Rm w/a Vu

Doyle: Well, if you ever want to - I don't know - stay a night away from the place - maybe give me a call.
Cordelia: Well, stranger things have happened. No wait, they really haven't.

Doyle: She's really something, isn't she? It's like wrestling a tiger just to get to know her. Tell me stuff.
Angel: What stuff?
Doyle: About Cordelia.
Angel: Well, I - I know she can't type or file. Until today I had some hope regarding the phone.
Doyle: Who's Aura?
Angel: I think - uh - I think she is one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. A bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school. Decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the soviet secret police if they cared a lot about shoes.
Doyle: And she was the richest one of all? Because the way she talks it sounds like she had servants made of solid gold or something.
Angel: Pretty much. Until her parents lost it all. Riches to rags.
Doyle: One hell of a come down.

Doyle: It's all about money. What about friendship and family all those things that are priceless, like they say in those credit card commercials?

Angel: What happened?
Cordelia: My apartment. It's like the barrio - or the projects or whatever, and I live there! I'm a girl from the projects!
Angel: What? I don't know about that.
Cordelia: Get this. I tried to call Doyle. I have sunk that low. And there was no answer. So, here I am. Not that you're the last resort. It's just that I have nowhere else left to go. Roaches. Live ones, dead ones. All skinny feet and creepy antlers.
Angel: Antlers?
Cordelia: Oh, my god! I wonder how many stowed away in that bag? Also the water is all brown and spurty, and not hot! I am dying for a shower. I - actually smell! Smell me. I never smell. I didn't know I could. I'm just going to have to stay here until I can find a decent place, however long that takes, and when I do you are completely invited over. Hey, you can just dump my stuff on the couch - or let me have the bed. What ever you feel good about. Also, my suitcase is still out in the hall. Your shower is in here, right? You have mousse? - Of course you do.

Angel: You got peanut butter on the bed.
Cordelia: Really? I don't think so. I'll look.

Cordelia: Angel, at some point in the recent history you got peanut butter on your bed, and it's gross. I think you're gonna have to change the sheets.
Angel: I don't eat.
Cordelia: Well then, I don't even want to know how it got there.

Cordelia: The man doesn't even have a mirror. Like it would kill him to not see himself?

Doyle: It's good though you can look back. I never look back.
Cordelia: Look back at what?

Doyle: It's a system of checks and balances.
Angel: And some of your checks didn't balance.

Cordelia: Hi! I was just wondering if you had any linoleum glue - for if it started curling up, all over.

Cordelia: Oh, my urination just hasn't been public enough lately.

Cordelia: First thing hire someone to take out that wall.
Doyle: I thought you said it was perfect.
Cordelia: Yes, and part of being perfect is that there being one tiny flaw for me to fix.
Doyle: Ah, must be why you find me so fascinating.

Radio: You always hurt the one you love, the ones you shouldn't hurt at all.

Cordelia: You know what? I get it. You're a ghost. You're dead. Big accomplishment! Move on! - You see a light anywhere? Go towards it, okay?

Cordelia: Oh, that's right you can't come in. Wait! What about the rule?
Angel: You said when you got a place I was completely invited over.
Cordelia: What? I didn't even have a place then. These rules are getting all screwed up.

Cordelia: I'm not giving up this apartment!
Angel: It's haunted.
Cordelia: It's rent controlled!
Doyle: Cordy, it says 'die'!
Cordelia: Hey, maybe it's not done. Maybe it's 'diet'. That's friendly. A little judgemental, sure. I'm not giving it up. It's perfect and beautiful. It's so me. I need it!

Cordelia: Okay. Listen good, Casper, you haven't won a thing here! I'll die before I give up the apartment, you hear me? I'll die!
Maude: All right dear, if that is what you think is best.

Angel: You know, this really is just a place to live.
Cordelia: No. It's more. It's beautiful, - and if it goes away it's like...
Angel: Like what?
Cordelia: Like I'm still getting punished.
Angel: Punished. For what?
Cordelia: I don't know. For what I was? For everything I said in Hight 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.
Cordelia: I - I meant because you used to have that mansion.

Cordelia: Little old lady ghost. How come Patrick Swayze is never dead when you need him?

Angel: I'm 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.

Doyle: Ah - Angel Investigations. We hope you're hopeless. - No, wait, that's...

Angel: Doyle, chant.
Doyle: Oh, man, Latin. One of those dead languages you always mean to learn.

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!
Cordelia: I can't - I can't!
Angel: You're the biggest pain I have ever seen. Do it now!

Maude: You better be sorry, you stupid little bitch.
Cordelia: I'm a bitch.
Maude: Take off the bed sheets, make a noose. Go on. It'll all be over soon.
Cordelia: 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 youself a noose and put it around...
Cordelia: 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.

Cordelia: I tell you what I think. I think that you're going to pack your little ghost bags and get the HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!

Cordelia: I knew I didn't like that wall!

Doyle: The past, she don't let go, does she?
Angel: Hmmm, she never does.

Cordelia: God, Aura. I can't believe I missed your calls! It's that incompetent girl at work. But things are going great. - Well, my new apartment for one thing. Celebrities are practically on top of me. Oh, Steve Paymer, - that's Dave Paymer's brother lives right down the hall. Oh, you'd know him if you saw him. And my view, it's amazing! - Yeah, I have a room mate, but it's cool. I never see him. Hey, hey - Phantom Dennis, put that back. All in all its working out great. Dennis, when I'm on the phone, that's quiet time. Thanks. Sorry. So where were we? Tell me who's wearing what in Sunnydale. - No! Well, she never did have any taste. She is so nasty.

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