The vampire Angel, cursed with a soul, moves to Los Angeles and aids people with supernatural-related problems while questing for his own redemption.

Angel: Stop calling me pastries!
Allen Doyle: [phone rings, Doyle answers] Angel Investigations. We hope you're helpless.
Fred: [to Wes in a dream] Don't you understand that I'm gone?
Charles Gunn: [referring hockey] You realize this is the whitest sport known to man?
Angel: True. But the games are indoors and they usually play at night.
Charles Gunn: Got you.