Compiled by Kristina

Cordy: They gave it to a blonde that showed up in a skintight leather cat suit. She is supposed to be a housewife. She looked ridiculous. She looked like cat-woman taking out the cat-trash.

Doyle: Man, you know I was crazy about her, and I was wearing her down, too. But no, handsome, brooding vampire guy has to swoop in, all sensitive mouth and overhanging forehead. How about leaving some scraps for the homely looking fellas who don't turn evil when they get some?

Doyle: Hey, your high school diploma is all burned.
Cordy: Yeah, it was a rough ceremony.

Angel: We all have problems. It's about priorities. And at the moment, I have a bigger one than you do.
Doyle: Bigger than a Kaliph demon?
Angel: Much. I'm thinking you could help me with mine, and maybe I could help you with yours.
Doyle: Oh, I don't know. I mean, what's your problem exactly? Cuz, you know, vampire business is . . .
Cordy: Hi! I was just wondering if you have any linoleum glue. For...  if it ... started curling up all over.
Angel: I'll be there in a minute.
Cordy: Okay.
Angel: Find her an apartment, and I'll deal with your demon.

Doyle: Finally. What is it with you and Angel? You got to do everything the hard way.

Doyle: Don't worry about it, okay? And things aren't all gloom in Doyle City. I mean there's bright spots - like Cordelia.

Cordy: I just knew this was to good to be true. I just knew it! I'm from Sunnydale, you're not scaring me, you know. No. You're not scaring me. You're not scaring me. Not one bit.

Cordy: I am not giving up this apartment!
Angel: It's haunted.
Cordy: It's rent controlled!
Doyle: Cordy, it says 'die'!
Cordy: Hey, maybe it's not done. Maybe it's 'diet'. That's friendly. A little judgmental, sure.

Angel: You know, this really is just a place to live.
Cordy: No, It's more. It's beautiful, - and if it goes away it's like...
Angel: Like what?
Cordy: Like I'm still getting punished.
Angel: Punished. For what?
Cordy: I don't know. For what I was? For everything I said in High School just because I could get away with it? And then it all ended, and I had to pay. Oh, but this apartment - I could be me again. Punishment over - welcome back to your life! Like, like I couldn't be that awful if I get to have a place like that? It's just like you!
Angel: Working for redemption.
Cordy: I - I meant because you used to have that mansion.

Kate: Now you're talking like a detective.
Angel: I am a detective.
Kate: Well, you see the thing about detectives is that they have resumes and business licenses and last names. - Pop stars and popes, those are the one-name guys.
Angel: You got me. I'm a pope.

Angel: Look at you. Are you gonna let her do this to you? Damn it. You're Cordelia Chase. Are you just going to lie there like a weakling? Get off your ass and be tough!
Cordy: I can't - I can't!
Angel: You're the biggest pain I have ever seen. Do it now!

Cordy: I'm not a sniveling whiny little Cry-Buffy. I'm the nastiest girl in Sunnydale history. I take crap from no one.
Maude: You are going to make yourself a noose and put it around...
Cordy: Back off! Polygrip. You think you're bad? Being all mean and haunty? Picking on poor pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly translucent ass out of this place, because lady, the bitch is back.

Angel: But - sooner or later I'm going to need to hear it.
Doyle: Hear what?
Angel: The story of your life.
Doyle: And quite a tale it is, too. Full of ribald adventures and beautiful damsels with loose morals...
Angel: Doyle.
Doyle: I will. - Just - give me time. The past, she don't let go, does she?
Angel: Hmm, she never does.