.'
Cordelia: 'Your calling cards to leave with people so they know how to reach you.'
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?'
Angel: 'Hey, look at that, there is our number. It's right next to a: a um - a - a butterfly?'
Doyle: 'It's obviously not a butterfly, you idiot. 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:'
Cordy: 'Oh, shut up!'
Doyle: 'Oh, jeez:'
Cordy: 'Come on, don't be such a baby. I barely hit you.'
Angel: 'He, hey, hey, Doyle!'
'Are you okay, man?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, I'm okay.'
Angel: 'What did you see? What did you see?'
Doyle: 'It's a bar. Uh, I think I recognize it. It's one of those terminally-stuck- in-the-eighties places.'
Angel: 'Yeah, and?'
Doyle: 'That's it. No faces popped out at me, man. Just, just a feelin''
Cordy: 'What feeling?'
Doyle: 'Something's gonna happen.'
Angel: 'Looks like you got your wish.
Looks like we're going out after all.'
Kevin: 'May I?'
Sharon: 'What? Oh, sure, sure.'
Kevin: 'God, I just hate places like this, don't you?'
Kevin: 'When I was a kid I thought: you grow up, you meet *her*, and everything sort of falls into place.'
Sharon: 'Yeah, I had that. - Only I had a him, where you had a her. Actually I just had a Ken and Barbie.'
Kevin: 'Ken and Barbie had it easy.
They never had to come to places like this. But you've got to try.
I mean, what if she was here and you missed her because you were - I don't know - too burned out to still believe? - You know what I mean?'
Sharon: 'I know exactly what you mean. You have to believe that someday you're going to meet someone special.'
Kevin: 'I think I have. - Oh, god. I can't believe I just said that! I mean, I think you're special - but it just sounded so:'
Sharon: 'No, it sounded nice - Kevin.'
Cordy: 'Ooh, classy! - Okay, now what?'
Angel: 'All right. Look, let's split up. Look for someone that might be in trouble.'
Doyle: 'Or for something that's about to cause it.'
Bartender: 'What can I get you?'
Angel: 'Um, I'm just wondering, have you noticed anything unusual tonight?'
Angel: 'Yeah, you know, - out of the ordinary - possibly even - dangerous?'
Bartender: 'Don't worry. It's early yet. The real hot women don't mosey in until around 11:00.'
Cordy: 'Hi! If you're in trouble, just call this number. We can help.'
'Hi. Being harassed by someone or something? Just dial us up, day or night. You look troubled. Are you troubled - or is that just your lazy eye? -
Anyway, call us, we are very discreet.'
Doyle: '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.'
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?'
Cordelia: 'I'm an actress, a student of the human animal. I don't need to talk to people to know their story.'
'You see jazz-hands over there?
Mama's boy. Peter Pan complex.
Self-absorbed closet-dud, with a big 'the world owes me' chip on her shoulder. Check out Sarah-plain-and-tall. Has or comes from big money.'
Doyle: 'How do you know all that?'
Cordy: 'Well, you've got to be rich to snag the Calvin Kline model she's leaving with.'
Doyle: 'Yeah, well, they're all riveting insights and such, but we need to find someone that's in trouble?'
Cordy: 'How's Angel doing?'
Angel: 'No seriously, I wasn't hitting on you!' Blond: 'Are you okay?'
Girl: 'No, no, nothing. - Sorry.'
Angel: 'No. Am I okay?'
Girl: 'Well you just looked - bad. - Not that you look bad, you look very nice:
I think I'm just going to have my drink.'
Girl: 'For thinking you look bad, or thinking you look good?'
Angel: 'You choose. - I'm Angel.'
Girl: 'I'm - I'm Kate.'
'So do you come here a lot?'
Angel: 'First time. It's really:'
Kate: 'Easy? Yeah. I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get into, but I can't get into them. - Anyway, this is close to home. -
So, did you - did you just stop in?'
Angel: 'I'm sort of looking for someone.'
Kate: 'I'm sorry, if am I keeping you:'
Angel: 'No, no, no, I'm just looking for someone to - rescue? - 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 armor concept a while ago. - Anyway I don't expect to find him here at the international house of posers.'
