Compiled by Kristina

Cordy: Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Angel.
Angel: What am I doing?
Cordy: You're trying to push me away, close yourself off.
Angel: That's not what -
Cordy: Well, I got news for you, broody boy. We're all we've got now. You may not like sharing your grief with others, but that's the normal, healthy way people deal with loss. I'm not going anywhere, so get used to it. I'm staying right here! Oops! Got to go. Commercial audition. If it wasn't a national, I'd blow it off.
Angel: Well, if you don't feel up to it, then don't go. Stay here.
Cordy: Reverse psychology, very cute, don't worry. I'm going.

Barney: I just realized its 3:45 in the afternoon. If you're a vampire, why aren't you in your coffin?
Angel: Coffin. I hate that stereotype. You're a demon and you don't know anything about vampires?
Barney: Only what I've learned from TV.
Angel: Vampires don't sleep in coffins. Its a misconception made popular by hack writers and ignorant media. In fact, you know, we can and do move around during the day, as long as we avoid direct sunlight. 'K? Got it?

Angel: Okay, um, Cordelia, that was, uh, you know, I think that you're acting out of grief and you're confusing our friendship with something more.

Angel: The Powers That Be. You had a vision.
Cordy: Boy! Howdy. And guess what, you know how they look painful? Well, they feel a whole lot worse!

Cordy: I don't care, I want it out of me! And if kissing is the only way to get rid of it, I will smooch every damn frog in this kingdom!

Angel: Hey, and behave yourself. I don't want to find you two necking on the couch when I get back.

Wesley: I wager you thought you'd never see me again.
Angel: To tell you the truth I hadn't given it much thought one way or the other. What are you -
Wesley: Hup-up-up! I'm the one asking the questions here. I think it only fair to warn you, any sudden movement and I'd be forced to ... Right. You had a question?

Angel: Interesting look for you. Motorcycle? Watcher's Council trying out a new image?
Wesley: In point of fact, I no longer work for the Council. I came to the conclusion I was of greater good to the cause working autonomously.
Angel: They fired you.

Cordy: Doyle? Well, he drank too much and his taste in clothing was like a Greek tragedy. And he could be really sweet sometimes. You'll like this: he was half-demon. A secret he kept from me for like *ever*. I guess that's the reason he sometimes smelled weird?

Wesley: I'm a rogue demon hunter now.
Cordy: Oh, wow. - What's a rogue demon?

Wesley: The hell you say. This demon is mine! Angel. I know how to track him. You'll not catch him without me by your side.
Angel: I had someone by my side. He's dead now. I won't let that happen again. I *work alone*.

Cordy: That's one spooky talent you got there. You can just look at me grinding my teeth, sighing, grunting and *sense* that I'm frustrated? Amazing!

Barney: I get the impression that Doyle didn't have much by way of possessions?
Cordy: No. No he didn't.
Barney: Seems like he gave you the most valuable thing he had.

Wesley: I'm a fool. The Council was right to sack me. - Yes, I was fired. I had two, two! Slayers in my care. One turns evil and now vegetates in a coma, the other is a renegade. Fire me? I'm surprised they didn't cut my head off.

Cordy: I'm really not a seer. I only had a vision once, and I'm pretty sure it was just something I ate!

Wesley: You! Butcher an innocent girl, will you? I'm going to thrash you to within a inch of your life and then I'm going to take that inch!

Mac: Our merchandise was just taken off the market. 3 guesses by whom.

Cordy: I never doubted for a minute that you'd find me.
Angel: Well, I was lucky. I had a rogue demon hunter on my side.
Wesley: Glad I could be of service.

Wesley: No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain heat famine, deep, painful, gnawing hunger I go.
Angel: Breakfast?
Wesley: Ooh, I suppose so.
Cordy: One of the perks of the job. After an all-nighter of fighting the lurking evil we get eggs.
Angel: Toast?
Wesley: Please!
Cordy: I'm famished. He's a good cook for someone on a liquid diet.