Compiled by Kristina

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..
Cordy: While I steal into the night with my incredibly-more-wealthy-then-you prince? Makes your life seem a tad drab, doesn't it?

Doyle: You're okay?
Cordy: I'm fine. That was.. You're so - brave.
Doyle: You think you could say that again with out so much shock in your voice? You're stepping on my moment of manliness here.
Cordy: I'm sorry. I'm just..
Doyle: Surprised?
Cordy: Grateful.

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: Who's Francis?
Doyle: That would be me. Allen Francis Doyle. - Cordelia this is Harry - my wife.

Richard: Now, where were we?
Dad: Lets see.. First we greet the man of the hour. - Then we drink. Then 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.

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 - Doyle taught third grade? The kind with children?
Harry: Yeah.
Cordy: Are you sure he wasn't just held back and used that as his cover story?

Cordy: 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.
Angel: Hey!
Doyle: Hey!
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 go to move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day. Did I mention letting it go?
Doyle: Twice.
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.
Doyle: Thanks.
Cordy: Feeling better?
Doyle: Yeah.