Angel: 'People can surprise you.'
Kate: 'I sound like a big hypocrite, don't I? Ragging on this place, I still come here most every night. How else are you going to meet somebody outside of work? It's either this, or sit at home alone in the dark.'
Angel: 'Hmm. Wouldn't want that.'
Kate: 'So - what do you do?'
Kate: 'For a living.'
Angel: 'I - ah - well, basically I - um - I help: I'm a veterinarian.'
Kate: 'Really. - Well, I always say a man that loves animals, is a man you can trust.'
Doyle: 'So you got everyone figured out, huh?'
Cordy: 'Not everyone. I mean you I don't get.'
Cordy: '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!'
Cordy: '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?'
Cordy: '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:'
Blond guy: 'Hey, you're the one handing out those cards?'
Cordy: 'Do you need help?'
Blond guy: 'Well, I was wondering if that is really your number. Do you mind if I ring you up some time for a date?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, she minds.'
Cordy: 'I can handle this, ok. Yes, I mind. This is a business card. We offer our services to people in need.'
Blond guy: 'Well, I might be in need of a little service. You charge by the hour?'
Cordy: 'Excuse me?'
Doyle: 'Alright. Just everyone relax here a little bit. The Lady is with me, all right?'
Cordy: 'No, I'm not.'
Blond guy: 'Hey, nobody is talking to you, wipe.'
Kate: 'I guess I just - I just have a hard time, you know - trusting people.
Male people particularly. In a place like this, it's not like anyone is just going to come up to you and show you who they really are. Every body is too busy to get, - I don't know - what ever it is they are looking for.'
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?'
Angel: 'What are you looking for?'
Kate: 'I guess I'm just trying to make a connection. The more I come to places like this the harder it gets. - What about you?'
Angel: 'I honestly don't know. But I'll know it when I see it.'
Kate: 'Would you? - I'm sorry. Forget it.'
Kate: 'I was just going to ask you - if you would like to go some place - more quiet.'
Angel: 'Um, I can't. - I have got to stay here.'
Angel: 'I would:'
Kate: 'No, that's okay.'
Doyle: 'Listen, I don't want any trouble, okay?'
2.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?'
Blond guy: 'Turns out, she's a hooker and her pimp here is giving me a hard time.'
Cordy: 'That's it!'
Doyle: 'Down, Cord:'
Cordy: '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. On the other hand it is kind of festive.'
Cordy: 'Oh, my gosh!'
'Oh, my god!'
'Those two jerks started it!'
Вartender: 'Not a word. Not a word! Every time with you guys. Out! Come on. Lets go!'
Girl: 'Wow, are you okay?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, I'm fine, thanks.'
Angel: 'Yeah, - ah - I'm - I"m okay. - Are you okay?'
Girl: 'Well, now. That's for you to find out.'
Angel: 'No, I - I mean, I'd really like to know. - So how do you want to do this - twenty questions?'
'So - Marcie from Barstow. That doesn't even rhyme or anything.'
Girl: 'It's wild, us meeting over a bar fight. Isn't it great when two people make a connection?'
Sharon: 'It's late:'
Sharon: 'I should probably:'
Kevin: 'I know.'
Kevin: 'Well, if you have to leave, I understand, but I'd just like to hold you.'
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.'
Angel: 'Alright think. Could either one of you sense that anyone here tonight need help?'
Cordy: 'Yeah, everybody.'
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.'
Cordy: '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.'
Bartender: 'Sorry folks, got to kick you out now.'
Cordelia: 'Sure. I guess the single life's particularly tough on you.'
Cordy: 'Well, a couple of hundred years ago all you had to worry about was a hang over. Today, because of your curse thingy, - you can't sleep with anyone - or else you might feel a moment of true happiness,
lose your soul, become evil again, and - kill everyone.'
Angel: 'Thanks Cordelia, I always appreciate your perspective.'
Cordy: 'No problem. Hey, the last thing I want is to show up at the office and find that I'm working for a homicidal monster.'
