Season One
Lonely Hearts
You just looked bad. I mean, you don't look bad, you look very nice. I think
I'm just going to have my drink.
I prefer those cool bars that are hard to get in to, but I can't get into
them.
I gave up on the Knight in Shining Armor concept a while ago. Anyway, I don't
really expect to find them here at the International House of Poseurs.
Kate: How else are you gonna meet somebody out side of work. It's either this
or sit at home alone in the dark.
Angel: Wouldn't want that.
Kate: So, um, what do you do?
Angel: Do?
Kate: For a living?
Angel: I, uh, well basically I'm... I help.... I'm a veterinarian.
Kate: Way to come off like a drunken slut. Slut's better than a hypocrite,
right? I'm moving up?
Angel: You're kind of hard on yourself.
Kate: Well, I'm a self-flagellating hypocrite slut. What was the question?
Angel: I'm just asking you not to go in there.
Kate: Where are you going?
Angel: In there.
Kate: Well, I'll tell you what. I can go wherever I want, and you can go to
Hell.
Angel: Been there. Done that.
Kate: You're telling me you're an investigator?
Angel: More or less.
Kate: Where's your license?
Angel: That's the less part.
Angel: Meet me at the bar at 7.
Kate: Sure, that's actually on my To Do list this week, "Walk into serial
killer's trap."
Who are you?
Angel: If you ever need me, or if I can help you in any way...
Kate: What is this, a lobster?
I Fall To Pieces
So, judging by your uncomfortableness I would say you're either about to ask
me out on a date or you need a favor.
Kate: Wolfram & Hart, you know the name?
Angel: I've heard it.
Kate: They're the law firm Johnny Cochran is too ethical to join.
This guy could go to jail tomorrow, Angel, and still kill her in her dreams
every night. I've put a few of these creeps away, and the hardest part is
knowing that he's still winning. She's still afraid. He took this girl's power
away, and nobody can get it back for her but her.
Kate: Who is this guy, Houdini?
Angel: Something like that.
Sense and Sensibility
Sorry. I guess I have trouble expressing myself verbally. It's something I
struggle with.
Kate: Supervisor Caffrey shot himself?
Criminal: It happens.
Kate: In the back of the head? Wrapped himself in plastic? And he locked himself
in the trunk of his car?
Criminal: He'd been depressed.
Kate: Which part of 'just get out of there' gave you the trouble?
Angel: I had to do something, I mean, he was getting away.
Kate: So, you decided to dress like a road flare and put my ass and yours
on the line?
Little Tony: I want my phone call.
Kate: Need to cancel your suite in Yerevan? Think you can still get your deposit
back?
Little Tony: If I'd known how bad you wanted me, I mighta let you catch me
sooner.
Kate: If I'd known how much you needed the exercise, I might've let you run
a little longer.
Aw, is he afraid to stay with us? Do you need a night light?
Lawyer: I want her verbal abuse entered in the records.
Kate: T'oh!
Lawyer: That "T'oh!", too.
Angel: I think Papasian's taken a contract out on you.
Kate: Wow, he's really acting out isn't he?
Angel: Well, yeah. He wants you dead.
Kate: I get that. I'm just saying he must be in some kind of pain to have
to strike out at others in that way.
Angel: Are you okay?
Listen to me. Suddenly I'm Dr. Laura.
Kate: Boy, I'm scared. And excited. And consumed with dread. I'm glad you're
here.
Angel: I doubt even one of Little Tony's hired guns will try something in
a room full of cops.
Kate: What? Oh you mean that death threat hanging overhead. No, I meant speaking
in public.
Angel: What's that old saw? Picture your audience in their underwear?
Kate: [looks him up and down] Way ahead of you.
Kate: You have the most intense eyes. I see such an old soul.
Doyle: He gets that a lot, you know.
Someone's got a crush!
Kate: Look at Doyle. Really look at him. What do you really see?
Cordelia: A bad double polyblend?
Kate: That's defense, Cordelia. Maybe you should try to open your heart to
a new possibility.
Doyle: Why don't we all just...
Kate: Help each other?!
Doyle: Right, by staying here together.
