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. 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. 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? Makes your little life seem a tad drab, doesn"t it?"
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."
Cordy: "Well if I"m not here in the morning, you can just clear out my desk. I"ll be moving on up."
Pierce: "Wow. You look amazing."
Cordy: "Do I? Great. Let"s go."
Angel: "What"s your hurry? You didn"t even introduce us."
Cordy: "Angel, Doyle, Pierce. Bye!"
Angel: "You work, Pierce?"
Pierce: "I trade - futures and options market."
Angel: "Good. Good. - Out to dinner?"
Pierce: "Le Petite Renard."
Doyle: "Ah, right. Nice spot. Duck is dry."
Angel: "So, how late will you be?"
Cordy: "Don"t wait up. Don"t mind him.."
Doyle: "She"s not going to fall for my ample but unpretentious charms, is she?"
Angel: "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. Wow. She is something. This an old squeeze of yours?"
Doyle: "Well, how does she feel about a man with an Irish accent? Buffy."
Doyle: "I"m - I"m sorry.."
"There is a young guy."
Doyle: "Vampires have a nest downtown. Poor kid"s gonna be the entree."
Angel: "Let"s go. Come on."
Doyle: "Everybody"s got dinner plans but us."
Pierce: "See you have to study weather trends in order to make a good play in the agricultural market Once you do, you"ll never look at soybeans the same way. God, listen to me! I"m not boring you, am I?"
Cordy: "I don"t mind."
Pierce: "Like today, there *was* some heavy trading - lean hog options. The spread dropped about 1700 points. I mean in November they were trading at 6 cents. So, you know what I did? I sold at 6 and 1/8 of a cent! 6 and 1/8. Can you imagine anything more exciting then that?"
Doyle: "Man, I hate that."
"I was about to do that."
Angel: "I"d better get this guy home."
"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. You want me to go with?"
Angel: "I can handle it. Just head back."
Pierce: "I"m sorry you"re not feeling well. I was hoping we could make a night of it."
Cordy: "Me, too. I really wanted to hear the end of the story about the pigs and beans."
Pierce: "Don"t you want me to take you home?"
Cordy: "My car is here."
Pierce: "Oh, wait, let me walk you. I"m - I"m not really sure about this neighborhood."
Vamp: "You"re right, - it"s crappy!"
Doyle: "Hey! I"m the one you followed here. It"s me you want."
Vamp: "Stay close. You"ll get your turn."
Doyle: "Are you okay?"
Cordy: "I"m fine. That was.. You"re 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."
Cordy: "I"m sorry. I"m just.."
"So, here I am at Le Petite Renard with Mr. Armani, who could keep me in blue boxes for the rest of my life.."
Angel: "Blue boxes?"
Cordy: "Tiffany"s! God! And the whole night I was bored silly. All I could think about was: if this wimp ever saw a monster he"d probably throw a shoe at it and run like a weasel. Turns out the shoe part was giving him toо much credit."
Angel: "There aren"t very many people that wouldn"t run. It"s just human nature."
Cordy: "Yeah, - but all of a sudden rich and handsome isn"t enough for me. Now I expect a guy to be all brave and interesting. And it"s your fault! Both of you."
Angel: "Well, maybe not. Maybe you're changing. That could be a good thing."
Cordy: "Disastrous. - And as if I wasn"t confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some - badly dressed superhero. He was really beat up - but you know the first thing he asked? Are you okay? I mean, that"s like - substance, right?"
Angel: "Yeah, well, there is definitely more to Doyle then meets the eye."
Cordy: "So, I"ve got to kill myself. I swore when I went that road with Xander Harris, I"d rather be dead then date a fixer-upper again.
Still, maybe you"re right. Maybe Doyle does have - hidden depths. I mean, really, really hidden, - but depths.
And I"m gonna have to buy him a moccachino to thank him for saving my life, don"t you think?"
Angel: "Well, I.."
Cordy: "Me, too. We"ll be back in a half. You watch the phones, okay?"
Doyle: "I"m the one you followed. It"s me that you want, huh? Fangs for the memories, vamp man!" Hey I was just.. That wasn"t.."
Cordy: "An incredible spaz attack? Good."
Doyle: "So you were... What can I do for you?"
Cordy: "Well, ahm, - I was thinking - that, ah - maybe I haven"t been - entirely fair to you. Maybe you don"t actually have *zero* potential."