Doyle: 'This is completely whacked, man. I don't even know what I'm looking for anymore.'
Angel: 'You're looking for any events in and around that bar.'
Cordy: 'Okay, I'm in the news group search engine. Now what is the name of that place again?'
Angel: 'D'oblique. Capital D, apostrophe, o-b-l-i:'
Cordy: 'Not so fast. Okay, Capital D, - apostrophe, apostrophe, apostrophe, - oh, I got it. Okay. - Now what's after that again?'
Doyle: 'You know, I need a break. Let me - ah - let me get in here.'
Angel: 'How'd you pick up computer skills?'
Cordy: 'Downloading pictures of naked women?'
Doyle: 'Well, that's more or less accurate. - Hello! We've got two hits.'
Angel: 'Look at that.
Search continues for Heather Nolan. Missing since late last month the 24-year-old paralegal that vanished after leaving a downtown bar called D'oblique.'
Cordelia: 'Missing girl. That's sounds a little more up your alley.'
Angel: 'What's the second one say?'
Doyle: 'Badly mutilated body found in the dumpster nearly three weeks ago, described by the coroner's office as eviscerated, has been positively identified as that of 28-year-old Martin Haber, last seen with an unidentified female companion at D'oblique, a trendy singles establishment.'
Angel: 'That's it then. Probably a lot more disappearances that the press hasn't traced back to the bar yet.'
Doyle: 'So, we got a missing girl and a stiff.'
Angel: 'An eviscerated stiff. Go downstairs and use the library. Try to narrow down a list of eviscerating demons, ones that might have reasons to prey on young singles.'
Cordy: 'Where are you going?'
Angel: 'To the bar. To see if I can meet a killer.'
'Oh, excuse me.'
Kate: 'Well, hello.'
Angel: 'Hi, - Kate. - Uh, - I'm glad to see you again.'
Angel: 'Yeah, - I owe you an apology - for last night.'
Kate: 'You don't owe me anything.'
Angel: 'No, it was rude."
Kate: 'Okay, then: maybe you can buy me a drink and we can start fresh.'
Angel: 'I'm not sure that you should go in there tonight.'
Kate: 'What do you mean?'
Angel: 'I'm not sure it's safe.'
Kate: 'What's not safe?'
Angel: 'I can't really explain it.'
Kate: 'You know I'm having a problem trusting people - and surprise, you're not making it any better.'
Angel: 'I'm just asking you not to go in there.'
Kate: 'And where are you going?'
Angel: 'In there.'
Kate: 'Well, I'll tell you what: I can go where ever I want and ah, - you can go to hell.'
Angel: 'Been there, done that.'
Bartender: 'The usual?'
'You know, some guys have real problems.'
Sharon: 'I'm sorry, you were saying?'
Date: 'Nothing. It's just my job. It's hard to meet people.
Everyone is watching their own back. It's difficult - to know who you can trust.'
Sharon: 'Still, I'm surprised. I would think that you would have your pick of girls.'
Date: 'Yeah?' 'Well, I - I don't know. I was pretty much a spaz in High School.
You know, a real 'something is out there' geek, you know with the gang of geek toy minions. - I couldn't get a date to save my life.'
Sharon: 'Well, it's a good thing High Schools over.'
Guy: 'Yo man, where is Kevin?'
Bartender: 'Hell if I know. Haven't seen him in here tonight. Why?'
Guy: 'Dude didn't show up for work today. And he's not answering his phone.'
Bartender: 'Pretty sure I seen him hook up with some girl last night. He's probably sleeping it off.'
Angel: 'What girl?'
Doyle: 'Here's another one. Piasca. It's a flesh-eating Indian demon that enters victims through the mouth and eviscerates from within. You're going to put that one down?'
Cordy: 'Yeah. Ugh, demons. Is there anything more disgusting?'
Doyle: 'You think so?'
Cordy: '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?'
Cordy: 'I've met a lot of demons, and slime aside, not a whole lot going on there.'
Bartender: 'Sharon, Sharon. Her name is Sharon Kind of a regular.'
Guy: 'Sharon? That dowdy chick?
