Rm w/a Vu

CORDELIA: I've had it with these cheap trash bags! They leak and break and end up costing us more!
DOYLE: I believe it!
CORDELIA: Yeah, It was a great audition! I was all about things leaking. How could they not pick me?
DOYLE: They don't know what they missed.

GRIFF: Hello, Doyle.
DOYLE: I think you have the wrong place.
GRIFF: You owe money.
DOYLE: It's all about money. What about friendship and family and all those things that are priceless, like they say in that credit card commercial? Oh, yeah right. You're a demon of focus. I can see that. I have your money right over here.
GIRFF: (Slams drawer shut on Doyle's hand) You're not stupid enough to have a gun in there, right?
DOYLE: Who, me? No way, man! Look! (Pulls out drawer, hits demon, and runs.)

ANGEL: (to Cordy) You got peanut butter on the bed!
CORDELIA: Really? I don't think so. (Angel shows her his hand.) I'll look.
DOYLE: No, no, no, no, no. Angel man, how could you?
ANGEL: Could I what?
DOYLE: Man, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her down, too. But no, handsome, brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead! How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?
ANGEL: Cordelia stayed over because something's wrong with her place. I was on the sofa.
DOYLE: Oh. That's okay, I suppose.

ANGEL: What's going on?
DOYLE: Nothing, just...
ANGEL: You got a bruise on your hand.
DOYLE: Badminton.

CORDELIA: First thing I hire someone to take out that wall.
DOYLE: I though you said it was perfect.
CORDELIA: Yes, and part of being perfect is that there being one tiny flaw for me to fix.
DOYLE: Ah, must be why you find me so fascinating.
CORDELIA: Oh my gosh, I love my apartment. Your guy found the perfect place. (Hugs Doyle) I love your guy!
DOYLE: Yeah, well, it's a pretty good day's work for us, I think. I take care of your problem; Angel takes care of mine. All in all, things are pretty sweet.

DOYLE: Don't worry about it, okay? And things aren't all gloom in Doyle City. I mean there's bright spots, like Cordelia! I mean, she loves that new place so much, man. She's gonna be grateful for a long, long time.

DOYLE: There. Safe as houses.
ANGEL: You're gonna live like this?
DOYLE: I don't see adding a deadbolt having a huge effect on my lifestyle.

DOYLE: Hear what?
ANGEL: The story of your life.
DOYLE: And quite a tale it is, too. Full of ribald adventures and beautiful damsels with loose morals...
ANGEL: Doyle.
DOYLE: I will. Just... give me time. The past, don't let go, does she?
ANGEL: Hmm, she never does.