Doyle: "Wow, Cordelia. Thanks."
Cordy: "That"s not.. What I"m trying to say is that I really appreciate what you did last night. And, uhm, - I was thinking - maybe we could..
If you"re looking for Angel Investigations, this is it. But we are kind of in the middle of something. Could you just give us five minutes?"
Blond: "Hey, Francis."
Doyle: "Uhm, - where"ve you been?"
Harry: "Around. Uhm -Kiribati - Togo - Uzbekistan - a few spots that were a - little less touristy."
Cordy: "Who"s Francis?"
Doyle: "That would be me. - Allen Francis Doyle. - Cordelia, this is Harry - my wife."
Harry: "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?"
Harry: "But it"s mine? Is that what you"re saying? Do you want me to remind you who fired the starter pistol? -
No, let"s not, okay? Let"s just hug and be happy to see each other."
"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."
Angel: "What"s going on?"
Cordy: "Angel, come meet Doyle"s wife."
Cordy: "Nice to meet you."
Harry: "Hi. Cool offices."
Doyle: "Yeah, I"m a private investigator now. This is my company. These two, uhm, are my helpers."
Cordy: "Ugh, that is.. ouch!"
"You two were really married?"
Harry: "Were and still - according to the paperwork."
Cordy: "So, it was a green card thing."
Harry: "Nope, it was a "madly in love couldn"t live without each other" kind of thing. But I guess times change, because here we are, four years later and living just fine."
Doyle: "So, shall we go on to why you"re here exactly?"
Harry: "Maybe we could talk alone?"
Harry: "Oh, I thought you were going to stay in the car?"
Richard: "I know, but - I admit it, curiosity got the better of me. Hey, Richard Straley. I"ve heard so much about you. Say, you left out the part about him being such a handsome fellow."
Angel: "I"m not.."
Richard: "Oh, no, you are! Really."
Angel: "I"m not Doyle. He is."
Richard: "Oh, - that"s more like it. Not that you"re not a very good-looking man."
Harry: "Richard, just shake his hand."
Richard: "Ah, forgive me, I"m not quite myself. What with the wedding only a few days off now."
Doyle: "There"s a wedding?"
Richard: "I wasn"t supposed to say that yet, was I?"
Cordy: "No, please, go on."
Angel: "Cordelia, lets - lets go through those reports, hmm?"
Cordy: "What? What reports? What?"
Richard: "I just.."
Harry: "Hon bun? I think I should handle it from here."
Richard: "I"m sorry. I just- I just want us all to be friends."
Harry: "And we will be. But I need a moment alone with Francis."
Richard: "Sure, here, you got it."
Doyle: "Hon bun?"
Harry: "I didn"t want you to hear it that way."
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."
Doyle: "Yeah, maybe, but the container, eh? - can I get aside of *bland* with that bland?"
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?"
Harry: "Of course not. I would never.. - I just I need you to sign these."
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."
"It"s good to see you again, Francis."
Doyle: "It"s Doyle, now. It"s just Doyle." .
Doyle: "Harry is right. This stuff"s does me no good."
Angel: "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. 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 *un*natural, my friend."
Angel: "What, you didn"t tell her before you got married?"
Doyle: "I didn"t know. 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."
Angel: "That"s tough. - I"m sorry."
Doyle: "It"s probably best in the long run.
I"m too much of a wild man to be the stay-at-home type anyway, - you know?
Hey, this Richard, you know, he looks like he"d give her a good life."
Doyle: "Seems like a nice - friendly fellow, don"t you think?"
Angel: "Definitely friendly, - only - he seemed a bit.."
Doyle: "Exactly! I knew he was no good! And even though we"re ex, I mean, it"s still my duty to watch over her, right?
But I can"t go trailing after her intended myself. I mean, it just wouldn"t look right. Angel, you think you would.."
Angel: "Yeah. Just don"t tell Cordelia. - She"ll wanna charge you."
Harry: "I can"t wait for you to see what I bought."
Richard: "What is it? For the honeymoon?"
Harry: "Hmm, how small do you think a nighty would have to be to fit into one of these tiny boxes?"
Richard: "Uh-huh. - Don"t move. I"ll be right back."
Harry: "What are you doing?"
Richard: "Right there, pumpkin."
Harry: "Angel, stop!"