Ah, Kevin, scraping the bottom of the barrel.'
Angel: 'Look, where can I find Sharon?'
Bartender: 'She's in here tonight.
No Kevin though. I guess it wasn't true love after all. Ah, she was there just a minute ago, getting it on with some Screech.'
Guy: 'Yeah, that's definitely more her level.'
Angel: 'Look, any idea where she lives?'
Angel: 'What about a last name?'
Bartender: 'Last name? Not a lot of last names in a place like this.'
Guy: 'It's Richler.'
'Alright. I asked her out a couple times.'
Screech: 'I'm sorry. I wanted this to go better. Maybe I was trying too hard.
I just really like you.
Next time, it'll be better.'
Sharon: 'Roll over.'
Screech: 'Okay.This is nice. I think sometimes what we really need:'
'You're not human.'
Angel: 'News flash, pal, you're a bit off the evolutionary chart yourself.'
'This has to stop. You have to stop.'
Screech: 'I will, when I find the right one. The one I can stay with.'
Angel: 'The right body? What's wrong with this one?'
Screech: 'Nothing, - yet. It's new and different. It"s great: But it won't last.
I already know it's not the I can live in.'
Angel: 'Well, then it'll have to be the one you die in.'
'Kate, what are you doing here?'
'Look, I know what this looks like.'
Kate: 'So do I. You have the right to:'
Angel: 'I waive it. - How did you find me?'
Kate: 'I've been tracking you since last night.'
Kate: 'Don't move! Not a step. Back-up is on the way.'
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 is 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? I mean, 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 are longing for.'
Kate: 'And that is?'
Angel: 'Hope. - That the loneliness is going to end, and he is going to do it again:'
Kate: 'Unless I let you go so you can stop him. -
Save me the lines. I've heard them.'
Angel: 'And I've heard yours. Something about not being able to trust people?'
Kate: 'Turn around.'
Angel: 'I'm sorry.'
Kate: 'Is that a confession?'
Angel: 'I didn't do that. I'm sorry for this!'
Doyle: 'Wow, this is... place is: I thought girls are supposed to like pretty things.'
Cordy: 'Uh. Don't start okay? Angel told us to meet here, so we're meeting here.
That doesn't mean that you can:'
'That is so High School!
Cordelia wears bras.
Oh, she has girlie 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.' You're disgusting.'
Cordy: 'Who is it?'
Angel: 'It's me.'
Cordy: 'Oh, my god. Are you okay?'
Angel: 'Look, I- I can't, um:'
Doyle: 'Invite him in! As long as you're alive, vampires, they can't cross the threshold unless you:'
Cordy: 'Oh, right, right. You promise you'll stay good?'
Cordy: 'I'm kidding. Come in.'
Doyle: 'What happened to you, man. You look wrecked!'
Angel: 'That woman that I was talking to at the bar last night, - you know Kate?'
Cordy: 'She's the killer?'
Angel: 'She's a cop. Followed me to another body.'
Doyle: 'Now she thinks you're the killer.'
Angel: 'Yeah. So we don't have a lot of time to:You actually live here?'
Cordy: '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?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, well, we put together that list of eviscerating demons that you asked for. We actually narrowed it down to 3 or 4.'
Angel: 'I saw it. It's a burrower.'
Cordelia: 'It's a donkey? - Oh, we didn't see any donkey demons.'
Angel: 'It eviscerates its victims as it moves from body to body, and it may only be able to do it after some kind of a sex act, exchange of fluids kind of thing.'
Angel: 'Look I want you to find out anything you can about this thing. Weaknesses especially. It was amazingly strong while we were fighting. - It may be hard to kill.'
Doyle: 'We're on it.'
Angel: 'Good. I'm going to get back to the bar, see if I can find this thing.'
Cordy: 'What makes you think that it will show? It knows that you're after it.'
Angel: 'It'll be out there. It's got to keep trying to make a connection.'
Angel: 'Because that's what lonely people do.'
Doyle: 'Hey, ah, - so, any luck yet?'
Angel: 'No not yet. I know I can recognize this thing if I just saw it in another body.'
