Angel · Season 1
Angel, man. You've gotta snap out of this!
Right now. It's time for you to get all vampy. Grrrr. Kate needs you.
Uh uh, I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.
We won't judge you! Will we? [Doyle concurs] ... Give it a try.
[shakes head] Closeness is too important to me now.
[to Papazian] You can be a rainbow [hits him] and not a "painbow"!
[Doyle just barely manages to slay the vampire menacing Cordelia.]
Are you okay?
I'm fine. That was... you were so... brave!
You think you could say that again without so much shock in your voice? You're stepping on my moment of manliness here.
I'm sorry. I'm... just...
Surprised?
...Grateful.
So, here I am at Le Petit Renard with Mr. Armani, who could keep me in blue boxes for the rest of my life.
Blue boxes.
Tiffany's! God! And the whole night I was bored silly. All I could think about was, if this wimp saw a monster, he'd probably throw a shoe at it and run like a weasel. Turns out, the shoe part was giving him too much credit.
There aren't very many people who wouldn't run. It's just human nature.
Yeah. ... But all of a sudden "rich and handsome" isn't good enough for me. Now I expect a guy to be all brave and interesting. And it's your fault. Both of you.
Well, maybe not. Maybe you're changing. That could be a good thing.
Or disastrous. As if I wasn't confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some... badly dressed superhero. [Angel supresses smile] He was really beat up. But you know the first thing he asked? 'Are you okay.' [Angel smiles] I mean, that's, like, substance. Right?
Well, there's definitely more to Doyle than meets the eye.
So I've gotta kill myself. [Angel stops smiling] I swore, when I went down this road with Xander Harris, I'd rather be dead than 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 kinda have to buy him a mochaccino for saving my life, don't you think?
Well, I...
Me,too. We'll be back in a half, you watch the phones, okay?
I am 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?
In a way.
And when were you planning on telling me?
I thought maybe I wouldn't have to.
You were going to start our life out together with deceit?
[to Angel] Sorta missing the point, isn't she?
Oh, please, Uncle John. When was the last time you pried yourself away from ESPN long enough to spill the blood of a she-goat?
[A deeply depressed Doyle sits alone in the outer office.]
Well, someone has to go out there and cheer him up. [Angel reluctantly stands] Oh, please. Someone with a heartbeat? [walks over to sofa] Hi, Doyle! Are you gonna become loser pining guy, like, full time now? 'Cause, you know, we already have one of those around the office.
Hey!
Hey!
He can get away with it. He's tall, and... and look at the way clothes hang on him! But you...
Okay, I think you've cheered us up enough.
You can't live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow is another day. Did I mention letting it go?
Twice.
[sits beside Doyle] You're gonna get through this, Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.
...You think I'm a nice guy?
I think it, I say it. It's my way.
[Buffy visits Angel.]
So, that's the Slayer.
That's our little Buffy.
Well, she seemed a little...
Bulgarian in that outfit?
Naw, I was gonna say 'hurt'.
Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.
[The Oracle accepts Angel's impromptu "gift," telekinetically transporting his wristwatch to her palm.]
I like time! There's so little and so much of it.
[to Doyle] Let me explain the lore here, okay? They suffer, they fight--that's business as usual. They get groiny with one another--the world as we know it falls apart.
[Buffy has issues with Angel's take-it-slow approach to his newly restored humanity.]
You know, it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about ten zillion times... because today would have been a real let-down.
[Doyle and Cordelia contemplate life without Angel's mission.]
I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark in the world.
We had a cat that used to do that. Oh, God! What am I gonna do? I'm good for exactly two things: international superstardom, and helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but colorful résumé.
[while Angel and Buffy are fighting a demon in Angel's office, Cordelia and Doyle think that the two are fighting each other] Oh, this is pretty normal. Angel and Buffy talk things out and then they punch things out.
[while Angel and Buffy are talking] Where are we going?
They'll be at this for a while. We still have time for a cappuccino and probably the director's cut of the Titanic.
Oh my god.
What?
[picks up a handful of dust] She killed him! [silence] Oops. My bad. It's just dust I forgot to sweep under the rug.
What are you, trying to give me a heart attack?
Hey! Don't blame me if he's too cheap to hire a cleaning lady! [Angel enters the office, looking dazed] What's wrong? What happened? Did you do it with Buffy? [Doyle approaches Angel] Watch it, Doyle, don't get too close. Hey! You walked in the front door, from the street! You've -
Yeah.
- got an umbrella!
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