Doyle:''No, no, no, no, no. Angel man, how could you?"
Angel: "How what?"
Doyle: "Man, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her down, too. But no, handsome, brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?"
Angel: "Cordelia stayed over because something's wrong with her place. I was on the sofa."
Doyle looks over at the sofa: "Oh.That's okay, I suppose.'