Compiled by Kristina

Gavin: You *think?* Who told you, you could *think?* You know, why don't you try *listening* once in a while instead of constantly flapping that fat mouth of yours?

Cordy: Men-folk not always around to protect the women-folk, you know? - Besides, what if it turned out you were the guy I had to fight? Could happen.

Cordy: No need, I got it. Three years of Varsity Cheer Squad, I only ever had to be shown a move once.
Angel: You know, Cordelia, handling a lethal weapon is a little different from shaking a pom-pom.
Cordy: Ready! O-kay!
Angel: Easy - Ha, ha - Go team.

Gunn: Dead! So dead! So very, very dead. Just how dead are you, huh?
Angel: I'm tired of being the dead one.

Wes: I don't suppose it'll do much good to ring the bell either.
Gunn: How about we sneak in, dressed up like security guards or something?

Angel: Well, I took him out of one cell, I can take him out of this one, too.
Cordy: Wait! Angel, you can't barge into a police precinct and go all Terminator.

Lilah: Cordelia Chase, right? Come to gloat?
Cordy: I can do that anywhere. Are you gonna invite me in? Oh, wait. I'm not a vampire.

Cordy: Angel feels responsible for this guy because he brought him back from hell. I feel responsible because he did it to save me. You, who are actually responsible for the entire thing, feel nothing at all, because you are a vicious bitch.
Lilah: So? You know me.
Cordy: Please, I was you - with better shoes.
Lilah: These are Boracchi.
Cordy: Fall collection?
Lilah: Next spring.
Cordy: He's widened the heel.
Lilah: And rounded the toe.
Cordy: That won't work with pink.
Lilah: The pink is out this spring.

Cordy: It's not the pain. It's the helplessness. The certainty that there is nothing you can do to stop it, that your life can be thrown away in an instant by someone else. He doesn't care. He'll beat you down until you stay down because he doesn't even think of you as alive. - No woman should ever have to go through that, and no woman strong enough to wear the mantel of 'vicious bitch' would ever put up with it. - Where is Billy going?

Wes: Speaking of saliva, where is Cordelia?
Fred: What do you mean 'speaking of saliva?' How does saliva make you...

Wes: Humiliate us. You think you can do anything you please because you're connected to life, because you bleed, is that it?
Fred: No!
Wes: I'll show you blood.

Wes: You can't come out into the open, can you? - No, you hide - you deceive. It's nothing new. It goes all the way back to Eve. - You and the serpent plotting behind our backs. - 'Here, honey, eat this. It's just an apple.' - That's the problem with your sex - you're all weak, and you're all dirty and you won't be satisfied until you've brought each and everyone of us out of the garden and down into the muck with you!

Billy: Oh, I see. - And you're here to whine. Poor, helpless, battered woman who needs to vent her feelings about the injustice of it all.
Cordy: No, ass-wipe. I'm here to send you back.

Billy: So, you can dress like a man, talk like a man? Does that make you feel superior?
Cordy: Actually, I'm feeling superior because I have an arrow pointed at your jugular. - And the irony of using a phallic shaped weapon? Not lost on me.
Billy: You don't have the nerve to do it.

Fred: You were right about me liking dark places to hide in. But you forgot I also like to build things.

Angel: Well, that thing that Billy brought out in others? - The hatred and anger... that's something I lost a long time ago.
Cordy: Even when you were evil?
Angel: I never hated my victims, I never killed out of anger, it was always about the - pain and the pleasure.
Cordy: Huh. - So I guess you could say that your demoness makes you less petty than humans. Almost noble - I mean, in a twisted, dark and really disturbing kind of way.