CORDELIA: Oh, I miss that smell !
WESLEY: Camembert, I believe.
CORDELIA: What? No ! Money. I like the smell of a little money once in a while.
ANGEL: She's not just saying that. Hide some in the office sometime to watch her. It's uncanny.

DAVID : Well, I…I've always said that I would make a billion dollars in the Software market and, uh, learn to talk to girls. Still working on step two.

NABBIT: Are you familiar with Dungeons and Dragons ?
ANGEL: Yeah. I've seen a few.
WESLEY: You mean the  role playing game.
ANGEL: Oh ! Game. Right.

CORDELIA: Did someone find out you were a big nerd?
NABBIT: No that's, that's actually public record.

LENNY: What do you want ?
ANGEL: Big question. What do I want?  Love, family, a place on this planet I can call my own.

WESLEY: Good Lord. I think there must be some mistake.
CORDY: I'm sure Mr. Nabbit knows how to write a check.

CORDY: I like David. It's such a strong, masculine name. It just feels  good in your mouth.
WESLEY: Feels good in your mouth?
CORDY: I was flustered!

WESLEY :  Oh my.
ANGEL: It's upside down.
WESLEY: Certainly not something one would want framed.
CORDY: How does it feel ?
WESLEY: I can't possibly imagine it's pleasant.
CORDY: I'm talking to Angel.

CORDY : You look like...
ANGEL : Like I've been beaten and stabbed ?
CORDY : Want to see the check again ?

CORDY: Trying to open that ? They locked you in, huh ?
ANGEL: No. I just love old meat lockers.
WESLEY: You should've tried to call us on your cell phone. You probably forgot you had it.
ANGEL: These things hardly ever work. Besides it was a lot easier and quicker to just Look, I'm the boss here, I say when we use the cell phones and people are gonna die and I have to go.

CORDY : And I think, prespectively speaking, I might want to  prostitute myself to billionaire David Nabbit.
WESLEY: Cordelia.
CORDY: What I mean is  he's a nice guy who wants companionship. I could use some security. So when I say 'prostitute' what I mean is..
WESLEY: Prostitute.
CORDY: For instance.