Compiled by Kristina

Doyle: Angel needs to start charging. He just hates bringing up the financees with the clients. He like playing the hero, - walking off into the dark with his long coat flowing behind him in a mysterious and attractive way.
Cordy: Is this a private moment? Because I can leave you alone.
Doyle: No, no, I'm not saying I'm attracted. I'm just saying he's projecting a certain kind of image and asking for money isn't part of it.

Cordy: You are a lot smarter than you look. Of course you look like a retard.

Cordy: Maybe he has an accomplice, - or a hidden camera. Not everything has to be creepy and supernatural, you know.
Angel: Not everything, but Doyle had a vision.
Cordy: Which last time led to a sex-changing-body-switching-tear-your-innards-out-demon, right.

Cordy: Okay, flesh, anytime you want to stop crawling is okay with me.

Angel: Am I intimidating? I mean, do I put people off?
Cordy: Well, as vampires go, you're pretty cuddly. Maybe you might want to think about mixing up the black-on-black look.

Kate: So judging by your uncomfortableness, I'd say you either about to ask me out on a date, or you need a favor. And I'm going to go with favor.

Kate: This guy could go to jail tomorrow, Angel, and still kill her in her dreams every night. I've put a few of these creeps away, and the hardest part is knowing that he's still winning. She's still afraid. He took this girl's power away, and nobody can get it back for her but her.

Doyle: I have a word jumble right here. That should keep me occupied, sadly, for most of the day.

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, four. And three of them are very much alive.

Doyle: So what are you saying? Break him down and box him up?
Angel: Of course that's just a theory.

Cordy: You should listen to him, Melissa. He knows what he's talking about. He's stalked plenty of... books on the subject.

Cordy: It's just so unfair. I mean, here is this poor girl. She hooks up with a doctor. That's supposed to be a good thing. I mean you should be able to call home and say -- Hey, mom, guess what, I've met a doctor! Not, guess what, I met a psycho and he's stalking me and oh, by the way, his hands and feet come off and he's not even in the circus!

Cordy: 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: We just need the income to pay for the out-go around here.
Cordy: I know Angel's been working day and night to help people fight their personal demons. But I need a raise.
Doyle: A raise? You've been working for him for, what, 20 minutes?
Cordy: A month. And I have needs.
Doyle: Needs?
Cordy: A person... needs... certain... designer... things.
Doyle: Personally, I don't think you need much in the way of clothes.

Cordy: We need more of these now. Have a vision.
Doyle: I can't just perform on demand.
Cordy: We need the clients. Have a vision.
Doyle: That money has corrupted you.
Cordy: If I hit you on the head, will you have a vision?
Doyle: Get away from me. You're insane.
Cordy: Am not. Now will you have a vision?