DOYLE: (on the phone) No man, not Spice, that?s the bird that works down on Broadway. Spike, as in railroads. Uh huh, yeah, vampire, right. No? Okay, then, thanks. (He hangs up)

DOYLE: (making a mark in his address book) Frankie Tripod? A big no.

CORDELIA: Frankie Tripod? Oh, I get it. Some kind of three-legged monster, right?

DOYLE: No, he?s human.

CORDELIA: Then what?s his name supposed to...oohh.

DOYLE: Hey listen, why don?t you sit down, get comfortable. Angel said I should go through every name in my book until I get a bead on where Spike is hiding out. Could be a while.

CORDELIA: Please. I couldn?t get comfortable here if the floor was lined with mink. I mean, how can you live like this?

DOYLE: Well, I didn?t until last week. Then I saw what you did with your place, and I just had to call my decorator.

CORDELIA: No way. My apartment is nowhere near this yucky.

CORDELIA: It smells like bong water in here.

DOYLE: Okay some laundry might be a couple of days past due, I confess, but...

(The telephone rings and he goes to get it.)

DOYLE: Yeah? Hey, Kizzy. Yeah, a vamp called Spike. No, huh? What? A ?C? note? No, I absolutely paid that back, man! Hey, no, sorry, there goes my other line. (He slams the phone down.)

DOYLE: He was mistaken, but I didn?t have time to get into it, right? I?m on a mission here. So what about this Spike? Is he as bad as all that? Should I be sweatin??

CORDELIA: No. He?s not so... (She stops, sighs) Sweat.

DOYLE: That?s what I figured.

• Cordelia & Doyle
• Doyle's lifestyle choices & shady dealings

written by: Douglas Petrie; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked by M'lyn.. Full transcript at:
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