Compiled by Kristina

Angel: What do you remember?
Cordy: I don't know. Numbers. Animals. Flossing.
Angel: But not us.
Cordy: Or me. I don't remember me.
Angel: You're Cordelia Chase. You work here. With us. You've been gone for a while, but you're safe now. It's OK. We-we're friends. We're here to help you.

Angel: Fred and Gunn, they moved everything over from your old apartment after you—You remember that? You wore it when we went to the ballet.
Cordy: The ballet? For real? You and me?
Angel: We all went, but yeah. Pretty special. I thought maybe you'd remember because... It's too bad. We had, uh, a really good time. Working together too.

Cordy: Cordelia. Hi. I'm Cordy. I'm Cordelia Chase. I'm— Just breathe. Just breathe. Sunnydale. OK, popular. No real surprise there. "Cordelia, homeroom was fun. Too bad it burnt to the ground." What? "Hey, how 'bout that giant snake." "Dear Cordelia, thanks for the flaming arrows." Flaming arrows?

Cordy: Wow. How did I—? I am a spy. I get it now. You're all spies. Probably all Russian. And you've brainwashed me, and want me to believe we're friends so I'll spill the beans about some nano-techno-thingy that you want.
Gunn: So... I look Russian to you?
Cordy: Black Russian.
Angel: That's a drink.
Cordy: Says the head spy.
Angel: Nobody here is a spy. Those two guys are lawyers—weird as that may seem—from Wolfram and Hart.

Cordy: That's... everything? It all makes perfect sense now. I was a cheerleader, a princess and a warrior. And I have visions and super powers and I'm the target of an evil law firm because I've spent the last three months living on a higher plane, fighting for the forces of good, who wage a battle against demons and evilies and squishy bug babies, 'cause all that stuff's real and that's the world I live in. And I think I know why I don't remember any of this 'cause, hey— who'd want to!

Cordy: You keep telling me I was a higher being. Don't make me turn you into a rat.

Fred: How 'bout a sandwich. Let's go to the kitchen.
Gunn: We have cookies.
Cordy: I don't want a sandwich. I don't want cookies. I wanna talk to Angel, sans sidekicks.
Gunn: I am not a sidekick.

Angel: If it's that bad, I need to know.
Lorne: It's that bad. G'night.
Angel: I need details.
Lorne: I got none. Just a splitting migraine, a tummy full of rattlesnakes, and a strong suspicion I'm gonna lose my lunch again if I don't start drinking myself silly.
Angel: C'mon, Lorne. You gotta give me something.
Lorne: Do the words "slouching towards Bethlehem" ring a bell? Or how about despair, torment, terror? And I'm not referring to little missy's choice of song, either, although that was horrifying in its own right. What I saw was jumbled. It was pieces, flashes. It was enough to make my skin crawl away and scamper under the bed. Evil's coming, Angel, and it's planning on staying.

Lilah: You faker. That's what you said when he was sleeping with the fishes. We both know how that played out.
Wes: That was different. So Angel knows about our relationship. Big deal.
Lilah: A dollar. You owe me a dollar.
Wes: Oh, damn!
Lilah: You called this a relationship. You lost the bet. You said it first.

Fred: Have you been caffeinating your blood again, or is there something you're not telling us?

Gunn: Well, how horrible is this thing?
Lorne: Well, I haven't read the Book of Revelations lately, but if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there.
Fred: Was that all you saw?
Lorne: That was the tip of the 'berg, pumpkin nut. What I got from Cordy was dense. A big, fat, tummy-clinching onion from hell. The more layers you peel, the more you cry. Or vomit, in this case. But I tell ya, this is one itch daddy's done a-scratching.

Cordy: This is home? If you're Angel's son, why don't you live with him?
Connor: They didn't tell you? I sunk him to the bottom of the ocean... to punish him.
Cordy: You're serious.
Connor: I tried to kill you too. I was new to this world. Didn't understand. Put a knife to your throat. Sorry.

Cordy: I'm trying to remember little things. Do I have brothers and sisters? What's my favorite food? Who was my first kiss? There's nothing there. Just an empty... Do you know how lonely that makes me feel?
Connor: You like shoes. And donuts. And you're very brave.

Cordy: I have this horrible feeling that something bad is going to happen. Or maybe has happened. And I can't remember it. And I don't know what to do—or who to trust—except you. I don't know why, but I trust you. Why do I get the feeling that you've lost everything too?
Connor: I had nothing to lose.

Gunn: That's right, monkey boys. Don't mess with the big dog! It's better than sidekick.

Fred: She's confused is all. Give her time. She'll see the truth: who the real champion is.
Gunn: Damn straight! If Team Angel hadn't shown up with a little clobbering time, Wolfram and Hart would've nabbed her and probably—

Wes: What's that supposed to do? Lull me into trusting you again?
Lilah: If I'd thought you'd ever trust me, I would've never played you like that.
Wes: It's never simple, is it?