DOYLE:(a picture of Buffy falls out) Wow! She is something. This an old squeeze of yours?
ANGEL: Yeah.
DOYLE: Well, how does she feel about men with an Irish accent? (sees Angel’s face) Buffy.
ANGEL: Yeah.
DOYLE: I’m, I’m sorry…
ATS: The Bachelor Party
BARNEY: Missing your friend. Why don’t you tell me about him?
CORDELIA: Doyle? Well, he drank too much and his taste in clothing was like a Greek tragedy. And he could be really sweet sometimes. You’ll like this: he was half demon. A secret he kept from me for – like, ever. I guess that’s the reason he sometimes smelled weird? You know, you remind me a little of him.
BARNEY: I take that as a compliment.
ATS: Parting Gifts
WILLOW: Oh I’m not … I don’t have much in the way of power. Really, I mean most of my potions come out soup Besides… spells going awry, friends in danger… I’m definitely nothing special.
TARA: No, you are.
BTVS: Hush
DAWN: He says I’m like a kid sister… but sometimes when he looks at me, I feel like he sees me as I am… as a woman
BTVS: Real me
DOYLE: The good fight, yeah? You never know until you’ve been tested. I get that now.
ATS: Hero
FRED: Tacos! Sorry. I didn’t mean to
holler at you. I love tacos. Do they still have them? You know, back…
ANGEL: …home? Yeah, they didn’t outlaw tacos.
FRED: Oh, of course not. I’ve been trying to make an enchilada out of tree bark.
ANGEL: Bark enchiladas. Huh. - How’s that going?
FRED: There is work to be done.
ATS: There’s No Place Like Plrtz Glrb
