On voit Cordélia sur scène, surjouant,

CORDY: One day, I might, yes, many years from now… when I’ve lost my looks a little. Do not laugh.

WESLEY: Only another hour.

CORDY: I mean, of course a time will come when Torvald is not… is not … Line!
SOUFFLEUR: …is not as devoted to me.

WESLEY: Perhaps two.

CORDY: What?
SOUFFLEUR: …is not as devoted to me
CORDY : Right, right. When Torvald is not as devoted to me.

ANGEL: And I thought I knew eternity.

CORDY: Angel, was I good?
ANGEL: I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think so.
CORDY: Thanks. You didn’t say it.
ANGEL: I didn’t?

CORDY: What are you talking about? First off, Rebecca Lowell hasn’t had a series since ‘On Your Own’ was canceled, and that was almost a season and a half ago!
WESLEY: And they say there are no seasons in Los Angeles.

CORDY: No! He can fight off Donkey-Demons, who rip peoples…guts out, but he can’t help one defenseless actress from a psycho? What is your thing?
WESLEY: He likes her. He’s afraid of getting close.
CORDY: Cause of his curse? You’d have to get awfully close to her for that to kick in. And in the mean time you could be helping me.

CORDY : Because Mr. Distance has intimacy issues, I lose my brush with fame!

REBECCA: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman, they’re vampires.
ANGEL: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed but...

WESLEY: You’re worried about the curse. I wouldn’t be.
CORDY: Hey, you weren’t around the last time Angel went mental. I, on the other hand, was on the first wave of the clean-up crew. He knows perfect happiness, he goes evil. So don’t tell me not to worry.
WESLEY: Angel’s moment of true happiness occurred because he was with Buffy. You realize how rare that is true happiness? And what are the odds he’s find that with an actress.
CORDY: What’s that supposed to mean?
WESLEY: I was …I meant TV-actress.

ANGEL: Cordelia,  you’re here  and you brought a cross.
CORDY: Along with three double half-caf, non-fat, skinny lattes.
ANGEL: And a cross.
CORDY: Well, judging by the outfit, I guess it’s safe to come in. Evil Angel never would have worn those pants.

ANGEL: No, I told her that I was a vampire, and that daytime patio dining was out.
CORDY: Did you just make a joke?
ANGEL: I really told her.
CORDY: Wow. So do you think she’d still set me up with her manager?

REBECCA: According to those, I’ve slept with Ernest Borgnine, and I’m bulimic.
ANGEL: I hear Borgnine is a very skilled lover.

CORDY: I think I may have done something terrible.  I went shopping with Rebecca.”
Wesley: And that was terrible.
CORDY: Huh? No! That was fantastic! You know they close of stores for her? Oh, and lunch at Mirabelle’s. I had the most to-die-for veal filet with a light truffle marinade, and...
WESLEY: Cordelia.
CORDY: Sorry. Anyway the whole time Rebecca is real gabby, asking questions about Angel.
WESLEY: Well, what sort of questions?
CORDY: Oh, you know, where does Angel hail from, what’s his favorite color, what kind of after-shave he wears, the exact specific details on how someone could make themselves into a vampire.
WESLEY: Surely you don’t think...
CORDY: What? That she’d try to maneuver Angel into an exchange of bodily fluids in order to make herself eternally young and beautiful, thus saving her failing career? Gee, now that you mention it.

WESLEY: What did you give him?
REBECCA: Does it matter?
CORDY: Well, if he’s all homicidal, I’m thinking YEAH!

ANGEL: Rebecca, is she...
CORDY: Gone. Oh, and no, she won’t be keeping you on retainer as her bodyguard. I think it was the trying to murder her that lost you the gig.

CORDY: Oh, yes, you did. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to weasel out of it. Angelus may not be the most relaxing company, but at least he’s honest. Shouldn’t I expect the same from the not-evil version of my friends?
ANGEL: So we’re okay then?
CORDY: I’m too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.
ANGEL: I appreciate that. You’re not going to untie me, are you?
CORDY: Pfft!
ANGEL: Wesley? Cordelia? Guys?