Review & Quotes

Doyle: "The only money in my family is underneath the couch cushions."

Angel: "This isn't a spelling bee. No one expects you to play fair."

Pierce: “I was hoping we could make a night of it.”
Cordelia: “Me too. I really wanted to hear the end of the story about pigs and beans.”

Cordelia: (disbelievingly) “You were so… brave.”
Doyle: “You think you say that again without so much shock in your voice? You’re steppin’ on my moment of manliness here.”
Cordelia: “I’m sorry… I’m just…”
Doyle: “Surprised.”

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: (exasperated) “Tiffany’s! God! And the whole night I was bored silly. All I could think about is if this wimp saw a monster he’d probably throw his shoe at it and run like a weasel! Turns out the shoe part was giving him too much credit… As if I wasn't confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some badly dressed super hero."

Angel: “Hmmm. Well, there’s definitely more to Doyle than meets the eye.”
Cordelia: "So I've gotta kill myself. I swore when I went down this road with Xander Harris, I'd rather be dead than date a fixer upper again.”

Doyle: (reenacting last night’s battle in a macho tone) “ ‘I’m the one you followed here! It’s me you want, eh!’ (does sound effects as he stakes the imaginary vampire with his imaginary crossbow shaft) ‘Fangs for the memories, vamp-man!’ (embarrassed when he realizes Cordelia’s watching him and she waves) Hey! I just—y’know, that wasn’t—”
Cordelia: “An incredible spaz attack? Good.”

Harry: “Angel! Stop!”
Angel: “He’s a demon!”
Harry: “Well, yeah!”

Doyle: “He’s a demon! And she’s signed on to be Mrs. Demon?!? Tell me again how ugly he is!”

Uncle John: “First we greet the man of the hour, drink, bring out the food, drink, then comes the stripper, darts, then we have the Ritual Eating of the First Husband’s Brains, then charades.”
Ben: “Wait! What was that? Charades?”
Nick: “Yeah, I don’t know about that.”
Richard: “I think it’ll be fun.”

Cordelia: “In the nether-world known as the 818 area code.”

Harry: (angry) “I know what you’re up to, Richard Howard Straley!”
Richard: “The stripper wasn’t my idea, pook, I swear!”
Harry: “Not the stripper—” (tone becomes hurt and disgusted) “There was a stripper?”
Richard: “You really shouldn’t be here.”
Cordelia: “And you shouldn’t be trying to eat my friend’s brains, you horrible, ugly demon people!”

Uncle John: “We don’t flaunt our beliefs, but they’re very near and dear to us.”
Harry: “Oh, please, Uncle John, when’s the last time you pried yourself away from ESPN long enough to spill the blood of a she-goat?”