Angel, Season 1

Kate:
Boy, I'm scared. And excited. And consumed with dread. And glad you're here.

Angel:
I doubt even one of Little Tony's hired guns would try something in a roomful of cops.

Kate:
What? Oh, that death-threat hanging overhead. No, I meant speaking in public. [starts across room toward her father]

Angel:
What's that old saw? Picture your audience in their underwear?

Kate:
[distractedly looks Angel up and down] Way ahead of you. [Angel catches up just as Kate stops in front of her father and kisses his cheek.] Happy retirement, Daddy.

Trevor:
Who's this?

Kate:
This is Angel, he's a friend. Angel, this is my father.

Angel:
Hello, Mr. Lockley. [they shake] Congratulations.

Trevor:
For what? All I did was live this long and not get shot.

Kate:
Why do you do that?

Trevor:
Do what?

Kate:
Pretend important things don't matter.

Trevor:
[eyes on Kate] So. Angel. [looks at Angel] How long you been seeing Katie?

Angel:
We're, ahh, we're pretty new friends.

Trevor:
Well, good to see her out with a man. I was starting to wonder if she didn't lean in another direction altogether.