Doyle: 'That shouldn't be a problem then. That narrows it down to what? 5 million suspects in the naked city?'
Angel: 'How about you. Did you find anything?'
Cordy: 'Yeah, we found a name for this burrower guy. Ah, Tahlmer? He's been around forever. A dawn of time kind of dude.'
Angel: 'Any weaknesses?'
Doyle: 'Few and far between. This kid is strong like you said. Not to crazy about fire though.'
Angel: 'Something we have in common.'
Cordy: 'It's a parasite. It moves from body to body. And when it leaves one for the next, not going to gag here, but the first one goes kaplooey pretty fast.'
Doyle: 'Yep, curdles like cream on a hot day.'
Cordy: 'I believe I covered that with non dairy kaplooey?'
Angel: 'I'm going to need help to find this thing.'
Doyle: 'Well, who you're calling?'
Cordy: 'Cagney and Lacy Kate? I thought we were hiding from her.'
Angel: 'We were. But she's been tracking this thing a lot longer than we have.'
Angel: 'It's me. - I need you to help me find the killer.'
Kate: 'That's easy. I'm talking to him.'
Angel: 'That would make things nice and clean now, wouldn't it? But it's not true and I think some pat of you knows that. - Look he's still out there. We should be sharing information.'
Kate: 'That's not possible.'
Angel: 'All I need is 5 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.'
Angel: 'Look, I don't care if you come armed, wired, and covered by sharpshooters.
Do what ever it takes so you feel secure. -
I can help you Kate, but your just going to have to trust me.
Bartender: 'Kate. The usual?'
'That's not your usual.'
Kate: 'Every now and then I'm in the mood for something different. Look, you remember that guy that was in here the other night? He was tall, nice-looking, helped you out in the bar fight the other night?'
Bartender: 'Sure, sure.'
Kate: 'Let me know as soon as he comes in, okay?'
Bartender: 'Yeah, you bet.
Guy: 'God I hate places like this, don't you?'
Kate: 'I do, but - um...'
Guy: I kind of guessed that. You really don"t look like you are in your element here. Which is a compliment, by the way.'
Kate: 'Thanks. Um, Look I'd really love to chat, but actually I'm waiting for someone.'
Bartender: 'That guy you you're looking for? I think he's out in the alley.'
Kate: 'What is he doing there?'
Bartender: 'I as just taking out some trash and there he was. Looked like he was ready to rabbit.'
Kate: 'Show me. Sorry, I guess you have to keep trolling.'
'Call this number, tell the sergant that I need back: aahh!'
Angel: 'Kate! Kate? Can you move?'
'I guess you're done with that body.'
'You stop being a guy. You don't get to finish you just come apart at the seams.'
Kate: 'We can't let him get away.'
Angel: 'He's not going to leave. He's going to kill again, now.'
Kate: 'You think so?'
Angel: 'He has to.'
Bartender: 'Hey, how's it going? Been noticing how gracefully you move and I was wondering would you like to dance or something? Because I wish I could move like:'
'Hey escuse me, that's a beautiful dress you're wearing. It really brings out the color of you skin.'
Kate: 'Now what?'
Bartender: 'Hey would you like a drink or something? Because I'm like the bartender here.'
'I just want to talk to somebody.
Open up: I want to make a connection.'
Angel: 'We are going out that window.'
Kate: 'It's almost 30 feet up.'
'Who are you?'
Вartender: 'Please I just want to hold you.'
Kate: 'It all seems to add up. The bartender was connected to everyone. - I must have talked to him a dozen times. I never had a clue.'
Angel: 'It's hard to get to know people.'
Kate: 'Yes it is. - I didn't thank you: - for saving my life.'
Angel: 'I think saving mine is a start.'
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: 'Look, if you ever need me, or if I can help you in anyway:'
Kate: 'What is this, a lobster?'
Angel: 'Uh, - I'll be around.'
From off screen: 'Detective Lockley, can I talk to you for a minute?'
Kate: 'Yes sir. What's up?'
Angel: 'I know you guys have been working hard. I mean, - you've been 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 - well, should, - You know, maybe, - 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.'