Cordelia: Nobody likes a smart-ass, rogue demon hunter. What do you want, Wesley?

Wesley: Yes, most effective. Your cryptic visions, Angel's brawn, my highly developed powers of deduction rounding out...
Cordelia: This isn't our mail.
Wesley: Sorry?
Cordelia: See here? The dentist office - next door.
Wesley: Oh, I see. I didn't... realize...

Angel: Who were you talking to?
Cordelia: Nobody. And Wesley.

Cordelia: And wow! You look half-dead... Which for someone, who's completely dead, would be - kind of neat?

Kate: The tabloids are calling him 'the pope'. Probably thinks he's doing God's work.
Angel: No. Just the opposite. This is about mocking God... That's my guess.

Cordelia: Jeez, Wesley! Hover much?

Wesley: You recall earlier this morning, that mix-up with the dentists mail and newspaper? That's when I saw this.
Cordelia: Oh, my God! You cut up Dr. Folger's newspaper? You're going to get us kicked out of this building.

Wesley: The mutilation of the corpse with a religious icon?
Cordelia: I'm against it?

Wesley: While executing my duties as Watcher in Sunnydale, I did extensive research. Specifically on Angel, given his uncomfortable proximity to the Slayer.
Cordelia: He looked pretty comfortable to me.

Cordelia: Okay, you get to leave now. - You're not gonna come in here and accuse Angel like this.
Wesley: Cordelia.
Cordelia: No! I don't care how many files you have on all the horrible things he did back in the powdered wig days! - He is good now. And he's my friend!
Angel: Cordelia. He's right.
Cordelia: You'll stake him and I'll cut his head off.

Wesley: You've got to make it tight.
Cordelia: Like I need instructions from you. - My glamorous LA life, I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to the bed. I've got to join a union.

Angel: I taught him well.
Cordelia: A real psycho-wan-kenobi.

Wesley: Think about it. You can't walk into a police precinct with intimate knowledge about these murders and claim a 200 year-old Puritian is responsible. - You'd be locked up faster than Lady Hamilton's virtue!... My apologies.
Cordelia: That's okay. I-I don't know what that meant.

Wesley: So, I take it you told her everything.
Angel: Just enough to get her killed.

Angel: People change.
Penn: We're not people!

Angel: No, you haven't heard a work, and you won't. Not now, not yet. Because there are some things in this world you're just not ready to face.

Cordelia: And you're totally pumping me for information, aren't you?
Penn: Yeah.
Cordelia: Oh crap. You're him. He. The guy. Apt pupil boy.

Angel: Give me a stake.
Cordelia: It's like 8 in the morning. - Oh, you mean like...
* makes stabbing motion *
Cordelia: ...okay.

Wesley: Nothing on the streets about a new vampire in town... Which is maybe because he's here - and has me by the throat.

Kate: What are you going to do?
Penn: Well, first I thought I'd stop everything and tell you my plan. Or better yet... why don't I just show you? Ah, smell that fear. Makes the blood sweeter. You know who taught me that?

Penn: Well, you were right about one thing, Angelus. The last 200 years has been about me sticking it to my father. But I've come to realize something - it's you! You made me! You taught me! You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did! You are my real father, Angelus.
Angel: Fine! You're grounded.

Angel: You missed.
Kate: No I didn't.

Cordelia: If your wondering why this vein on my temple is doing the cha-cha, it's because I just had one of those bone-crunching, mind-splitting vision headaches.

Angel: It's not so different. People moving through their lives. I wonder if anything ever really changes.

Cordelia: People really do change.
Angel: Yes they do. And sometimes they change back. - If the day ever comes that I...
Cordelia: Oh, I'll kill you dead!
Angel: Thanks.
Cordelia: What are friends for?

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