Angel: "He"s a demon."
Harry: "Well, yeah! Honey."
Angel: "You - you know? - But he was coming at you. He had a knife!"
Richard: "That was for the box strings."
Angel: "Well, what about the package, huh, from the man with the cigar."
Harry: "You followed him?"
Richard: "That was for the restaurant. We serve a lot of delicacies - frog legs, quail tongues, and such - which isn"t - illegal, per se.."
Harry: "You don"t have to explain, Richard. Doyle put you put to this, right? - Man! Years go by, nothing changes. Doyle decides what I need.."
Richard: "Now, now - it"s understandable, honey. He can"t help but want to make sure you"ll be in good hands.
I can assure you.."
Harry: "Tell Doyle that I"m in the best hands. Richard and his family own this restaurant. They"re Ano-movic demons.
Peaceful clan. Totally assimilated into our culture."
Richard: "Harry is an ethno-demonologist, and a damn fine one, too. We met while she was scouting clans in South America."
Angel: "You study demons? That"s your profession?"
Harry: "Do you have a problem with that?"
Angel: "No! It"s just.. - Doyle said.."
Harry: "That when he first went through his change I freaked. Which is true. But after I adjusted, I realized here is this whole, rich, interesting world just waiting to be explored."
Angel: "But you didn"t tell him that."
Harry: "Of course I did! I even tried to get him to go out - meet other demons. At least go to one mixer, you know? But he couldn"t accept himself, - or them. So then he was just angry, and pretty much a bitch to live with."
Doyle: "He"s a demon? And she"s all signed on to be Mrs. Demon? Tell me again how ugly he is!"
Angel: "Here it is - Ano-movic. Once a nomadic tribe. At one time they did have violent leanings.."
Doyle: "There! I knew this nice guy routine was just an act. He"s working a spell on her. She gonna sprout hubcaps from her head or something."
Angel: "But they gave up those orthodox teachings, - language, - around the turn of the century. Now they own a number of restaurants with pretty expensive windows."
Doyle: "I fully intend to chip in on that. -
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."
Harry: "Thank you Doyle."
Richard: "Yes, thank you. You don"t know how much this means to me.. - or I guess you do - seeing as you were married once - and to Harry no less."
Harry: "Do you have a copier? I could.."
Doyle: "Yeah, there is one in Angel"s office. Cordelia will help you."
Richard: "Harry is an amazing girl, isn"t she? -Say Doyle, uhm - I"m glad we have some man to man talk."
Harry: "This is perfect. Richard wanted a moment alone with Doyle to ask him to his bachelor party."
Cordy: "Bachelor party? Why, is he afraid he ordered too much beer?"
Harry: "Richard and his family wanted Doyle"s blessing before he marries me.
They"re sweet demons. Very into good vibes all around."
Cordy: "They do sound nice."
Harry: "You know, his mom told me to invite friends to my shower, but - I"ve been pretty much hanging only with her. You"re the first girl I"ve met in town under 370 years old. Do you think you"d want.."
Cordy: "Love to."
Richard: "It would mean a lot to me. But more than that, I think it would mean the world to Harry if you came to my party."
"Ugh, do we really have to have the Buffalo wings? I can get the guys in the kitchen, have them whip up a Foie Gras."
Dad: "It"s a bachelor party, Rich. You"re supposed to eat bad and drink beer."
Mom: "Don"t forget the girl that"s supposed to do the striptease. What? Like I don"t know? Just make sure all she does is tease."
Richard: "Mom, I don"t even want.."
Brother: "Sorry, Rich, it"s your bachelor party and we"re going to have fun, if you like it or not."
Richard: "Well, I just hope this sort of high jinx doesn"t create a bad impression with Doyle."
Aunt: "Who"s Doyle?"
Cousin: "Harry"s first husband. Richard invited him."
Richard: "He"s really very sweet. I think you"re all going to enjoy him. - All right, fine, fine.
Dancing girl. I submit. - Now, where were we?"
Dad: "Ah, lets see.. First we greet the man of the hour. - Then we drink. We bring out the food. Then we drink. Then comes the Stripper. Darts, then we have the ritual eating of the first husbands brains, and then charades."
Brother: "Wait! What was that? - Charades?"
Cousin: "Yeah, I don"t know about that."
Richard: "Really? I think it"ll be fun."
