CORDELIA: So, here I am at Le Petite Renard with Mr. Armani, who could keep me in blue boxes for the rest of my life...

ANGEL: Blue boxes?

CORDELIA: Tiffany's! God! And the whole night I was bored silly. All I could think about was: if this wimp ever 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.

ANGEL: There aren't very many people that wouldn't run. It's just human nature.

CORDELIA: Yeah, but all of a sudden rich and handsome isn't enough for me. Now I expect a guy to be all brave and interesting. And it's your fault! Both of you.

ANGEL: Well, maybe not. Maybe you're changing. That could be a good thing.

CORDELIA: Disastrous. And as if I wasn't confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some badly dressed superhero. He was really beat up, but you know the first thing he asked? Are you okay? I mean, that's like, substance, right?

ANGEL: Mmm, well, there's definitely more to Doyle then meets the eye.

CORDELIA: So, I've got to kill myself. I swore when I went down this road with Xander Harris, I'd rather be dead then 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'm gonna have to buy him a moccachino for saving my life, don't you think?

ANGEL: Well, I...

CORDELIA: Me, too. We'll be back in a half. You watch the phones, okay?

• Cordelia & Doyle
• Cordelia's unique world views
• Funnies

written by: Tracey Stern; Originally transcribed by anonymous. Edited, formatted for this site and checked against source by Ann.. Full transcript at:
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