City Of... Angel: 'Scuse me, scusey. I'm sorry. Has anyone seen my car? It's big and shiny. Doyle: Well, I like the place. Not much with the view, but it's got a nice Bat Cave sort of an air to it. Doyle: I've been sent. By the Powers That Be. Angel: Powers that be what? Angel: You told me the story of my life, which since I was there, I already knew. Doyle: It's not all about fighting and gadgets and such. It's about reaching out to people. Showing them that there's love and hope still left in this world. Homeless Woman: Got any spare change? Doyle: Get a job, you lazy sow. Angel: Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me? Doyle: Have you looked in a mirror lately? I guess... you really haven't. Angel: So, uh, are you... happy? Tina: What? Angel: You looked sort of down. Tina: You've been watching me? Angel: No, I just... I was... uh... looking towards there. And you walked... through there. Tina: You don't hit on girls very often, do you? Angel: Where's home? Tina: Missoula, Montana. You've been to Missoula? Angel: During the Depression. Uh, my depression. I was depressed there. Tina: Well, it was nice threatening you. Oliver: You are a beautiful, beautiful man. Angel: Thanks. Oliver: You're an actor. Angel: No. Oliver: That wasn't a question. I'm Oliver. Ask anyone about me. They'll tell you I'm a fierce animal. I'm your manager as soon as you call. Angel: I'm not an actor. Oliver: Funny. I like the humor. I like the whole thing. Call me. This isn't a come-on. I'm in a very serious relationship with a landscape architect. Cordy: So, um, are you still... (she makes teeth and claws) "GRRR"? Angel: Yeah, there's not actually a cure for that. Cordy: Well, I better get mingly. I really should be talking to people that are somebody. But it was fun! Angel: It's nice that she's grown as a person. Stacey: You know what? I don't think you're gonna pull that trigger. (Angel punches him out) Angel: Good call. Angel: I made some tea. Tina: Thanks. Angel: You take milk, or sugar? Tina: Yeah. Angel: Cause... I don't have those things. Angel: Doyle, I don't want to share my feelings. I don't want to open up. I wanna find the guy that killed Tina, and I wanna look him in the eye. Doyle: Then what? Angel: Then I'm gonna share my feelings. Stacey: You have no idea who you're dealing with here. Angel: Russell? Let me guess. Not big on the daylight or the mirrors, drinks a lot of "V-8"? Cordy: I am somebody. I matter. People will be attracted to my positive energy and help me achieve my goals. I'm right where I'm supposed to be and not dying for something to eat! Doyle: Wow, you're really going to war here. I guess you've seen a few in your time, yeah? Angel: 14, not including Vietnam. They never declared it. Cordy: Wow, what a nice place. I love your curtains. Not afraid to emphasize the curtains. Winters: I have old fashioned taste. Cordy: I grew up in a nice home. It wasn't like this, but we did have a room or two that we didn't even know what they were for. Til the IRS got all huffy about my parents not paying their taxes for, well, ever. Cordy: The hands in the Liqui-Gel commercial were almost mine by, like, one or two girls. Cordy: I finally get invited to a nice place with... no mirrors... and .... lots of curtains.... Hey, you're a vampire! Winters: What? No I'm not. Cordy: Are too. Winters: I don't know what you're talking about. Cordy: I'm from Sunnydale. We have our own Hellmouth! I think I know a vampire when I ... am... alone with him in his fortress like home, and you know, I think I'm just feeling a little light-headed from hunger. I'm just wacky! And kidding! Cordy: You don't know who he is, do you? Oh boy, you're about to get your ass kicked! Cordy: Finally! I thought I was going to faint while barfing! Winters: Angel. We do things a certain way in L.A. Angel: Well I'm new here. Winters: But you're a civilized man. We don't have to go around attacking each other. Look at me. I pay my taxes. I keep my name out of the paper. And I don't make waves. And in return, I can do anything I want. Angel: Really? Can you fly? (Angel kicks Winters? chair out the window, and he bursts into flame) Angel: Guess not. Cordy: I was just saying that if we're going to be helping people out, maybe a small charge. A fee. You know, something to help pay the rent. And... my salary. You need someone to organize things and you're not exactly rolling