I Will Remember You

CORDELIA: When did he get back?
DOYLE: Late last night.
CORDELIA: And?
DOYLE: Well, he seemed fine.
CORDELIA: He saw Buffy. He was in Sunnydale for three days, tracking her and that thingymagiggy you saw in your vision. Where's the crabby scowl, the morbid gloom? This just means it cut deeper then usual. Batten down the hatches, here comes Hurricane Buffy.
DOYLE: You think? Maybe he's over her.
CORDELIA: You have so much to learn little Irish man. (Cordy turns and sees Angel take a stake out of his desk drawer testing its tip with his finger.)
CORDELIA: Oh, my God! Don't do it, Angel!
DOYLE: Listen to me, man, it's not worth it.
ANGEL: It's not?
CORDELIA: No! You can't let her get to you like this. You'll meet someone else. Just give it some time.
DOYLE: Why don't you let me have that?
ANGEL: Because I need it to level my desk. (Bends down to stick the tip of it under one of the table's legs) The floor is uneven. You two thought... CORDELIA: Doyle did. You know how he always jumps to conclusions. 'Cause you saw Buffy.

DOYLE: So that's the Slayer.
CORDELIA: That's our little Buffy.
DOYLE: Well, she seemed a little...
CORDELIA: Bulgarian in that outfit?
DOYLE: Naw, I was gonna say 'hurt'.
CORDELIA: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.
DOYLE: Where're we going?
CORDELIA: Oh, they'll be into this for a while. We still have time for a cappuccino and probably the director's cut of the 'Titanic'. (they hear the crash as a demon attacks Angel & Buffy)
DOYLE: Did you hear that?
CORDELIA: Oh yeah, the Buffy and Angel show. First they talk out their differences, and then they punch them out.

DOYLE: (re: destruction) Woah, when they fight..
CORDELIA: Oh, my God!
DOYLE: What?
CORDELIA: She killed him! (Picks up a handful of dust) Oops! My bad. It's just dust I forgot to sweep under the rug.
DOYLE: What, are you trying to give me a heart attack?

DOYLE: It's called a Mohra demon. They're pretty powerful assassins, soldiers of darkness kind of thing. They take out warriors for our side, like you and Buffy. 'Needs vast quantities of salt to live'.

ANGEL: It was heading towards salt water.
DOYLE: 'Veins run with the blood of eternity.' There it is. Its blood has regenerative properties.
ANGEL: Which explains what happened to me. It doesn't explain why.
DOYLE: Hey, what difference does it make, man? The demon's dead, you're alive! It's happy fun time!
ANGEL: What's going on here, Doyle?
DOYLE: I don't know. I thought the only way you could be made mortal was if the Powers-That-Be stepped in.
ANGEL: What, they could have done this? How come I keep getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything.
DOYLE: 'Cause I'm not. We're both on a need to know basis here.
ANGEL: I need to know about this. Is this permanent? Am I - am I normal Joe now? Can I have a normal life? I want to speak to the Powers-That-Be.
DOYLE: Woah, woah, woah! That's easier said then done, bud. The Powers-That-Be don't live in our reality. You have to approach them through channels. Dangerous channels.
ANGEL: Yeah, you know what? Start approaching!
DOYLE: All right. All right. Maybe we can try the Oracles. But hey, if they turn you into a toad - don't say I didn't warn you.

DOYLE: It's called a Mohra demon. They're pretty powerful assassins, soldiers of darkness kind of thing. They take out warriors for our side, like you and Buffy. 'Needs vast quantities of salt to live'.
ANGEL: It was heading towards salt water.
DOYLE: 'Veins run with the blood of eternity.' There it is. Its blood has regenerative properties.
ANGEL: Which explains what happened to me. It doesn't explain why.
DOYLE: Hey, what difference does it make, man? The demon's dead, you're alive! It's happy fun time!
ANGEL: What's going on here, Doyle?
DOYLE: I don't know. I thought the only way you could be made mortal was if the Powers-That-Be stepped in.
ANGEL: What, they could have done this? How come I keep getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything.
DOYLE: 'Cause I'm not. We're both on a need to know basis here.
ANGEL: I need to know about this. Is this permanent? Am I - am I normal Joe now? Can I have a normal life? I want to speak to the Powers-That-Be.
DOYLE: Woah, woah, woah! That's easier said then done, bud. The Powers-That-Be don't live in our reality. You have to approach them through channels. Dangerous channels.
ANGEL: Yeah, you know what? Start approaching!
DOYLE: All right. All right. Maybe we can try the Oracles. But hey, if they turn you into a toad - don't say I didn't warn you.

CORDELIA: (extremely bitter) Well, this is working out nicely! I'm out of a job.
DOYLE: Hey! It's not just you, you know?
CORDELIA: Oh, please. Who are *you* kidding? You know you're glad this happened.
DOYLE: Hey, I'm glad for Angel, but if that means I'm off the hook with the Powers-That-Be as well, all the better. I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark in the world.
CORDELIA: We had a cat that used to do that. Oh god, what am I gonna do? I'm good for exactly two things: International Superstardom, or helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but colorful resume.
DOYLE: Well, what ever happens from here on out, at least I'll be able to say good-bye to the bone-crushing, head-wrenching, mind-numbing visions. (His head hits the bar as we cut to blurred pictures of the Mohra demon attacking Angel. )
CORDELIA: What do you see?
DOYLE: We got trouble.

DOYLE: Hey, that Mohra demon regenerated more then just you.
ANGEL: What?
DOYLE: I had a vision. It's regenerated *itself*.
ANGEL: Where?
DOYLE: In the tunnel where you fought it. Then it was in some sort of factory. I thought I tasted salt. Could have been the margarita.