Everyone: "Oh, all right."
Richard: "Hi, Francis!"
Richard: "Oh, sorry, sorry. Everybody, this is Doyle."
Brother: Hey, Doyle. And he brought someone."
Richard: "Angel. Hey! This is a surprise."
Angel: "Yeah, I thought I"d use the door this time."
Doyle: "I asked him to come. I hope that"s okay?"
Richard: "Ah, sure it is. Now the party can really start, huh? 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."
Richard: "Let's set you up with a beverage?"
Brother: "Indata mahouda menaka tant."
Cousin: "Hlorwoip canano."
Richard: "To Harry."
Richard: "What was she like, Doyle?"
Richard: "Back in the old days. The years you had her, the ones I missed. Tell me everything."
Harry: "It was a nightmare. Okay, maybe not at first. Initially, I really liked the way he took charge."
Cordy: "Doyle?! Took charge."
Harry: "It was sweet. But after a while, I mean, I know how to cut my own meat, thanks. Sometimes it felt like I was one of his students."
Cordy: "That"s funny, for a moment I thought you said one of Doyle"s students?"
Harry: "It wasn"t fun being treated like a third grader, believe me."
Cordy: "Grade third taught Doy.. Doyle taught third grade? The kind with children?"
Harry: Well, yeah.
Cordy: "Are you sure he wasn"t just held back and used that as his cover story?"
Harry: "Francis got his teaching credentials before we even met at the food bank.."
Cordy: "Okay, soup kitchen. Now that sounds like the Doyle I"ve come to know and revile. - And you"re just about to tell me he ran it, aren"t you?"
Harry: "He was just a volunteer. - That"s where he got the idea for the "You Are The World" thing. I"m kidding about that part."
Aunt Martha: "Come on girls, it"s pornographic pictionary time!"
Harry: "Their ways are *not* - our ways."
Demons: "Where the hell is she?" - "She should be here any second, man!" - "Where is she?" - "Drink up man." - "Here"s to Doyle!" - "Doyle!"
Richard: "I have a little confession to make. Ever since I learned that Harry was married before, I"ve felt like I"ve been living in your shadow."
Richard: "You were something - I can never be for her - her first. She"ll always love you, Francis.
Always. - But she needs different things now. I know I can make her happy, - but I need you to be a part of it."
Richard: "I have to have your blessing, Doyle. Without it there won"t be any marriage."
Guy: "It"s time, dude!"
Richard: "Oh, fellas. Oh, god."
Angel: "Are you okay?"
Dad: "Ino platbrata iko iko retvan el shak Ino platbrata iko iko retvan el shak"
Angel: "It"s Angel. Where are you?"
Cordy: "In the netherworld known as the 818 area code. Why?"
Angel: "Let me speak to Harry."
Cordy: "Hang on. It"s for you. It"s Angel."
Angel: "How is your Aratuscan?"
Harry: "Rusty, considering it"s a dead demonic language."
Angel: "Guess again. I need a translation: "Ino platbrata iko iko retvan el shak"."
Harry: "What"s going on, Angel?"
Angel: "I don"t know yet. Will you just look into it for me?"
Harry: "I guess, uhm, I could check the family library."
Cousin: "Hey, what"s your problem?"
Angel: "No problem."
Cousin: "Are you disrespecting me?"
Cousin: "So, now I"m a liar?"
"Sad when a man can"t hold his liquor."
Richard: See you later.Thanks a lot, fellas. I hope Harry doesn"t hear about that."
Doyle: "Not from me she won"t."
Richard: "I know. You"re a good half-man. - So, have you given any thought to what we discussed?"
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. God bless you. As long as we skip the hug thing."
Richard: "Hey, everyone, great news. Doyle gives his blessing. He consents. Doyle!
A toast to Doyle."
Everybody: To Doyle.
Richard: Doyle!- Let"s go!
Doyle: "No hugs, now. We had an understanding."
Guy: "Doyle, we have something for you."
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?"
"Okay, this *can"t* be good. Ouch! - 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."
Harry: "That can"t be right."
Harry: "Something about ingesting past love."
Cordy: "Wouldn"t Doyle be your past love?"
Harry: "Excuse me ladies."
Mom: "What is it, honey?"
Harry: "It"s about the bachelor party. Richard said having the former husband present was some sort of tradition. I was just wondering.."
