ROOM WITH A VIEW
Cordy: 'I've had it with these cheap trash bags! They leak and break and end up costing us more!'
Doyle: 'I believe it!'
Cordy: 'Yeah, It was a great audition! I was all about things leaking. How could they not pick me?'
Doyle: 'They don't know what they missed.'
Cordy: 'They gave it to a blonde that showed up in a skintight leather cat suit. She is supposed to be a housewife.
She looked ridiculous. She looked like cat-woman taking out the cat-trash.'
Doyle: 'Are you going to answer the phone?'
Angel: 'Good question.'
Cordy: 'Oh, yeah, right. Oh, the machine got it.'
Machine in Cordy's voice: 'Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless. If that's you leave a message.
Aura: 'Hey, Cordy. It's Aura. Just wanted to check in, you know see how you were doing. Oh, you would not believe what's going on in Sunnydale!'
Doyle: 'You don't want to talk to her?'
Cordy: 'No, not just yet.
She is just going to ask me where I'm living and how the acting is going, and just not up to leading the parade of pain. I'll do it when things get better.'
Doyle: 'Well, I don't know if I can help with the acting, but about the apartment..'
Doyle: 'Well, if you ever want to - I don't know - stay a night away from the place - maybe give me a call.'
Cordy: 'Well, stranger things have happened. No wait, they really haven't. I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, Angel, I'm taking off.'
Doyle: 'She's really something, isn't she? It's like wrestling a tiger just to get to know her. Tell me stuff.'
Angel: 'What stuff?'
Doyle: 'About Cordelia.'
Angel: 'Well, I - I know she can't type or file. Until today I had some hope regarding the phone.'
Doyle: 'Who's Aura?'
Angel: 'I think- uh- I think she is one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. A bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school.
Decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the soviet secret police if they cared a lot about shoes.'
Doyle: 'And she was the richest one of all? Because the way she talks it sounds like she had servants made of solid gold or something.'
Angel: 'Pretty much. Until her parents lost it all. Riches to rags.'
Doyle: 'One hell of a come down.'
Angel: 'Yeah, but she's doing all right.'
Cordy: 'Ouch! Damn it!'
'Yeah, well, of course.'
'Hello? Hi, this is Cordelia Chase from apartment 4B.
I thought you were going to have the exterminator in here today? - Well, if he had don't you think there would be.. Ah, oh god! Ahh!'
Cordy: 'Doyle, Doyle,..'
Demon: 'Hello, Doyle.'
Doyle: 'I think you have the wrong place.'
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? Oh, yeah right.
You're a demon of focus. I can see that. -
I have your money right over here.'
Demon: 'You're not stupid enough to have a gun in there, - right?'
Doyle: 'Who, me? No way, man! Look!'
Cordy: 'Oh god, Angel! It's so terrible! Oh, my gosh. Don't even look at me! I am such a mess. I am the lowest of the lowest. and you're going to want to get my other suitcase out there in the hall.'
Angel: 'What happened?'
Cordy: 'My apartment. It's like the barrio - or the projects or whatever, and I live there! I'm the girl from the projects!'
Angel: 'What? I don't know about that.'
Cordy: 'Get this. I tried to call Doyle. I have sunk that low. And there was no answer.
So, here I am. Not that you're the last resort. It's just that I have nowhere else left to go. Roaches. Live one, dead ones.
All skinny feet and creepy antlers.'
Cordy: 'Oh, my god! I wonder how many stowed away in that bag? Also the water is all brown and spurty, and not hot! I am dying for a shower. I - actually smell!
Smell me. I never smell.
I didn't know I could. - I'm just going to have to stay here until I can find a decent place, however long that takes, and when I do you are completely invited over.
Hey, you can just dump my stuff on the couch - or let me have the bed.
What ever you feel good about.
Also, my suitcase is still out in the hall. Your shower is in here, right? You have mousse? - Of course you do.'
Doyle: 'Angel, you around?'
Cordy: 'Hey, Doyle. You ever get that feeling that you just can't shower enough? Like something's happened and you're never going to get clean?'
Angel: 'You got peanut butter on the bed.'
Cordy: 'Really? I don't think so. I'll look.'
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?'
Angel: 'Cordelia stayed over because something's wrong with her place. I was on the sofa.'
