Cordelia: 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, twenty minutes?
Cordelia: A month. And I have needs.
Cordelia: A person needs certain... designer... things.
Doyle: But you are right, and I do agree. Angel needs to start charging. He just hates bringing up the finances with the clients. He likes playing the hero. Walking off into the dark, his long coat flowing behind him in that mysterious and attractive way.
Cordelia: Is this a private moment? 'Cause I could leave you alone.
Angel: I'm in Private Security.
Melissa Burns: Excuse me?
Angel: It's - It's what I do. It's my job.
Melissa Burns: And you walk around in underground garages telling people this because...?
Angel: Am I intimidating? I mean, do I put people off?
Cordelia: Well, as vampires go, you're pretty cuddly. Maybe you might want to think about mixing up the black-on-black look.
Cordelia: (to Doyle) You're a lot smarter than you look. Of course, you look like a retard.
Melissa: I guess Angel has handled a lot of cases like this.
Doyle: Dozens. Hundreds. Dozens of hundreds.
Melissa: It happens that often?
Doyle: Well, exactly like yours? Not quite so many. But protecting young women such as yourself? Oh, yeah, there's been, uh, four. And three of them are very much alive.
Kate: Wolfram & Hart. You know the name?
Angel: I've heard it.
Kate: Yeah. They're the law firm that Johnnie Cochran is too ethical to join.
Cordelia: What is stalking nowadays, like, the third most popular sport among men?
Angel: Fourth, after luge.
Cordelia: I don’t get it. This guy has a lot to lose. What is it about Melissa that's got him going all O.J. here?
Angel: Nothing. It’s not about Melissa. It’s about rage. This guy's too messed up to deal with a real woman and he can’t stand that. So he creates a fantasy about a girl he barely knows. But eventually even she fails him. And he has to hurt her, because when he looks at her all he sees is how useless he is, how damaged--
Cordelia: (interrupting) Uh! What a fun date you must have been in back in your bad, vamp days. On the other hand, it should give you some insight into the jerks of the world.
Doyle: They get any prints?
Doyle: Good. So we can put him behind bars... for about 90 seconds, until he skitters through 'em. Not a lot of things make me shudder, but this guy - crawling around under the covers. At least it was just his hands down there. I wish I hadn't even thought that.
Cordelia: What did you put in her tea?
Doyle: Enough whiskey to drop my Aunt Judy. That woman had some girth.
Cordelia: What's the point?
Doyle: Well, it tastes good, and it relaxes you.
Cordelia: No, I mean of ever going out with anyone.
Doyle: Well, people need people. And people who need people... are the luckiest p--
Cordelia: Either you like them, and they don't like you. Or you can't stand them, which just guarantees that they're going to hover around and never go away.
Doyle: I hate guys like that.
Cordelia: I mean, it is just so unfair! I mean, this poor girl, she hooks up with a doctor — that should be a good thing. You should be able to call home and say, "Mom, guess what? I met a doctor!" Not, "Guess what? I met a psycho and he's stalking me. Oh, by the way, his hands and feet come off and he's not even in the circus!"
Ronald: You disappoint me, Melissa.
Melissa: I know. I know. I didn't mean...
Ronald: No, no, no. no. Stop now. You're babbling.
Melissa: I think... I think you disappoint yourself. I think you gave up on being loved a long time ago and now you're just another creep who gets off on pain.
Ronald: Oh, don't try and use some childish --
Melissa: And you know I'd be crazy to want to touch you, to wake up next to... little pieces of whatever you are.
Ronald: Shut up.
Melissa: You turned yourself into a freak, Ronald. A vile, repulsive freak. And I am done being afraid of you. You can cut me and you can kill me, but it still won't change what you are. Angel was right. You're weak.
Ronald: I'm weak? Then how was it I killed him?
Ronald: You can't be alive. You're not human!
Melissa: You should talk.
Doyle: Let's march down to the bank right now and deposit this beauty.
Angel: You guys go on. I think I'll stay here and not burst into flames.
Doyle: Oh, right. You're pretty much the night deposit guy.
Cordelia: We need more of these.
Doyle: Well, we'll have more soon enough.
Cordelia: Well, we them now. Have a vision.
Doyle: I can't just perform on demand.
Cordelia: We need the clients. Have a vision.
Doyle: That money's corrupted you.
Cordelia: If I hit you in the head, would you have a vision?
Doyle: Get away from me. You're insane.
Cordelia: No, I'm not.