C/A spice: Mild/Medium
Cordy: He barely says good morning and get me a glass of blood anymore...
Cordy: Don't say Darla. I am sick and tired of hearing about Darla. If I hear the name Darla one more time... And he's not distraught, he's obsessed!
Angel's gotten more and more melancholy, his mind being occupied by Darla. Cordy is pretty concerned and annoyed with his behavior. Angel is drifting further and further away from her and the rest of the team. Plus, a little envious of Darla's attention maybe?
Angel is doing his laundry and taking up a "domestic tack" as Wesley put it. But Cordy knows him well enough not to be convinced.
Cordy: Yeah, you seem all calm and homey -- are you on drugs?
Angel: Guys, I know I've caused you both a lot of grief with this whole Darla situation. And I apologize. Took me a hundred years before I ever decided to do anything about my own situation. Darla may never want help. All I can do is be there for her if and when she comes around. But I can't do it for her. I know that now.
Wes turns to Cordy: We had tea.
Angel: In the meantime there's nothing I can do but let go.
The front door bursts open and Gunn charges in.
Gunn: I found Darla! And it wasn't easy. But you said keep looking' and my wide-ranging knowledge of L.A.'s low rent motels finally paid off.
Cordy: You lied to us!
"Listen up, Mister, if you expect us to go with you on some wild goose chase -- then guess again. We're not going to enable you in your addiction!
I just wanted to point out she used the term "mister" with Angel. In a scolding way...
Cordy: ...and he has Darla with him. Hi. You, uh, planning on sleeping over?
Darla: I'm dying.
Cordy: So just for the one night, then?
Cordy is more than neededly hostile to Darla. Did anyone else notice how Cordy said "sleeping over"? And... was it just me, or did she sound relieved when she said "just for the one night"? Later, when Angel says that Darla only has a few months to live, Cordy's response was: "Oh. So maybe more than the one night." She keeps thinking about the sleeping over part...
Angel has just brought Darla in the hotel and he's left.
Cordy: Okay, first up - You're our prisoner.
Wes: I would have to concur with that, yes.
Cordy: See, you've got our friend all in knots.
Wes: Can't say we like you much.
Cordy: So, sorry about the dying, but if you try to escape, we will hit you.
Wes: On the head.
Cordy: With very large and heavy objects, 'kay?
Hitting Darla in the head with large and heavy objects? *Nobody* messes with Cordy's boss.
Cordy: Yes, but you were just soulless bloodsucking demons. They're lawyers.
Angel: She's right. We were amateurs.
Cordy: I mean, not only is she putting his life at stake, no pun intended, but ours. I'm sorry, but after four hundred years of death and destruction, seems to me you get voted off the island, am I right?