FEMME: Hey. Nice sweater. Hand knit?
WESLEY: Certainly not by me.
FEMME: I didn’t mean… I mean it’s a great sweater.
WESLEY: Oh, well, I-I’ll pass that on then to the person who knit it. I-I mean, I would, if I knew who did but I don’t.  So I won’t pass it on to anyone, will I?
FEMME: Oh.

ANGEL: Hi Dennis. How are you doing? Hmm, still dead. I know the feeling.

 ANGEL: Really, ah, fun party last night.
CORDY: I’m so glad you came. You know how parties are. You’re always worried that no one is going to suck the energy out of the room like a giant black hole of boring despair. But there you where in the clinch!
ANGEL: I didn’t... Boring?

ANGEL: I talked to people.  Laura.
CORDY: Laura thought you hated her. I had to tell her you were challenged.
ANGEL: I don’t hate her. I-I got to modes with people: bite and avoid. Hard to shift. Plus, I can’t get to close. I mean, with women...
CORDY: You can be nice. I mean, it’s not like Laura is going to throw you down on the living room floor and tear off all of your...  Well, actually, Laura...
ANGEL: I’ll try harder. Still, I mean, the quiet, reserved thing, don’t you think it makes me kind of I don’t know, cool?

CORDY: Well, this is great! Now we’re really... (A Angel) Do I have to take a pay-cut? (Angel répond que non) a team!
 WESLEY: You won’t be disappointed. There is, euh, something in my eye.

ANGEL: Yeah. It’s not an ‘it’ it’s a ‘she.
CORDY: A chick that burns? Are you okay? Did she care…
ANGEL: Did she care about me?
CORDY: Did she ‘Carrie’ you! Carrie, the movie, you know?

CORDY: What…what does she look like?
ANGEL: Ah, two raised ridges running down either cheek, violet eyes, uhm, she seemed intelligent. She was very attractive, for a demon.
CORDY: A hottie, huh? I guess she’s that all right. What with the sizzle.
ANGEL: Sizzler?
CORDY: The sizzle factor?

ANGEL : On the left one spies the painter himself. In the middle distance is the French poet and critic Baudelaire, a friend of the artist. Now, Baudelaire  interesting fellow. In his poem ‘Le Vampire’ he wrote: ‘Thou who abruptly as a knife didst come into my heart.’ - He, ah, strongly believed that evil forces surrounded mankind. And some even speculated that the poem was about a real vampire. Oh and, ah, Baudelaire was actually a little taller and a lot drunker than he is depicted here.

WESLEY: Ah, ha!
CORDY: That better be an ‘Aha!’ of triumph. I was dreaming there was a going out of business sale at Neimans!

CORDY: What are you doing? We nearly got burned from the inside out and you’re here getting all April fresh?

WESLEY: Not to worry. My fault I’m sure, really. Cagey little brutes, aren’t they? I’ll wash them if you’d like. Individually. They’ll be just as good as new. Better.
ANGEL: Wesley. Stop.
CORDY: Wow. Groveling isn’t just a way of life for you, it’s an art.

WESLEY: Well, that’s... I can’t tell you... I am your faithful servant, Angel.
CORDY: Like I said, an art.