Aunt Martha: "Well, they"re certainly not going to eat your ex-husband"s brains! For instance."
Doyle: "Oh, god, where is Angel? ANGEL!"
Richard: "Apparently he started a fight. He had to be ejected. Can I get you anything?"
Doyle: "How are you going to explain this to Harry, huh?"
Richard: "Oh, Harry will understand. She loves and accepts our culture, just like loved and accepted yours."
Doyle"s: "Nick, what"s this?"
Nick: "You said, get a utensil."
Dad: "This is a shrimp fork. He"s going to eat the guy"s brains with a shrimp fork?"
Nick: "Well pardon me if our ancient ancestors didn"t leave behind any former-husband-brain-eating forks."
Dad: "Get a soup spoon, you moron."
Richard: "Bear with us. We"re a little fuzzy on the etiquette. This ritual hasn"t been performed in centuries. It"s been so long since the last time one of the clan married a divorcee."
Dad: "The accursed books tell us all very plainly that ingesting a priorly married prospective bride"s former primary mate"s fresh brains will insure a happy second marriage. This way, Richie can incorporate all the love you and Harry shared, making their union whole. It"s an Ano-movic thing, don"t ask."
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?"
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." .
Dad: "Well, I guess we"re ready. Richard, would you care to make the first cut?"
Angel: "The party is over."
Nick: "You brought a *vampire* to my brother"s bachelor party?"
Doyle: "Harry says I should mix with other demons, I"ll mix!"
Harry: "Stop it! Stop it right this instant!"
Richard: "Hon bun? This is for guys only."
Harry: "I know what you"re up to Richard Howard Straley."
Richard: "The stripper wasn"t my idea, pook. I swear."
Harry: "Not the stripper, Richard. There was a stripper?!"
Richard: "You really shouldn"t be here."
Cordy: "Well, *you* shouldn"t be trying to eat my friend"s brains! You horrible, ugly demon people!"
Angel: "Easy, Cordelia. It"s OK!"
Cordy: "It is so not okay! Doyle! Oh, look what they did to you!"
Harry: "I"m only going to ask you this once, Richard, and I expect a straight answer: were you or were you not intending to eat my ex-husband"s brains?"
Richard: "In a way."
Harry: "And when were you planning on telling me?"
Richard: "I thought maybe I wouldn"t have to."
Harry: "You were going to start out our life together with deceit?"
Doyle: "Sort of missing the point, isn"t she?"
Richard: "I was just trying to bless our marriage - like in the ancient teachings."
Harry: "And since when does your family follow the ancient teachings?"
Uncle: "We don"t flaunt our beliefs, but they"re very dear to us."
Harry: "Oh, *please* Uncle John! When is the last time you pried your self away from ESPN long enough to spill the blood of a she-goat?"
Cousin: "Are you going to let her talk to Uncle John like that?"
Harry: "You know how I feel about these barbaric Ano-movician customs!"
Cousin: "Racist! You"re nothing but a racist!"
Richard: "I should have told you. I"m sorry. But unless we complete the ritual my family will never consent to the marriage, never.
Harry: "*One* word, Francis, just one word and *I"ll* eat your brains!"
Brother: "You don"t need her anyway!"
Cousin: "Yeah, who wants a wife whose knees only bend the one way?"
Cordy: "So, he spoke to her."
Cordy: "Didn"t go toо well, huh?"
Angel: "I think she just needs some time."
Cordy: "He"s still really hung up on her, isn"t he?"
Angel: "Hmm, - more then he knew, probably, yeah."
Cordy: "Well, someone *has* to go out there and cheer him up."
"Oh, please. Someone with a heartbeat."
Hi, Doyle. Are you going to become loser-pining guy, like, full-time now? Because you know, we already have one of those around the office."
Cordy: "He can get away with it. He"s tall and - and look at the way clothes hang on him. But you.."
Angel: "Okay, I think you"ve cheered us up enough."
Cordy: "You can"t live in the past. You got to move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day.
Did I mention letting it go?"
Cordy: "You"ll get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don"t always finish last."
Doyle: "You think I"m a nice guy?"
Cordy: "I think it, I say it. That"s my way."
Cordy: "Feeling better?"
"Not my fault."
Angel: "He"s having a vision."
Cordy: "At this hour?"
Angel: "What? - What did you see?"