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.
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.
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?
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 *
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!
Cordelia: What are friends for?