Kate: Well we could do that, but see I have this...
Cordelia: Personal problem you're gonna share 'til dawn?
Kate: ...gun. And I don't want to come off as insensitive, but if either one
of you try to stop me I'll have to blow you the crap away.
Kate: I am not a bitch! I'm just protected.
Little Tony: No one's protecting you now.
Little Tony: Oh, I've been wanting to see you again.
Kate: I'm sure he'd say the same thing, but that gun really makes you come
off as hostile.
Angel: That and the body language. It's so closed.
Kate: Yeah!
Kate: You!
Angel: No, you!
Angel: It's so sad, isn't it?
Kate: Some people just really need to live in the problem.
Somnambulist
Angel, are you okay? I mean, not that the Brooding Man of Mystery thing isn't
working for you.
Angel: Hi. Can I come in?
Kate: Oh, that's right. You have to be invited in, don't you?
Angel: You been doing your homework.
Kate: You wanna quiz me? I'm just full of fun facts.
Angel: Let me help end it, please.
Kate: Please. Now there's a word I imagine you heard quite a lot in your time.
Angel: You missed.
Kate: No. I didn't.
The Prodigal
[seeing dead demon body] Well, I guess I can forget about reading him his
rights.
Kate: So they...so they die then.
Angel: Yeah.
Kate: Sorry, I guess I'm still having a little trouble with this "otherworldy"
stuff.
Angel: Right...although demon's aren't technically otherworldly. I mean, in
fact, they were here [Kate walks away] ...first.
Should I call the coroner or hazardous materials?
Kate: You've been sitting in your apartment listening to that police scanner,
haven't you?
Trevor: Nothing on cable anyway.
Kate: No, you don't get to do that.
Angel: What?
Kate: Kill a demon in front of me and then act like we're gonna have a cappuccino
together. It doesn't work that way.
Angel: How does it work?
Kate: I'm not convinced it does.
No offense. I think you're probably a pretty decent guy for a...you know,
what you are. But let's keep this strictly business.
Angel: It's about that demon from this morning...
Kate: If you insist on talking about this stuff, could you please not say
that word? It makes me... It makes me, I don't know, just uncomfortable. Just
say... Evil Thing, okay?
Angel: It's just that the ... uh... Evil Thing -- turns out that it wasn't
an evil Thing.
Kate: The Evil Thing wasn't an evil Thing?
Angel: Well, it was an Evil Thing, in terms of that word. It just wasn't an
evil Evil Thing.
Kate: There are not-evil Evil Things?
Angel: Well, yeah.
Angel: I think that the demon...I think the *train* may have been targeted
for a reason.
Kate: An Evil Thing needs a reason?
Angel, there's nothing here. Your not evil Evil Thing was just evil, okay?
Trevor: Kind of a Mexican name, isn't it? Angel?
Trevor: What's wrong with him?
Kate: Nothing.
Trevor: Must be something wrong with him. He married?
Kate: No.
Trevor: West Hollywood?
Kate: Daddy, no! Angel's just not my type. Or I'm not his type. There's definitely
a type involved, and it's the wrong one.
Trevor: He made an impression.
Kate: You like him?
Trevor: No, not really.
Angel: Kate, I know that what happened with your father...
Kate: My father was human. And you don't know anything about that.
Sanctuary
Kendrick: Kate. What are you doing here?
Kate: I'm a detective, Kendrick. See? I'm detecting.
Kendrick: This girl supposedly has supernatural powers.
Kate: Really.
Kendrick: Come on, Kate. Everybody knows you've gone all Scully. Anytime one
of these weird cases crosses anyone's desk, you're always there. What's goin'
on with you?
Kate: Scully's the skeptic.
Kendrick: Huh?
Kate: Mulder's the believer; Scully's the skeptic.
Kendrick: Scully's the chick, right?
Lindsey: While it is true we do differ on a great many issues, we do have
one thing in common.
Kate: Uh, our bodies are both 80 percent water?
I think you're gonna like the cell we have for you, Angel. It faces east.
Give you a great view of the sunrise in about four hours.
Buffy: You know what he is?
Kate: Who are you?
Angel: She's nobody.