Doyle: 'Oh. That's okay, I suppose.'
Cordy: 'Angel, at some point in the recent history you got peanut butter on your bed, and it's gross.
I think you're gonna have to change the sheets.'
Angel: 'I don't eat.'
Cordy: 'Well then, I don't even want to know how it got there.'
Doyle: 'Hey, Cordy, you look great by the way.'
Cordy: 'I wouldn't know. The man doesn't even have a mirror. Like it would kill him to not see himself?'
Doyle: 'Listen, I was wondering if anybody called lately? Maybe asking about me or maybe wanting my address?'
Cordy: 'Oh, yeah. Yesterday your cousin called, with one of those names from your part of England.'
Doyle: 'My part of England?'
Cordy: 'Conner or Fergus - did he find you?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, he did, all right. But you see, a little ah - warning might have been nice, give a fella a chance to neat the place up, you know?'
Cordy: 'Jeez, I just helped the guy as a favor to you. Maybe next time I won't bother.'
Doyle: 'Well, it's not like you even have to pick up the phone. You just let your friend Aura hang there.'
Cordy: 'Ok, here's an idea: How about you make me a list of people you're too good to talk to.'
Angel: 'What going on?'
Doyle: 'Nothing, just..'
Angel: 'You got a bruise on your hand.'
Angel: 'And the reason there is a wet towel on my leather chair?'
Doyle: 'What are you doing?'
Cordy: 'I just - I just wanted to see if he had hardwood floors under there, you know? I - I might be here a while!'
Doyle: 'Well, the things you learn! I had no idea Angel was Queen of the Winter Ball.'
Cordy: 'Those are mine. Though stuff!'
Doyle: 'Hey, you high school diploma is all burned.'
Cordy: 'Yeah, it was a rough ceremony. Yup, there it is. My whole life - pre here. Five trophies with some of the shiny worn off.'
Doyle: 'It's good though you can look back. I never look back.'
Cordy: 'Look back at what?'
Angel: 'Doyle, - you down here? Oh, there you are. There's a big guy there to see you. I'll tell him you'll be right up.'
Doyle: 'Oh, that's great.'
'You know it's not nice to trick people!'
Angel: 'You're going to tell me what's going on?' '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.'
Doyle: 'Well, it'll work out. It just takes a little diplomacy - the kind of thing you're so good at, actually. Say, maybe you wouldn't mind taking a crack at it?'
Angel: 'We all have problems. It's a matter of priorities. And at the moment I've got a bigger one then you do.'
Doyle: 'Bigger than a Kailiff demon?'
Angel: 'Much. I'm thinking you can help me with mine and maybe I can help you with yours.'
Doyle: 'I don't know, man. I mean, what's your problem, exactly? Because you know, vampire business is..'
Cordy: 'Hi! I was just wondering if you had any linoleum glue - for if it started curling up all over.'
Angel: 'I'll be there in a minute.'
Angel: 'Find her an apartment and I'll deal with your demon.'
Doyle: 'You know, I wish you would just let me call my guy.'
Cordy: 'I'm not going to get an apartment through 'some guy'. He probably judges the property value on how far the bus ride is to the track.'
Doyle: 'Well, it can't get any worse then this, can it?'
Cordy: 'You can't tell anything from the hallway.'
Doyle: 'Hey, you're right. You know what I smell in here? Potential.'
Cordy: 'The next one will be better.'
Guy: 'It's like a community, you know? We share all the upkeep and chores.'
Cordy: 'Oh, my urination just hasn't been public enough lately.'
Guy: 'Oh, we don't believe in barriers. It's the first rule of the great leader. Ah, you can come to the meetings if you want. Every morning at 5:00.'
Cordy: 'Okay, that's just a touch too early for me.'
Guy: 'Oh, you'll be up. The Chanting starts at 4:00.'
Big guy: 'So, you're a single gal - going to be living here alone? Because I'm right across the hall and you can sleep easy knowing that I'm the only other soul in the world with a key to that door. You just think about that while you look, okay?'
Cordy: 'Okay, just out of curiosity, you said you know a guy?'
Doyle: 'Finally. What is it with you and Angel? You got to do everything the hard way.'
Cordy: 'Oh, my gosh. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?'
Doyle: 'No, never.'
Cordy: 'It's perfect. Really, really, it's just - perfect. It's amazing in there. What's wrong with it?'
Lady: 'There's nothing wrong with it. The previous tenant just broke their lease last week. I don't know how you even heard about it. It's quite a bargain, and the furniture comes with. Do you think you want it?'
Cordy: 'I - I used to have this. I - I was..'
Lady: 'I guess it's your lucky day.'
Cordy: 'I used to have those, too.'
Doyle: 'She'll take it.'
Lady: 'I'll fill out the rental forms.'
Cordy: 'First thing hire someone to take out that wall.'
Doyle: 'I though you said it was perfect.'
Cordy: '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.'
Cordy: 'Oh my gosh, I love my apartment. Your guy found the perfect place.
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.'
Cordy: 'Yes! And I can move right in.'
Angel: 'My name is Angel, what's yours?'
Demon: 'Screw you.'
Angel: 'My name is Angel, what's yours?'
Angel: 'Good start. Who do you work for?'
Griff: 'He never gave me his card. I don't know his name, he gets his orders to me.'
Angel: 'You can get a message back to him?'
Griff: 'Yeah.' You're letting me go?'
Angel: 'No, I'm letting you up. - You were sent to collect for Doyle?'
Griff: 'At first. But I'm not seeing any money. So now Doyle gets dead. A message to the others.'
Angel: 'And your boss never gets his money. Pretty expensive message when you add in whatever he is paying you.'
Griff: 'My fees are very competitive.'
Angel: 'I can get Doyle to pay you the money. You have my guarantee.'
Griff: 'I saw what I saw, right? - You're a vampire. - How come you're helping some little demon half-breed?'
Angel: 'It's a good offer. You should take it. On the other hand you're making me want to fight some more. You get lucky you might last ten minutes. Really lucky and you're unconscious for the last five.'
Griff: 'You get Doyle to pay, and he's safe.'
Angel 'Thanks. - Good meeting.'
Radio music: 'You always hurt the ones you love, the ones you shouldn't hurt at all..'
Voice whispers: 'What do you think you're doing here? You never should have come.'
Doyle; 'I have to pay? Man, I should have just handled this myself. I mean, I don't have the money. And you can't get blood out of a stone.'
Angel: 'They can get blood out of you. - There's a price on your head Doyle, they weren't even looking for money any more.'
Doyle: 'Thanks man, - you probably saved my life.'
Angel: 'Can I ask you something? - 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.'
Angel: '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. What happened?'
Doyle: 'Don't worry about it, okay? And things aren't all gloom in Doyle City. - I mean there's bright spots - like Cordelia. -
I mean, she loves that new place so much, man. She's going to be grateful for a long, long time.'
Cordy: 'I just knew this was to good to be true. I just knew it!
I'm from Sunnydale, you're not scaring me, you know. No. You're not scaring me. You're not scaring me. Not one bit.'
Bright, shiny morning - nothing bad here.'
'You know what? I get it. You're a ghost. You're dead. Big accomplishment! Move on! - You see a light anywhere? Go towards it, okay? Uh, cold wind, scary! What are you going to do? Chap me to death? What else have you got?'
Angel: 'Cordelia, are you in there? Cordelia!'
'Cactus - housewarming present.'
Cordy: 'Oh, hi - thanks.'
'Look I'm still getting it just the way I want. Maybe in a day or two, okay?'
Doyle: 'Place looks great. You worry too much. Don't know what you had against that chair though.'
Cordy: 'Oh, that's right you can't come in. Wait! What about the rule?'
Angel: 'You said when you got a place I was completely invited over.'
Cordy: 'What? I didn't even have a place then. These rules are getting all screwed up. Oh my god don't touch that!'
Doyle: 'I'm just closing these so our boss doesn't burst into flames, if that's all right with you?'
Cordy: 'Yeah, I guess.'
Angel: 'This is nice. - How about a tour?'
Cordy: 'Uh ha, this is the kitchen, living room, I'm going to knock out that wall. And that's about it. Oh, and thanks for the cactus.'
Angel: 'I can't believe you can afford this.'
Cordy: 'I bet you two want lunch.
There is this place down the street.. That thing's been doing that all morning. I think the - mantel is uneven.'
Doyle: 'That thing lunged at me!'
