I Fall to Pieces

CORDELIA: Uh, look at all these bills: water, and power, oh and my perennial favourite - the rent. What am I missing?
DOYLE: Not a thing I can see.
CORDELIA: Doyle, try to pay attention.
DOYLE: I am paying attention, princess. We just need the income to pay for the outgo around here.
CORDELIA: Exactly! You know? This is a business and we need to start running it like one. We *should* be charging. 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, like 20 minutes?
CORDELIA: A month, and I have needs.
DOYLE: Needs.
CORDELIA: A person needs certain, designer, things.
DOYLE: Personally I don't think you need much in the way of clothes. 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 can leave you alone.
DOYLE: No, no, I'm not saying *I'm* attracted. I'm just saying he projects a certain kind of image and asking for money isn't part of it. He's sensitive about that.

DOYLE: This ain't single malt – it's... polymalt!

ANGEL: I've got a bad feeling that we need get involved now. This shouldn't be about money.
DOYLE: It isn't.
CORDELIA: Yeah, you should listen to...It isn't?!
DOYLE: No, it's about doing what's best for the people you've helped. People get attached to a mysterious saviour, and can you blame them? But as long as you're just a man who's doing a job, and getting paid, they can feel like they've paid their debt to you and they can move on – independent like.
CORDELIA: (to Doyle) You're a lot smarter than you look – Of course you look like a retard.

MELISSA: You know you really don't have to stay with me all day.
DOYLE: Ah, protect and serve. It's entirely my bag. If I'm not in the way.
MELISSA: Oh, no. I like it. As long as you're not bored.
DOYLE: No, no. I'm good. I got the word jumble right here to keep me occupied, sadly, for most of the day.
MELISSA: I do feel better having you all on the case. I guess Angel's 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? Yeah, there's been, ah, four. And three of them are very much alive.

ANGEL: How's she doing?
DOYLE: Numb. Did they get any prints?
ANGEL: Yeah.
DOYLE: Good. So we can put him behind bars. For about 90 seconds, until he skitters through ‘em. Not a lot of things that make me shudder, but this guy – crawling around under the covers. At least it was just his hands down there. Wish I hadn't even thought that.
ANGEL: He's coming undone.
DOYLE: I'll say.
ANGEL: No, I mean he's out of control. He's killing now.
DOYLE: Anybody that stands between him and his obsession. Don't we stand between him and his obsession? I'm not putting too cowardly a point on it, but if this guy can't be contained and can't be killed, what are we going to do?
ANGEL: If his body parts go long enough without any blood and oxygen, they're going to deteriorate, he's not gonna be able to put himself back together no matter how much psychic surgery he knows. DOYLE: So what are you saying? Break him down and box him up?
ANGEL: Of course that's just a theory.
DOYLE: Hmm. What do we do in the mean time?
ANGEL: Protect her.

DOYLE: Not every relationship leads to disaster.
CORDELIA: You ever had one?
DOYLE: Not me personally. But I've read...