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Angel: Okay, so, Why is it Mrs. Bensen is filed under 'F'?
Cordy: Because she is from France. Remember what a pain she was?
Angel: Yeah, made me what to drink a lot.
Cordy: Well, that's the French for you.

Wesley: Hello! I was just in the neighborhood, patrolling with my new Bavarian Fighting Ax, when I suddenly thought, 'Perhaps Cordelia's had a vision. Perhaps you need my help in the battle against evil.'
Angel: We seem to be evil-free at the moment.
Wesley: I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if either of you has the nerve to take me on.
Cordy: Gee, Wesley, I'd love to, but unlike you, I'm not in my 80s quite yet.

Wesley: If shaking your booty at the latest trendy hot spot is your idea of a life, then call me...sick with envy.

Angel: So, ahem. You've been seeing someone. How come I didn't know?
Cordy: Because I'm ashamed of you. Not to mention how you'd embarrass me by giving him the third degree.

Wesley: I don't suppose you need any help, slaying the big baby creature, do you? Not that an evening alone with word puzzle isn't plenty exhilarating in it's own right.

Wesley: I mean, no one is more fond about Cordelia than I, but if she wants to go gad-abouting with those doxies...
Angel: I think they liked you.
Wesley: Really! I-I didn't mean doxy in the sexual promiscuous sense, exactly. I-I... You don't think sticking the axe in the wall put them off?
Angel: That was charming.
Wesley: What about the fact that they thought we were gay?
Angel: Adds mystery.

Cordy: All right, Dennis, *knock it off*! This is the one guy, I've actually liked in a long time, and if you keep killing the mood, I'll kill *you*! All right, empty threat, you being a ghost and already dead and all. But I'll do something *worse*! I'll play 'Evita' around the clock. The one with *Madonna*!"

Cordy: I'm ready to wake up now. I - I don't seem to be - waking up. - Help me.

Bartender: So, you're her boyfriend?
Angel: No. I'm family.

Cordy: They're not human.
Wesley: I imagine that's true.
Cordy: But, I mean... that could be okay, right? I mean, look at Angel. He's not human. And Doyle, he wasn't either...
Wesley: Shh. Shh.
Cordy: I mean, not totally. He was good.

Angel: I don't think I ever realized just how disgusting that was. Get her back to bed.

Cordy: You're not going to hurt my babies. No one is going to hurt *my* babies.

Angel: I really don't like it when people shoot me.

Wesley: We slay this demon and poof! No more evil pregnancies. Well, this is good news. We can end this without harming the women. There is just one tiny problem.
Angel: What's that?
Wesley: Well, I don't wish to use the words 'impossible to kill', but fire won't kill it, decapitation won't, - and it's really huge.

Wesley: You'll die unless you come with me, and that is the most vile smelling filth I've ever had the displeasure of inhaling. Now don't make me come in there after you.

Cordy: I really hate dating.

Cordy: I'm a lot stronger than those demon surrogates thought.
Angel: I'm startin' to learn that.
Cordy: I learned something, too. I learned, um, men are evil? Oh, wait. I knew that. I learned that LA is full of self-serving phonies. Nope. Had that one down, too. Sex is bad?
Angel: We all knew that.
Cordy: Okay, I learned that I have two people I trust absolutely with my life. And that part's new.