Cordelia: [spins in Angel's chair] Hey, look at me, I'm Angel!
Wesley: He doesn't generally spin that much.
Cordelia: Right. This is Angel.
Cordelia [as Angel]: Oh, no, I can't do anything fun tonight. I have to count my past sins, then alphabetize them. Oh, by the way, I'm thinking of snapping on Friday.

Cordelia: [to Doyle] Let me explain the lore here, okay? They suffer, they fight--that's business as usual. They get groiny with one another--the world as we know it falls apart.

Cordelia: [to Doyle] You're a lot smarter than you look. Of course, you look like a retard.

Cordelia: [to Groosalug] You're in charge now. And you've got a long road ahead. Slavery has ended, but reconstruction has just begun.
Groo: What is this "reconstruction?"
Cordelia: Gunn, you wanna field this?
Gunn: It means, saying people are free, don't make em free. You've got races that hate each other. You got some folks getting work they don't want, others losing the little they had. You're looking at social confusion, economic depression and probably some riots. Good luck.
Cordelia: You'll do fine.
Groo: It worries me...but not as much as- do you have to go, Majesty?
Cordelia: I don't want to. I'm really gonna miss your eyes, and the "Majesty" thing. But I have a job to do back home. It was really fun being your princess. [kisses him]
Crowd: [bowing as Cordelia walks by] Your Majesty.
Wesley: Should people be bowing in a free society?
Cordelia: These things take time.
[A.I come back from Pylea and find Willow sitting at the Hotel with a sad and serious look on her face]

Cordelia: [while Angel and Buffy are fighting a demon in Angel's office, Cordelia and Doyle think that the two are fighting each other] Oh, this is pretty normal. Angel and Buffy talk things out and then they punch things out.

Cordelia: Angel's back. And he has Darla with him!
[Wesley gets up and he and Cordelia walk around the counter to confront Angel and Darla.]
Cordelia: Hi. You're planning on sleeping over?
Darla: I'm dying.
Cordelia: So just for the one night then.
Wesley: Dying?
Darla: He doesn't believe it.
Wesley: Angel, what's going on?
Angel: Wolfram and Hart showed her some medical files supposedly proving that she's only got a few months left to live.
Cordelia: So maybe more than the one night.
Wesley: And you believe it's some kind of trick.
Angel: We're talking about Wolfram and Hart! Of course it's a trick. They're trying to play some kind of mind game.
Wesley: To what end?
Angel: I don't know, but we're not gonna take the bait.
Darla: No, you just don't wanna believe it, that's all.
Angel: I don't wanna believe anything from them.
Wesley: It's true. They can't really be trusted.
Darla: I don't trust them. But I know a thing or two about mind games. [To Angel] So do you. We've played them together for over a century.
Cordelia: Yes, but you were just soulless, blood-sucking demons. They're lawyers.
Angel: [to Darla] She's right. We were amateurs.

Cordelia: Angel, torture her.
Angel: What?
Eve: What?
Cordelia: You heard me. Building's clearing out, means we don't have a lot of time. Have at it.
Angel: I can't just torture her.
Fred: He's right, Cordy. If we sink to their level...
[Harmony races past them and starts attacking Eve]
Angel: Harmony!
Harmony: Is this okay? I mean, I am evil, technically. I don't mind torturing her for the team.
Angel: Yeah. Okay.
[Harmony punches Eve in the face]
Harmony: Come on, you hussy! [backhands Eve across the face] Spill it!

Cordelia: Angel...
Angel: Cordy, just take a message. [To Wesley] So you think this is a setup?
Wesley: We mustn't rule it out.
Cordelia: Angel!
Angel: Cordy, please, I'm talking.
Cordelia: Hi Darla. He can't talk right now. He'll call you back once he's found you. (Angel runs over to Cordelia reaching for the phone) Yeah, bye-bye.
[Angel grabs the phone before she can hang it up.]
Angel: Darla?
Darla: My boy. My darling boy...
Angel: Where are you?
Darla: Better question: Where was I? I don't remember anything. It's a great big nothing. Could it be there's no hell?
Angel: There's a hell. A few of them. I've been to one.

Cordelia: Come on, Harm.
Wesley: Such a fitting nickname.

Cordelia: Feel this you feeling freako! [stabs Barney in the back with a demon horn, draining his life force and killing him]

Cordelia: Gunn's been working hard for us. He should be pulling in a check.
Angel: I'll think about asking him.
Cordelia: No think, pay. That's an order.
Angel: Let's pretend for a minute that you work for me.
Cordelia: Man, you are really unpleasant...
Angel: Okay, then let's pretend you don't.
Cordelia: You can't fire me. I'm vision girl [Sticks her tongue out]
Angel: Okay, I'll ask him. On a job to job basis.
Cordelia: My hero.

Cordelia: Hey, I'm all for being idolized, but what the hell is going on?
Angel: What do you want?
Vampire: To protect the miracle child.
Angel: Protect? Ah, that's good. We're all here for the same thing.
[The guy with the sword that Lilah called earlier suddenly jumps through one of the glass windows above, dressed like a ninja and holding the sword in front of him, screaming 'die!' The miracle child worshipping vampires jump on him en masse, and he goes down with a strangled scream. We hear a crunch and someone gulping down liquid.]
Vampire: As it has been prophesied by our great potentate Ul-thar, we vow our lives to protect this special child.
Angel: [aside to Darla] You hear that? Our kid. Special.
Vampire: Now let us kill the humans so we may use their blood to nourish the mother and her miracle child.
Darla: [smiling] Guess I'm getting dinner after all.

Cordelia: Hitting the pause button- Wolfram & Hart? As in, vampire detectors, crack security system and armed guards? Good plan, General Custer!

Cordelia: I can't get this bandage to - stop moving!
Angel: I'm not.
Cordelia: Well, then stop breathing.
Angel: I don't breathe.
Cordelia: Then stop flexing your manly boob-muscles or whatever.
Wesley: That's an ugly looking wound.
Angel: It doesn't feel pretty either.
Wesley: We should definitely approach this girl with caution - I guess you already figured that out.
Angel: She's very powerful. We got to find out everything we can about her.
Cordelia: Like, oh, say, her name?
Angel: I was impaled at the time!
Cordelia: Of course. Perfectly understandable.
Angel: Do you know how hard it is to think straight with a rebar through your torso?
Cordelia: Actually, I do. Benefits of a Sunnydale education. No address or anything?
Angel: She said she was staying with a friend.
Cordelia: Well, that narrows it down to people with friends. (to Wesley) Where do we keep that list?

Cordelia: I don't even know what you are anymore.
Angel: I'm a vampire. Look it up!