"Rm W/ A Vu" Quotes
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This episode freaked me out a little . . . which just prooves how easily I get scared. But the ending was good, and completely unpredictable - another thing I love about Angel.
Angel: Well, I - I know she can’t type or file. Until today I had some hope regarding the phone.
Doyle: It’s all about money. What about friendship and family all those things that are priceless, like they say in those credit card commercials?
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.
Cordy: Hey, you can just dump my stuff on the couch – or let me have the bed. Whatever you feel good about.
Doyle: 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 (Angel feels his forehead with a frown) 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. (Angel raises his eyebrows at him) 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're looking great, by the way.
Cordelia: I wouldn't know, man doesn't have a mirror. Like it would kill him to not see himself.
Cordy: Ok, here’s an idea - How about you make me a list of people you’re too good to talk to.
Angel: What's going on?
Doyle: Nothing, just . . .
Angel: You got a bruise on your hand.
Doyle: (looks at it) Badminton.
Angel: (picking up a towel from the chair) And the reason there is a wet towel on my leather chair?
(Cordelia gives him a huge smile. Angel drops it back down with a sigh and leaves the room.)
Cordy: Hi! (Smiles and waves) I was just wondering if you had any linoleum glue – for if it started curling up all over.
Cordy: Oh, my gosh. Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?
Doyle: (looking at Cordelia) No, never.
Angel: Punished? For what?
Cordy: I don't know. For everything that I said in highschool just 'cause I could get away with it. And then it all ended, and I had to pay. But this apartment--Oh! 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 meant 'cause you used to have a mansion.
Kate: Pop stars and popes, those are the one-name guys.
Angel: You got me. I'm a pope.
Doyle: Uh, Angel Investigations. We hope you're helpless . . . no, wait . . .
