Cordelia: I know Angel's been working day and night to help people fight their personal demons, but I need a raise.
Doyle: A raise? You've been working for him for, what, like, twenty minutes?
Cordelia: A month. And I have needs.
Doyle: Needs.
Cordelia: A person, needs certain... designer... things.

Cordelia: I know you don't want to talk about it but you don't mess with dark magics and expect to just walk away like it doesn't matter.
Angel: Doesn't matter. It was a waste of time.
Cordelia: Still, I should probably know what kind of spell it was. You know there's almost always some cosmic price to using primordial powers. There could be repercussions. And you know the one person who might be able to help us with that isn't around any more.
[Angel gives her a stare.]
Cordelia: Not going there. Just saying..
[Angel walks away.]
Cordelia: You can run away and avoid talking about this but you know as well as I do: stuff we do in the past usually comes back to bite us in our respective assi and what you did...
Angel: Okay, so maybe I wasn't thinking too clearly. I mean I was drunk for awhile there, drunk in my own son's blood, slipped into my food by the good folks at Wolfram and Hart. And my head was little clouded with rage over a trusted friend stealing my child from me.. Damn it Cordelia, you got me talking about this.

Cordelia: I want something. Hypo-something. Hypothermia?
Nev: [to phone] Josh, lets get a large tub of ice water to Miss Chase's dressing room, pronto.
Cordelia: [to herself] No, that's not it.
Nev: Cancelling ice water.
Cordelia: Hyper... hyperbaric?
Nev: Josh, make it an oxygen tent.
Cordelia: [to herself] No, that's not it either.
Nev: Canceling tent.
Cordelia: [spins to Nev] Hyperion! That's it!
Nev: The hotel.
Cordelia: Yes. I wanna go there.

Cordelia: I want to know what it says about me, if there's torrid romance in my future, massive wealth, if I have to I'll settle for enviable fame.
Wesley: It's an ancient sacred text, not a Magic Eight Ball.
Cordelia: Nobody gets my humor.
Angel: I thought it was funny.
Cordelia: Oh.

Cordelia: I'm an actress, a student of the human animal. I don't need to talk to people to know their story. [scans and points] Jazz-hands over there? Mama's boy. Peter Pan complex. [points again] Self-absorbed closet-deb, with a big 'the world owes me' chip on her shoulder. [points at Sharon leading Kevin up the stairs] And check out 'Sarah, Plain and Tall.' Has, or comes from, big money.
Doyle: How do you know all that?
Cordelia: Well, you've got to be rich to snag the Calvin Klein model she's leaving with.
Doyle: Yeah, well, they're all riveting insights and such, but we need to find someone that's in trouble?

Cordelia: I'm just glad that everyone's safe and together again.
Angel: Me too. Now take your new boyfriend and get the hell out of here.
Cordelia: (whispers) Oh God!

Cordelia: I'm right as rain.
Fred: I never understood that saying-right as rain. How is rain right? Or wrong for that matter? Okay, I suppose if there's a flood it's wrong, and speaking of floods, or just being overwhelmed, what's it like to have a vision?
Cordelia: Wow. Y'know, next to you, I am downright linear.

Cordelia: Is this...? This is a Mall.
Skip: We just figured you'd be more comfortable here.
Cordelia: We?
Skip: The Powers That Be.
Cordelia: The Powers That Be popped me out of my body and sent me to a Mall?
Skip: Actually, this is more a construct of a Mall. You know, like in "The Matrix".
Cordelia: You've seen "The Matrix"?
Skip: Oh, love that flick. When Trinity is all 'dodge this' and the agent just crumples to the [Cordelia sighs] and I'm not really instilling any awe anymore, am I?

Cordelia: Lemme break it down for you, Fred.
Cordy [as Buffy]: Oh, Angel, I know that I am a Slayer, and you're a vampire and it would be impossible for us to be together, but--
Wesley [as Angel]: But... my gypsy curse sometimes prevents me from seeing the truth. Oh, Buffy...
Cordy [as Buffy]: Yes, Angel?
Wesley [as Angel]: I love you so much, I almost forgot to brood.
Cordy [as Buffy]: And just because I sent you to Hell that one time doesn't mean that we can't just be friends.
Wesley [as Angel]: Or possibly more?
Cordy [as Buffy]: Gasp! No! We mustn't!
Wesley [as Angel]: Kiss me!
Cordy [as Buffy]: Bite me!
Angel: [entering] How 'bout you both bite me?
Fred: You're back!
Gunn: How'd it go?
Angel: I think those two pretty much summed it up.

Cordelia: Look, this is really urgent. I know Lorne pays you to cast this spell. What will it take for you to lift it?
Transuding Sisters: (in sequence) This is not a debt you can pay.
Cordelia: (insulted) You don't know that. My credit has been very good this last year.
Transuding Sisters: (in sequence) Only Angel is equipped to make good on this debt.
Cordelia: Angel. (makes raspberry noise) I don't know. You know, for a guy who's a couple of centuries old, not very big with the wise investing. (pause, then understanding) And when you say "equipped", that isn't what you mean, is it?
Transuding Sisters: (together) Mmmm...Angel.
Cordelia: Got it. And eww.

Cordelia: Maybe it's time to visit your stoolie. Make with the chin music until he canaries. I've been watching a little noir festival on Bravo.

Cordelia: Off with their heads!...kidding!

Cordelia: Oh my god? You can hear me? I so love you.

Cordelia: OK, let's...
[She notices the look of shock on everyone's face.]
Cordelia: What?
Fred: Angel's soul. It's gone.

Cordelia: Pay attention! All you have to do is decide what the code will be.
Angel: Code.
Cordelia: For the security system we just had installed. [waves instruction booklet] Hello? What have we been talking about, anyway?
Angel: I don't...
Cordelia: Come on. The installation guy said it should be something easy to remember, like my birthday.
Angel: I don't know your birthday.
Cordelia: Yeah, tell me something you don't know that I don't know. But after eleven and a half months of punching it in to this, you won't have any excuses.