Angel: 'What's going on?'
Cordy: 'Okay, you're right. It's not the mantel. It's a very, *very* bad trophy.'
Doyle: 'Dear sweet..'
Angel: 'Come on.'
Cordy: 'I am not giving up this apartment!'
Angel: 'It's haunted.'
Cordy: 'It's rent controlled!'
Doyle: 'Cordy, it says 'die'!'
Cordy: 'Hey, maybe it's not done. Maybe it's 'diet'. That's friendly. A little judgmental, sure. I'm not giving it up. It's perfect and beautiful. It's so me. I need it!'
Angel: 'You don't need this. It's just a place. You're more than that.'
Cordy: 'How? How am I more then that?'
Doyle: 'We can cleanse it. - Well, we can try, can we? Put the ghost to rest?'
Cordy: 'Can we?'
Angel: 'We can try. But we have to go now. We'll figure it out at the office.'
Cordy: 'Okay. Listen good, Casper, you haven't won a thing here! I'll die before I give up the apartment, you hear me? I'll die!'
Оld lady voice: 'All right dear, if that is what you think is best.'
Doyle: 'Lots of stuff here about the building. Construction bids, city inspections.'
Angel: 'Tenants. We need people who lived there.'
Cordy; 'And died there. That's the ingredients for ghosts, right?'
Doyle: 'Yeah, yeah. This isn't easy, you know?'
Angel: 'You know, this really is just a place to live.'
Cordy: 'No, It's more. It's beautiful, - and if it goes away it's like..'
Angel: 'Like what?'
Cordy: 'Like I'm still getting punished.'
Angel: 'Punished. For what?'
Cordy: 'I don't know. For what I was? For everything I said in High School just because I could get away with it? - And then it all ended, and I had to pay. - Oh, but this apartment - I could be me again.
Punishment over - welcome back to your life!
Like, like I couldn't be that awful if I get to have a place like that? - It's just like you!'
Angel: 'Working for redemption.'
Cordy: 'I - I meant because you used to have that mansion.'
Doyle: 'Hey, I found something! Ladies and gentlemen, we have a death. First person to ever live in your place - Mrs. Maude Pearson.'
Angel: 'How did you get that?'
Doyle: 'Name carved over the entrance of the building - Pearson Arms. I checked the obits for Pearson, we got lucky.
Turns out Maude Pearson built the place and took a unit there, too. And in 1946 she dropped dead of a heart attack in Cordelia's living room - at age - 57.'
Cordy: 'That's it! That's her.'
Angel: 'I don't know. It's not a violent death. I mean, ghosts usually..'
Cordy: 'It's her, I know it. That place has that weird little old lady smell, - like - like violets and aspercreme.'
Doyle: 'No, they didn't find the body for three weeks. So it wasn't violets there at the end I'm thinking.'
Cordy; 'This is easy. Little old lady ghost, probably hanging around because she thinks she left the iron on. Let's get a nice cleansing spell and do this thing!'
Angel: 'Well, this is not an easy spell.
I mean, hawthorn berries and lungwort and bile. We need bile. I don't know if we can get everything.'
Doyle: 'I can. I know this guy in koreatown, he does these spells all the time. I can get the stuff form him.'
Cordy: 'Oh, goody! Another one of Doyle's guys. Tell me, is this the same guy that help me find my poltergeist-delicious apartment?'
Angel: 'Doyle, go! Get what you need. I'm gonna try and get some more information. Maybe Kate can find something. You wait here.'
Cordy: 'Little old lady ghost. How come Patrick Swayze is never dead when you need him?'
Answering machine in Cordy's voice: 'Angel investigations, we help the hopeless, if that's you, leave a message.'
Angel voice: 'Cordelia, are you there? Look, I think we can end this whole thing.'
Cordy: 'I'm here. About time you called. You got something?'
Angel: 'Meet me at the apartment and we'll figure out what to do.'
Angel's voice: 'Cordelia, I'm in the bedroom.'
Maude: 'You got my call.'
'Poor thing. You just don't fit in around here, do you? - Too bad you wouldn't leave my son alone.'
Cordy: 'Your - your son?'
Kate: 'I wish I could be more help.'
Angel: 'It's okay. Just knowing the kind of things that didn't happen is a help. You know, eliminating the possibilities.'
