Cordelia Chase: I finally get invited to a nice place with no mirrors and lots of curtains... hey, you're a vampire!
Russell Winters: [caught off-guard] What? No, I'm not.
Cordelia Chase: Are too!
Russell Winters: I don't know what you're talking about.
Cordelia Chase: I'm from Sunnydale. We had our own Hellmouth. I think I know a vampire when... I'm... alone with him... in his... fortress-like home.
Cordelia: So, um, are you still...
[bares her teeth and makes claws with her hands]
Angel: Yeah, there's not actually a cure for that.
Cordelia: You need someone to organize things, and you're not exactly rolling in it, Mr. "I was alive for 200 years and never developed an investment portfolio."
Cordelia Chase: You don't know who he is, do you? Oh, you are so gonna get your ass kicked.
Allen Francis Doyle: It's not all about fightin' and gadgets and such. It's about reachin' out to people. Showin' them that there's love and hope still left in this world.
Homeless Woman: Hey, spare change?
Allen Francis Doyle: Get a job, you lazy sow.
Allen Francis Doyle: Once upon a time, there was a vampire. And he was the meanest vampire in all the land. I mean, other vampires were afraid of him he was such a... bastard. Then, one day, he's cursed by gypsies. They restore his human soul. And, all of a sudden, he's mad with guilt. You know, "What have I done! Oh!" He's freaked.
Angel: Uh. Okay, now I'm sleepy.
Allen Francis Doyle: Yeah, well, it's a fairly dull tale. It needs a little sex is my feelin'. So, sure enough, enter the girl; pretty little blonde thing, Vampire Slayer by trade. And our vampire falls madly in love with her. But eventually, the two of them, well, they-they get fleshy with one another. And the moment he- Well, I guess the technical term is "perfect happiness". But when our boy gets there, he goes bad again, he kills again. It's ugly. So, when he gets his soul back for the second time, he figures, hey, he can't be anywhere near Miss Puppy Thighs without endangering them both. So, what does he do? He takes off, goes to L.A. to fight evil and atone for his crimes. He's a shadow. A faceless champion of the human race.
[first lines of the episode and of the series]
Angel: [narrating] Los Angeles. You see it at night and it shines; a beacon. People are drawn to it. People and other things. They come for all sorts of reasons. My reason? No surprise there. It started with a girl.
Angel: You don't smell human.
Allen Francis Doyle: Well, that's a bit rude. As it happens, I'm very much human.
[he sneezes, his demon face emerges, he shakes it off]
Allen Francis Doyle: On my mother's side.
Cordelia Chase: [after bumping into Angel at a party] Well, I'd better get mingly. I really should be talking to people that *are* somebody. But it was fun!
Angel: [to himself] It's nice that she's grown as a person.
Cordelia: I grew up in a nice home. It wasn't like this, but we did have a room or two that we didn't even know what they were for. Till the IRS got all huffy about my folks not paying their taxes for, well, ever. They took it all.
Allen Francis Doyle: Well, I like the place. Not much with the view, but it's got a nice Batcave sort of an air to it.
[Lindsey dials his cell phone after Angel kills Russell Winters]
Lindsey McDonald: [into his phone] Set up an inter-office meeting at 4:00. It seems we have a new player in town.
Lindsey McDonald: No, no... there's no need to disturb the senior partners with this. Not yet.
Allen Francis Doyle: [when Angel is gathering his stuff before going to Russell's place] Wow, you're really going to war, here. Guess you've, uh, guess you've seen a few in you time, yeah?
Angel: 14, not including Vietnam. They never declared it.
Angel: Why would a woman I've never met even talk to me?
Allen Francis Doyle: Have you looked in the mirror lately? No, I guess you really haven't, no.
Cordelia: I am somebody. I matter. People will be attracted to my positive energy and help me achieve my goals. I am right where I'm supposed to be and not dying for something to eat!
Allen Francis Doyle: She'll provide a connection to the world. She's got a very... humanizing influence.
Angel: You think she's a hottie.
Allen Francis Doyle: Ah, yeah. She's a stiffener, all right. I can't lie about that.
Russell Winters: We don't have to go around attacking each other. Look at me. I pay my taxes, I keep my name out of the paper, and I don't make waves. In return, I can do anything I want.
Angel: Really? Hm. Can you fly?
Allen Francis Doyle: When was the last time you drank blood?
Allen Francis Doyle: Left you with a bit of craving, didn't it? Let me tell you something, pal, that craving's gonna grow. And one day soon, one of those helpless victims that you don't really care about is gonna look way too appetizing to turn down. And you'll figure, "Hey, what's one against all I've saved? Might as well eat them. Still ahead by the numbers".
Allen Francis Doyle: I get visions. Which is to say, great splitting migraines that come with pictures. A name, a face. I don't know who sends them. I just know whoever sends them is more powerful than me or you and they're just trying to make things right.
Allen Francis Doyle: It's not just saving lives, it's saving souls.
Allen Francis Doyle: High school's over, bud. You gotta make with the grown-up talk, now.
Angel: I don't wanna share my feelings. I don't wanna open up. I wanna find the guy that killed Tina, and I wanna look him in the eye.
Allen Francis Doyle: Then what?
Angel: Then I'm gonna share my feelings.
Allen Francis Doyle: You know, there's a lot of people in this city need helpin'.
Angel: So I noticed.
Allen Francis Doyle: You game?
Angel: I'm game.
Tina: The only help I need is a ticket home. And that wasn't me asking for money.
Angel: Where's home?
Tina: Missoula, Montana.
[Angel smiles fondly]
Tina: You've been to Missoula?
Angel: During the Depression.
[Angel sees Tina's questioning look]
Angel: [quickly covering] Uh... my depression. Uh, I was depressed there. But it's pretty country.
Tina: Yeah. Lots of open land. Lots of nothing else.
Angel: [after jumping into the wrong convertible] Damn it!
Cordelia: Wow, what a nice place. I love your curtains. Not afraid to emphasize the curtains.
Cordelia: A cockroach. In the corner. I'd say it's a bantamweight.
[looking at a candid film reel with Cordelia in it]
Russell Winters: Who is she? I've never seen her before. She's beautiful. I want her.
Lindsey McDonald: Should I alert the firm to inform them that this could constitute another "long-term investment"?
Russell Winters: No, I don't think that's necessary. I just want something to eat.