Subtlety >> Darla

C/A spice: Medium/Strong


Cordy thinks of the most inventive ways to help Angel, including some cut lines.

Cordy: ...And my sister's living in unit 319.

Angel: You don't have a sister.

Cordy: Sure I do. My older, like way older, like four hundred years older, blonde sister, Darla. No last name. I'm desperately trying to find her because Mom and Dad are in the coma. Sue, the property manager, was very helpful. She even cried.

Angel: Wait a minute -- they're both in the coma?

Cordy: Oh, and what luck. Our long lost brother who was born with just the one hand, yet still harbors dreams of being a concert pianist, has apparently been seeing a lot of sis.


Angel: Let's go.


Wesley suggest that he and Gunn go do recon there instead of Angel.

Cordy: Probably a good idea since it's one o'clock in the afternoon and that address is in Sun Valley.

Angel reacts to that.

Angel: Right. Sun.

Cordy: Actually, I was thinking "Valley." I mean, why go there if you don't have to?

Angel reacts to THAT.

Haha. LOL.


The phone bit? Angel and Cordy sound like an old married couple.

Cordy: (re: phone) Angel?

Angel: Take a message. (then, to Wes) You think this is a set up?

Wes: You mustn't rule it out.

Cordy: Angel?

Angel: Cordy, just take a message?

Cordy: (into phone) Hi, Darla? He can't talk to you right now. He'll call you back once he's found you. Okay, buh-bye --

Angel lunges for the phone.


Cordy and Angel are shoulder to shoulder when watching the tape. It's cute.


"You not alone." Cordy says to Angel. This catches him a bit off guard, and they hold each other's eyes and share the most affectionate look! *That* was priceless. This moment totally ups the C/A spice scale.


"Around here it's Angel. Just Angel, ok?" Cordy says to Darla. Aww. She wants Angel to be himself, the Angel she's come to know and love.


Extra Quotage

Cordy: And this would be the same woman you didn't actually notice was in your bedroom every night for like three weeks straight?
Angel: That was different.
Cordy: Different in the sitting-right-on-top- of-you sense, yeah.

Angel: Come on, guys. We're a detective agency. We investigate things. That's what we're good at.
Cordelia: No. That's what we suck at. Let's face it, unless there's a website called 'www dot oh by the way, we've got Darla stashed here dot com,' we're pretty much out of luck.

Cordelia: Well, before he said he could smell her. (to Angel) How 'bout we cruise around with the top down and you take big whiffs?


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