LORNE : Uh, 'Send In the Clowns' and 'Tears of a Clown' both in one night. What a treat.
ANGEL: Well, I was sort of going for a, you know, medley kind of thing.
LORNE: Yeah, yeah. Well, more of a duo-dley, really, wasn't it ?

LORNE : Question is "what happens to it now ?"
ANGEL: It ?
LORNE: Your heart, you big softie.

WESLEY: Buck up. It's just a little dust.
CORDY: This isn't mere dust. This is 'son of dust.' This is the kind of dust that spawns countless generations of little baby dust. I give up.
WESLEY: Very well. We'll just move our offices back to your living room.
CORDY: And I'm dusting.

GUNN: Where's Angel ?
CORDY: I believe the word is 'hello ?'
GUNN : Yeah ? Because I thought 'where is Angel ?' summed it up.

CORDY: He's still sleeping.
GUNN: Sleeping ? It's 3:30 in the afternoon. I've been up since dawn !
CORDY(à Wesley) : Sort of missing the whole 'creature of the night' angle, isn't he ?

GUNN : So could one of you go in there and knock on his coffin?
CORDY: He doesn't use a coffin. And maybe you've never heard the expression 'let sleeping vampires lie?'

CORDY : Maybe we can help ?
GUNN: You two ? I find Deevak I'm gonna need more than C3po and stick figure Barbie backing me up. No offence.
WESLEY: Very little taken.

DAVID : Ah ! I stand ready to fight the good fight, sir ! What do you need ?
ANGEL : Financial advice.

CORDY: Is anybody else getting warm ? Do that 'tax breaks,' FHA and PMI part again.

CORDY: Oh ! Grease stains ! All over my new outfit. Okay, so maybe my pain isn't physical, but do you have any idea of the dry cleaning bill I'm looking at ?

GUNN: I haven't bothered to see a movie since Denzel was robbed at the Oscars for Malcom X.
WESLEY: That was quite a performance.
CORDY: I know ! Talk about being wound up to tight.
WESLEY: No. I mean Denzel.
CORDY: Oh ! Well, he is always great.
WESLEY(à Angel) : What about you ?
ANGEL: Who doesn't love Denzel ?
WESLEY: No ! I mean  what you said before.

JOEY : I think you cracked my skull.
CORDY : Well, that's new, right ?

WESLEY: Angel, it's me !
ANGEL: What are you doing here ?
WESLEY: Gunn's in trouble. Can't breathe.
ANGEL: Gunn can't breathe ?
WESLEY: I can't breathe.
ANGEL: Oh ! Sorry.

CORDY: What are the chances that a vampire has full insurance with a low deductible?

CORDY: Oh ! I forgot. You'll use your famous charm. Like you did this afternoon with that pigeon stool.
GUNN: It's stool pigeon.

CORDY: Paging Mr. Rationalization !
GUNN: Paging Ms. About-to-be-thrown-out-of-a-moving-vehicle.

GUNN : With some weak-ass lady-smith battle axe ?
CORDY : Ask Joey and his cracked skull just how weak-ass it is. Besides, I've also got this ! (sort une bombe lacrymogène) Mace !
GUNN: Mace ?
CORDY: Little squirt, squirt, right in the eye?
GUNN: You're expecting me to be jumped by a couple of purse-snatching demons ?

CORDY : And besides I don't need you to tell me how to behave at a party. Trust me, I know how to blend !
CORDY(elle entre): Okay, not exactly blending. Maybe I just shut up and stick close to you.

CORDY : I'm a working girl. -That came out wrong. I mean, obviously I'm not a "working girl." Not that I couldn't be if I wanted to, of course I could.  God that sounded stuck up, didn't it ? I didn't mean to imply that I could be a working girl and you couldn't. Far from it. You'd make a great... Could you just point me to the hors d'oeuvers?

CORDY: There is a god ! Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you !
GUNN: Great. You drive it out of here I follow you home.
CORDY: Just as soon as I find the keys.
GUNN: You don't have the keys ?
CORDY: Well, I kind of left them in the car when I went in to save you. I thought you were in danger. Every second counted.
GUNN: You know, I got to tell you, you are one high-maintenance chick.
CORDY: The keys are here… somewhere.
GUNN: You are killing me !