CORDY: You wanted to compare skinnies on the current ‘evil happenings’.

WESLEY: And you? How go things on your end of the good fight?
CORDY: I’ve been giving the hard sell to an empty chair. What do you think?

CORDY: And wow! You look half-dead. Which for someone, who’s completely dead, would be… kind of neat?

WESLEY: Where is he? Where is Angel?
CORDY: Not here. What is that?
WESLEY: Just what it looks like.
CORDY: Kind of rude coming into a vampire’s place of business with one of those things, don’t you think? Could be misinterpreted?
WESLEY: You recall earlier this morning that mix-up with the dentists mail and newspaper? That’s when I saw this.
CORDY: Oh, my God! You cut up Dr. Folger’s newspaper? You’re going to get us kicked out of this building.

CORDY: Okay, you get to leave now. You’re not gonna come in here and accuse Angel like this.
WESLEY: Cordelia.
CORDY: No! I don’t care how many files you have on all the horrible things he did back in the powdered wig days! He is good now. And he’s my friend. And nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend!
ANGEL: Cordelia. He’s right.
CORDY à Wesley: You’ll stake him and I’ll cut his head off.
ANGEL: Come no closer!
ANGEL: I’m not going to hurt you.
CORDY: Oh, is that what you told Miss ‘third body found in alley’?

ANGEL: I have no memory of doing any of these things.
CORDY: Not exactly the confidence inspiring denial I was looking for.

CORDY: Like I need instructions from you. My glamorous LA life, I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed. I’ve got to join a union.
ANGEL: Cordelia, I think that’s tight enough.
CORDY: And if it turns out that we’re back on the liquid lunch, better safe than cocktails!

CORDY: Okay. Well, pleasant... ah, I mean, sleep tight.

CORDY: Great news, sport’s fans, there has been another killing. Well, maybe not so great news for the, you know, dead person, but at least now we know that Mr. ‘I’m so tortured’ didn’t do it.

CORDY: Gallagher’s changed his act more often than this dude has in the last two centuries. Why do you think he’s still doing the same old schtick?
WESLEY: Well, I mean, it’s a classic, isn’t it? Every time he smashes that watermelon with a sledgehammer I just...

WESLEY: You’d be locked up faster than Lady Hamilton’s virtue! My apologies.
CORDY: That’s okay. I…I don’t know what that meant.

CORDY: Oh, yeah. More than he knows. But that’s our Angel, dour, sure, but not afraid to get personally involved in his work. And you’re totally pumping me for information, aren’t you?
PENN: Yeah.
CORDY: Oh crap. You’re him. He. The guy. The pupil boy.

ANGEL: Give me a stake.
CORDY: It’s like 8 in the morning. Oh, you mean like, okay.

WESLEY: Nothing on the streets about a new vampire in town.
WESLEY: Which is maybe because he’s here and has me by the throat.