Kate: 'Now you're talking like a detective.'
Angel: 'I am a detective.'
Kate: 'Well, you see the thing about detectives is that they have resumes and business licenses and last names. - Pop stars and popes, those are the one-name guys.'
Angel: 'You got me. I'm a pope.'
Guy: 'Here you go.'
Kate: 'Davis you are beautiful! Thank you. Let's take a look.'
Angel: 'Jeez, I wasn't sure you had records that old.'
Kate: 'Neither was I. Let's see.
Maude Pearson. There was an investigation into the death. -
Okay, this guy, Detective Randall, he thought the death was suspicious.
The M.E. called it a heart attack, but it seems there were problems with the son.
He was - Dennis Pearson. He lived with her. They argued a lot.'
Angel: 'What about?'
Kate: 'A girl. - His fiancé. His mom didn't like her. And Dennis skips town with her the day that mom drops dead - what a co incidence. The cops never caught him.'
Angel: 'Unavenged murder.'
Kate: 'Sounds like.'
Angel: 'There haven't been any deaths in the same apartment since then.'
Kate: 'You saw me check. No murders, not even domestic dispute calls.'
Angel: 'Not murders - suicides. There's a kind of - the kind of killer that does that.'
Kate: 'Makes it look like a suicide You know there are always signs.'
Kate: 'Margo Dressner - 1959 - and Jenny Kim 1965 - Natalie Davis five years ago. All in the same apartment.
This doesn't make sense.'
Angel: 'I got to make a call.'
Doyle: 'Ah - Angel Investigations. We hope you're hopeless. - No, wait, that's,,'
Angel: 'It's me. Put Cordelia on.'
Doyle: 'She's not here. Hang on a sec, there's a message.'
'Angel voice: 'Cordelia, are you there? Look, I think we can end this whole thing.'
Cordy: 'I'm here. About time you called. You got something?'
Angel: 'Meet me at the apartment and we'll figure out what to do.'
Angel: 'That's not me.'
Cordy: 'Who ever you think you're talking to, it's not me. My name is Cordelia.'
Maude: 'Oh, that's the name of a cheap small-town tramp trying to sound better than she is. - You're not good enough for my boy. - This will never be your home.'
Cordy: 'This is my home. My friends will come here.'
Maude: 'You don't have any friends. Why would anybody care about you? Nobody really cares. You don't *deserve* to live here. You don't deserve *anything*.'
Angel: 'You were right about the ghost. It's the old woman, Mrs. Pearson. But she didn't die of a heart attack her son killed her.'
Doyle: 'Murder victim?'
Angel: 'Right. Filled with rage and confusion. That's why she's been killing people, she can't rest until the truth comes out.'
Doyle: 'Pretty strong ghost. Bile, we should have gotten more bile.'
Cordy: 'I will leave, Please.'
Maude: 'Oh, I don't think so. You're worthless. You've never been kind. You've never been smart. You're a user. You're nothing. Everyone would be glad if you were dead.'
Maude: 'Oh, come on. If anyone really cared about you, would you be here?
People let you end up here because they were happy to see you fail.'
Cordy: 'The furniture and - and the wall and the blood, she's doing it - she is doing it all. - She'll be back. She's stronger than us. She knows me.'
Angel: 'We can stop her.'
Cordy: 'No, no, we can't stop her.'
Angel: 'She's made a connection with you, right? She thinks you're someone, - someone she blames for her murder. Cordelia, answer me.'
Cordy: 'I - I'm - I'm taking her son away. She thinks I'm taking her son.'
Angel: 'That's good. Her son was the one that killed her. All right, you're playing a role in her delusion, that gives you power. You're the one that can stop her. Start the binding circle, I'll find the spell.'
'Bring the truth into the light. Let the villain be reveal that a soul can take its rightful place for eternity.'
Doyle: 'Here she comes. She knows what we're doing.'
Angel: 'We need Cordelia now.'
Doyle: 'Cordy, get up!'
Angel: 'Adduce veritatum in lucem. Accipitat laura suam requiatam reposcant anima suum regnum. - Cordelia, stand in the circle and strike at its center.'
Angel: 'Damn it. Do you know what it means? The ghost is in contact with you, she's given you that.'
