Cordelia: Okay, we fade up on an aerial shot, downtown, skyscrapers, lights, yada, yada, yada. We hear a narrator, preferable famous - maybe that bald Star Trek guy or one of the cheaper Baldwins, and he says: 'it's a big, bad city out there'. Cut to a woman walking down a dark, spooky street - alone. We'll cast some beautiful, young actress, maybe an up-and-coming starlet whose career is on the verge of taking off. Anyway, she's all nervous, right? Mucho vulnerable. The voice guy says: 'danger lurks around every corner'. Boom! She's attacked by a big, ugly goon, with a knife. She screams: 'help! Is there no one to help me?'Well now there is someone to answer your call. He'll protect you, catch you when you fall! You can count on it. And you can count on me, because I'm the Dark Avenger.
Angel: I'm the what?
Doyle: I don't know what we need evil for when we got you right here.
Cordelia: I heard that!
Doyle: If you need help. Then look no further. Angel Investigations is the best! - Our rats are low.
Cordelia: Our rates!
Doyle: It says 'rats'. - Our rates are low, but our standards are high. When the chips are down, and you're at the end of your rope you need someone that you can count on. And that's what you'll find here - someone that will go all the way, no matter what. So don't lose hope. Come on over to our offices and you'll see that there's still heroes in this world... Is that it? Am I done?
Cordelia: Well, the guy is a bona fide hero, would it kill him to put on some tights and a cape and garner us some free publicity?
Doyle: I don't see Angel putting on some tights... Ah, now I do, and it's really disturbing.
Doyle: Human. You were a real live flesh-and-blood human - and you and Buffy... You had the one thing in your unnaturally long life and you gave it back?!
Angel: Maybe I was wrong?
Doyle: Or maybe Cordelia was right about you being the real deal in the hero department. See, I would have chosen the pleasures of the flesh over duty and honor any day of the week. I just don't have the strength.
Angel: You never know your strength until you're tested.
Cordelia: Angel started the day over knowing he'd remember everything that happened.
Doyle: That's pretty amazing, huh?
Cordelia: Uh, amazing that he didn't check the stock quotes or the lotto numbers.
Cordelia: What ever you saw just now - did they look like they could afford to pay?
Doyle: What are you talking about? Who's coming for you?
Lucas: The Scourge.
Doyle: Who the hell is that?... An army of purblooded demons. They have a big hate-on for us mixed heritage types. Very into pedigree. They hunt us down like animals.
Angel: No one fights back?
Doyle: Sure they do. All the time. You can kill them, but these guys believe in what they're doing. They're ready to die for the cause.
Angel: Hard to fight fanatics.
Doyle: More like impossible.
Cordelia: While this may look like a - popular brand of breath freshener... it's really a cunningly disguised demon repellent!
Cordelia: Bad things are coming aren't they?
Doyle: Very bad things.
Doyle: It's your choice.
Rieff: Right. A choice. Where do I want to be hated? You wouldn't get it. You're passing. My mother was the same way. You can walk down the street. She took me out with her one day. I was so excited. Just out in the neighborhood with all the other kids. Guess what day it was? What day was it?
Doyle: It was Halloween.
Rieff: So that's my choice. I can be hated by humans because their scared of me, or by pure-bloods who want to kill me. It's so easy, it's not much of a choice.
Doyle: Seems to me your family is one place where you know you belong.
Cordelia: Well, it's not exactly the Love Boat, is it?
Commander: You're the one to talk, vampire. Yours is the lowest of all the half-breeds.
Angel: You think I don't know that? You think I don't smell the humanity inside me day and night - polluting me?
Doyle: Please, please don't!
Angel: Shut up!
Commander: A half-breed who murders other half-breeds. Always charming.
Commander: The other day I was asked: 'Why hunt the mongrel? Doesn't its very inferiority guarantee that it poses no threat? Won't it die of it's own innate mortal stupidity?' - Let me tell you, even the smallest of the vermin need be addressed. Half-breeds. Worse. They keep crossbreeding. Forever diluting our precious demon blood with their weak simpering humanity.
Commander: If we allow this to happen, it's as good as giving up the call to evil altogether. It's as good as becoming human ourselves. Well, I say NEVER! I say we will not stop until each and every half-breed is erased and our purity rules this planet!
Doyle: What was that for?
Cordelia: Why didn't you tell me that you were half demon? I thought we agreed that secrets are bad!
Doyle: I wanted to tell you. I was afraid. I thought if I did, you'd reject me.
Cordelia: I've rejected you way before now! So, you're half demon. Big Whoop! I can't believe you'd think I'd care about that. I mean, I work for a vampire! Hello?
Doyle: It's true. I just...
Cordelia: What do you think I am, superficial? - So you're half demon. That's so far down the list, way under 'short' and 'poor'! - Is there anything else I should know?
Doyle: The half demon thing is pretty much my big secret.
Cordelia: Good. That's out. It's done. - Would you ask me out to dinner already?
Commander: You lied to us, half-breed.
Angel: You catch on quick, football-head.
Tiernan: Kill him, painfully.
Tiernan: Welcome to a cleaner world. Soon only pure bloods will be left standing.
Angel: Actually, pure boy, you'll be on your ass.
Cordelia: Angel, that's suicide.
Doyle: There's got to be another way.
Angel: It's all right.
Doyle: The good fight, yeah? - You never know until you've been tested. - I get that now.
* Doyle punches Angel hard on the chin knocking him into the cargo hold. He turns to Cordelia and they kiss. *
Doyle: Too bad we'll never know... if this is a face you could learn to love.