Lonely Hearts

DOYLE: Hey, you know, maybe we should go over this thing again of you getting out in the world and involving yourself with people. It's Friday night. It's the most social night of the week! A couple of lookers like us should be out there enjoying the nightlife. Not sitting here in the dark like some kind of...
ANGEL: ...some kind of vampire?
DOYLE: Well, yeah. I was going to say Slacker, but, yeah, to you, Mr. Obvious. You got to come out, man!
DOYLE: Because we deserve a night of fun, don't you think? I mean, it breaks up those nights of death and mayhem. Plus we could toast the new business, you know, the three of us. (He whistles, tilting his head towards the outer office)
ANGEL: Yeah, Doyle, if you want to ask Cordelia out, just do it yourself.
DOYLE: I don't even know if she likes me, man, unless you put a word in for me, you know, just tell her what a great guy I am!
ANGEL: I barely know you.
DOYLE: Perfect. That should make it easier for you then.

CORDELIA: They're finally in.
DOYLE: They're in.
ANGEL: Okay...?
CORDELIA: Your cards.
DOYLE: The cards.
CORDELIA: Your calling cards to leave with people so they know how to reach you.
DOYLE: Great idea! Calling cards. It's not like you have a signal folks can shine in the sky when ever they need help, you know?
ANGEL: Hey, look at that, there is our number. It's right next to a...a, um...a-a butterfly?
DOYLE: It's obviously not a butterfly, you idiot. It's a-a bird. No, no, wait, it's an owl. A-a bird that hunts at night. Brilliant! It's a-a...
CORDELIA: It's an angel!
ANGEL: An angel. Right. It's an angel!
DOYLE: Brilliant. So obvious and so clever on so many levels...
CORDELIA: Oh, shut up!

DOYLE: So you got everyone figured out, huh?
CORDELIA: Not everyone. I mean you I don't get.
CORDELIA: Yeah, I mean, what's with those vision things of yours?
DOYLE: They're messages I get, you know from the higher powers, whoever they may be. You know, it's my gift!
CORDELIA: If that was my gift, I'd return it. I mean you get those headaches, and you do this bleh thing with your face.
DOYLE: What thing with my face?
CORDELIA: Plus, your visions are kind of lame. A bar? That's nice and vague! I mean they should send you one of those self-destructing tapes, you know, that come with a dossier?
DOYLE: Well, I'm sure to mention it...

ANGEL: You know, I'm having a hard time believing that Doyle's vision meant I was supposed to come here to break up a bar fight.
DOYLE: Yeah, well, if it was, I'm in for some serious workman's comp.

ANGEL: How'd you pick up computer skills?
CORDELIA: Downloading pictures of naked women?
DOYLE: Well, that's more or less accurate.

ANGEL: I know you guys have been working hard. I mean, you've been cooped up inside a lot. And to show my appreciation I was thinking, the night being, you know, young and all, that the three of us could, well, should, you know, maybe, go out, you know, for fun.
CORDELIA: Or we can go home.
DOYLE: And you can sit in the dark alone.
ANGEL: God, yes! Thank you.