Maude: 'They don't care about you. They want to you to fail. They know you're a tarted up little whore.'
Angel: 'Doyle, chant.'
Doyle: 'Oh, man, Latin. One of those dead languages you always mean to learn.'
Angel: 'V sounds like W say each vowel separately.'
'You *do* know what to do. You can stop all this. Do it.'
Cordy: 'I can't.'
Angel: 'Look at you. Are you gonna let her *do* this to you?
Damn it. You're Cordelia Chase. Are you just going to lie there like a weakling? Get off your ass and be tough!'
Cordy: 'I can't - I can't!'
Angel: 'You're the biggest pain I have ever seen. Do it now!'
'This isn't going to work.'
Doyle: 'And its getting dodgy in here.'
Angel: 'We've got to get her out of here. This isn't safe. Now. Lets go.'
Griff: 'No one's going anywhere.'
The human: 'What's going on?'
Angel: 'You were going to let him pay.'
Griff: 'I lied.'
Maude: 'No more people!'
Human: 'What is this?'
Griff: 'Ignore her. It's just a ghost.'
Maude: 'Get out! You broke it!'
Doyle: 'Look I'll pay. Really! I've got a fin in my wallet right here.'
Maude: 'This is my house!'
Cordy: 'I'll leave. I'm sorry your son killed you. You can have the apartment. Just let me go.'
Maude: 'It's too late for that.'
Maude: 'You know what happens next. Your friends are dirty.
They ruined my nice home.'
'I knew you were trouble right from the start. I'm surprised that my son didn't smell the stench of poverty and failure on you. - *I* can.'
Cordy: 'I'm sorry.'
Maude: 'You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch.'
Cordy: 'I'm a bitch?'
Maude: 'Take off the bed sheets, make a noose. Go on. It'll all be over soon.'
Cordy: 'I'm not a sniveling whiny little Cry-Buffy. I'm the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. - I take crap from no one.'
Maude: 'You are going to make yourself a noose and put it around..'
Cordy: 'Back off! PoliGrip.
You think *you're* bad? Being all mean and haunty? Picking on poor pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly translucent ass out of this place, because lady, the bitch is back.'
Maude: 'Do you think that I'm going to take that from trash like you?'
Cordy: 'I tell you what I think. I think that you're going to pack your little ghost bags and get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!'
Doyle: 'What happened? You did it!'
Cordy: 'Yeah, well, she pissed me off.'
Angel: 'Or maybe you found her center.'
Doyle: 'Cordy? What wrong?'
Maude: 'Look what you're making me do, Dennis.'
Dennis: 'Mom, stop it.'
Maude: 'How are you going to leave now, huh? How are you going to marry that streetwalker now. You are a nothing without me.'
Dennis: 'Mom, don't do this. Please. This is crazy.'
'Oh, god. Mom, I can't breathe.
Please. Mom, let me out. Please mom.
I'll be good. I promise. I won't leave. Mom, please let me out. I can't breathe. Let me out!'
Maude: 'This hurts me then it hurts you. Good bye, Dennis.'
Doyle: "Dennis, I presume, and probably not too happy with his mom."
Maude: "Dennis, it was for your own good. I had to do it. She would have made your life miserable. I"m sorry!
Please! - Please!"
Cordy: "I knew I didn"t like that wall!"
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."
Angel: "You know what I mean."
Doyle: "Yeah, there might be - misunderstandings. That sort of thing."
Angel: "You know I"ll help you out."
Doyle: "For which I"m grateful."
Angel: "But - sooner or later I"m going to need to hear it."
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. The past, she don"t let go, does she?"
Angel: "Hmm, she never does."
Cordy: "God, Aura. I can"t believe I missed your calls! It's that incompetent girl at work.
But things are going great. - Well, my new apartment for one thing. Celebrities are practically on top of me. Oh, Steve Paymer, - that"s Dave Paymer"s brother lives right down the hall.
Oh, you"d know him if you saw him.
And my view, it's amazing! -
Yeah, I have a room mate, but it"s cool. I never see him. Hey, hey - Phantom Dennis, put that back. All in all its working out great.
Dennis, when I"m on the phone, that"s quiet time. Thanks
Sorry. So where were we? Tell me who"s wearing what in Sunnydale. -
No! Well, she never did have any taste. She is so nasty."