CORDY : Ah ! You must be all worn out from sleeping for the last three days. It's like living with the world's oldest teenager. He can't be having a growth spurt at two hundred and forty-eight, could he ?
ANGEL : Two hundred and forty-seven.

CORDY (à Wesley) : According to my figures, if we are frugal and garner some paying clientele soon, we're financially sound through last Wednesday.

CORDY : What if every time you identified the demon in one of your big old books, we gave you ten bucks or a chicken pot pie.

CORDY : If I sit,  I throw up in my head.

GUNN : My uncle Theo always said never buy a dull plow and never get in the middle of a religious war.
CORDY : You really have an Uncle Theo ?
GUNN : No, but it's still good advice.

ANGEL : I did. And I saw her. I'm not crazy !
WESLEY : Where ?
ANGEL : Right between the clowns the big, talking hot dog.

CORDY : Right, guilt. Who loves guilt like you love guilt ? You know what you need ? You need to go to work. We just got an exciting new case : could be aliens could be adultery. It's a corker !

CORDY : That was really fun, the humiliation, running from the hotel security staff - and the nifty little outfit, which seemed to tell so many conventioneers "pet me, I'm a whore."

WESLEY : You're among friends, we're not going to condemn you.
CORDY : Right. You're crazy, you need professional help.

WESLEY : Angel, you can't just  sniff a person and know...
ANGEL : You had sex last night, with a bleached blonde.
WESLEY : Good Lord, how'd you…?
CORDY : That's unbelievable. I didn't think you ever had sex.

CORDY : Maybe she was a vampire cat with nine lives or something.

CORDY : Imagine Bonnie and Clyde if they'd had a hundred and fifty years to get it right.