DOYLE: He likes playing the hero, walking off into the dark with his long coat flowing behind him in a mysterious and attractive way.
CORDY: Is this a privet moment? Because I can leave you alone.
DOYLE: No, no, I’m not saying *I’m* attracted.
Later,
DOYLE: Maybe I’m a little attracted.
 

DOYLE: Pen, Paper… single malt scotch.

ANGEL: Am I intimidating? I mean do I put people off?
CORDY: Well, as vampires go, you’re pretty cuddly. Maybe you might want to think about mixing up the black on black look.

MELISSA: It’s terrible.
DOYLE: Yeah, we’re going to take care of that.
MELISSA: No, I mean the coffee.

CORDY: Which last time led to a sex-changing-body-switching-tear-your-innards-out-demon, right. I guess they don’t call you for their every day cases.

CORDY : Uh, what a fun date you must have been in back in your bad vamp days.

CORDY: It’s just so unfair. I mean, here is this poor girl. She hooks up with a doctor. That’s supposed to be a good thing. I mean you should be able to call home and say: Hey, mom, guess what, I’ve met a doctor! Not, guess what, I met a psycho and he’s stalking me and oh, by the way, his hands and feet come off and he’s not even in the circus!