WESLEY: A knife with that mark is the only thing that will kill a Kek demon. Could be very useful.
ANGEL: Especially if Kek demons weren’t extinct.
WESLEY: They are? Oh dear. Well, perhaps there is one out there hibernating, eh? Ready to wake at any moment and embark on a grisly rampage.
ANGEL: I’ll keep my fingers crossed.

CORDELIA: They’re done! Nobody touch.
ANGEL (à Wesley): She’s making brownies.
WESLEY: Oh, is that what I smell? I thought I tracked something in.

WESLEY : Well, they don’t smell right.
CORDY : I think Mr. Too-much-cologne is the pot calling the kettle stinky.

ANGEL: I’ve been around death before a lot! I’ve lost people. I’ve killed people.
CORDY: And you are dead…Sorry.

CORDY : What is this stuff anyway? Kind of pretty!
WESLEY: Uh, it’s the bodily excretion of an Ethros demon.
CORDY: No one could have said  demon poo before I touched it.
 
CORDY: Hi, I’m Cordelia. Sorry about the possession and everything.
SETH: Ah ! Hello.
CORDY: Oh, I wonder if I should put plastic down. Angel, are you expecting any big vomiting here? Because I saw the movie.

CORDY: Jeez, we got it! Circle, angry, kill, kill, kill. Go to church already.

ANGEL: Ah, an authentic Ethros box is made of 600 species of virgin woods and handcrafted by blind Tibetan monks.
CORDY: Nope. Don’t know any.
ANGEL: Melrose and Robertson, between the yogurt shop and the Doggy Dunk.
CORDY: Blind virgin monks?