Well especailly for you Asmiley, I dug out "Bachelor Party".....You know the Doyle ep with his ex wife
Harriet. So know for some more quotes.
Doyle: You know they have trivia games on the Internet now? You can challenge against drunks around the world.
Doyle: Hey, the only money in my family is underneath the couch cushions.
Cordelia: You were so…brave.
Doyle: You think you could say that again without so much shock in your voice? You're steppin' on my moment of manliness here.
Cordelia: I'm just...
Doyle: Surprised?
Cordelia: Grateful.
Cordelia: So here I am at Le Petit Renard with Mr. Armani, who could keep me in blue boxes for the rest of my life…
Angel: Blue boxes?
Cordelia: Tiffany's! God!
Cordelia: All I can think of is if this wimp saw a monster, he'd probably throw a shoe at it and run like a weasel. Turns out the shoe part was giving him too much credit.
Cordelia: As if I wasn't confused enough, then Doyle comes along and rescues me like some...badly dressed super hero.
Cordelia: You know, the first thing he asked? "Are you okay?" I mean, that's like...substance, right?
Angel: Well, there's definitely more to Doyle than meets the eye.
Cordelia: So I've got to kill myself. I swore when I went down this road with Xander Harris, I'd rather be dead than date a fixer-upper again.
Cordelia: Maybe Doyle does have hidden depths. I mean, really *really* hidden. But depths. And I'm gonna have to buy him a mochaccino for saving my life.
Cordelia: I was thinking that maybe I haven't been entirely fair to you. Maybe you don't actually have zero potential.
Doyle: Wow, Cordelia. Thanks.
Cordelia: You two are really married?
Harriet: Were and still, according to the paperwork.
Cordelia: So it was a green card thing?
Harriet: Nope. It was a madly in love, couldn't live without each other kind of thing.
Richard: You left out the part about him being such a handsome fellow.
Angel: I'm not...
Richard: Oh, you are. Really.
Angel: I'm not Doyle. He is.
Richard: Oh, that's more like it.
Harriet: I'm definitely the yin to his yang, but it works. He's got a good heart, Francis, just like you.
Doyle: Yeah, maybe. But the container -- can I get a side of bland to go with that bland?
Doyle: He seems like a nice...friendly...fellow, don't you think?
Angel: Definitely friendly. Only, uh, he seemed a bit...
Doyle: Exactly! I knew he was no good!
Doyle: I can't go trailing after her intended myself. It just wouldn't look right. Angel, you think you would...
Angel: Yeah. Just don't tell Cordelia. She'll want to charge you.
Harriet: Stop!
Angel: He's a demon!
Harriet: Well, yeah!
Doyle: He's a demon? And she's all signed on to be Mrs. Demon? Tell me again how ugly he is.
Doyle: I knew that nice guy routine was just an act. He's working a spell on her. She's gonna sprout hubcaps from her head or something.
Harriet: Richard wanted some time alone with Doyle to ask him to his bachelor party.
Cordelia: Bachelor party? Why? Was he afraid he ordered too much beer?
Uncle John: Let's see. First we greet the man of the hour. Then we drink. Bring out the food. Then drink. Then comes the stripper. Darts. And then we have the ritual eating of the first husband's brains. Then charades.
Brother: Wait. What was that? Charades?
Harriet: Sometimes I felt like I was one of his students.
Cordelia: That's funny. For a moment, I thought you said one of Doyle's students.
Harriet: It wasn't fun being treated like a third grader, believe me.
Cordelia: Grade third taught Doyle?!…Doyle taught third grade?! The kind with children?
Harriet: Yeah.
Cordelia: Are you sure he wasn't just held back and used that as a cover story?
Harriet: Francis got his teaching credentials before we even met at the Food Bank.
Cordelia: Okay, soup kitchen. Now that sounds more like the Doyle I've grown to know and revile…You're about to tell me he ran it, aren't you?
Harriet: He was just a volunteer. That's where he got the idea for the whole We Are the World thing. I'm kidding about that part.
Doyle: Yeah, I take it back!
Richard: Oh. Well. I see. Now I'm not so sure I even want to eat your brains.
Uncle John: Don't be petulant, Richard. You'll eat his brains. You can't take back a blessing. Now apologize to your friend.
Richard: He's right. That was rude. I'd be honored to eat your brains.
Cordelia: Well you shouldn't be trying to eat my friend's brains, you horrible ugly demon people!
Cordelia: Well, someone has to go out there and cheer him up...Oh please. Someone with a heart beat.
Cordelia: Hi Doyle. Are you gonna become loser pining guy, like, full time now? 'Cuz we already have one of those around the office.
Angel: Hey!
Doyle: Hey!
Cordelia: He can get away with it. He's tall, and look at the way clothes hang on him. But you...
Angel: Okay. I think you've cheered us up enough.
Cordelia: You can't live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. Forget it. Tomorrow's another day. Did I mention letting it go?
Doyle: Twice.
Cordelia: You'll get through this Doyle. Nice guys don't always finish last.
Doyle: You think I'm a nice guy?
Okay until next time........sorry I'm having waaaaay to much fun to stop now!!
Maria :star:
