Slouching Towards Bethlehem
Connor: "I like your hat."
Angel: "Uhm, you see her, too, right? I'm not just..."
Gunn: "No, man, that's real."
Cordy: "So - we know each other?"
Angel: "Yeah. - Really well."
Cordy: "Okay. Uhm. - Who am I?"
Angel: "What do you remember?"
Cordy: "I don't know. Numbers, animals, flossing?"
Cordy: "Are there other people here?"
Fred: "Uhm, not to sound all movie of the week, but I think you might have some kind of amnesia. Like, maybe you fell, or banged your head."
Gunn: "Should we take her to a hospital?"
Cordy: "Hospital? I don't need a... Not yet. Maybe later."
Angel: "Well, that could've been a disaster. - Hi. Welcome back. You're safe. By the way, there is a green demon right behind you."
Fred: "Don't you think we should tell her? I mean, we do live in a world of demons and icky things. She's bound to find out."
Fred: "Angel, aren't you curious why she's back?"
Cordy: "Okay. That's creepy... So is that."
Cordy: "Did - he say - demon broad?"
Fred: "Yeah. His - uhm, wife. It-it's an ugly divorce case thing. You know, private eye stuff... I should get Charles and terminate it before the situation multiplies."
Cordy: "I wanna go home. - Do you know where I live?"
Cordy: "I wish I could remember."
Angel: "Me, too. - I wanna help you get those memories back."
Cordy: "Great. - But not tonight."
Cordy: "Cordelia, homeroom was fun. Too bad it burnt to the ground. - What? - Hey, how about that - giant snake? - Dear Cordelia, thanks for the flaming arrows. Flaming arrows?"
Cordy: "Was I a spy?"
Gunn: "How much do I hate those nasty little babies."
Fred: "Tell me about it. I couldn't squish squash fast enough."
Gunn: "I know we get paid to do it, but that's the kind of mayhem I would do for free."
Fred: "Yeah, but I'm gonna be washing their teeny brains out of my hair for a week."
Gunn: "Hang on. Turn around."
Fred: "What is it?"
Gunn: "You don't even wanna know. Just hold still."
Gunn: "When do you think Fang-boy is gonna come clean with her, huh? Spill the really real?"
Cordy: "I get it now! You're all spies. Probably Russian, and-and you brain washed me and want me to believe you're my friends so I spill the beans about some nano-techno thingie that you want."
Gunn: "So - I look Russian to you?"
Cordy: "Black Russian."
Cordy: "Safe! Is that some kind of joke? Your friends here were just talking about murdering children! And-and there's-there's singing - and blood, and pointy things. And did I mention the singing? I mean, what the hell is going on here, Angie?"
Angel: "Angel."
Cordy: "Whatever."
Cordy: "So - we - we weren't a happy family."
Angel: "Not like that."
Cordy: "And - you and me? We weren't..."
Angel: "Weren't?"
Cordy: "Together?"
Angel: "Not exactly."
Cordy: "Was I a nun?"
Cordy: "Get off me! Get off me!"
Lorne: "I'm getting. I'm getting. Stop clobbering me!"
Cordy: "Tell me that this is Halloween and he isn't what I think he is!"
Lorne: "Trick or treat."
Angel: "Okay. Maybe we haven't been 100% honest, because, well - we were afraid that the truth would scare you."
Cordy: "Yeah, and the lying and deceit have been so comforting."
Cordy: "It all makes perfect sense now. I was a cheerleader, a princess, and a warrior, and I have visions and super powers, and I'm the target of an evil law firm because I've spent the last three months living on a higher plane fighting for the forces of good, who wage a battle against demons and evilies, and squishy bug babies. Cause all that stuff is real and that's the world I live in. And I think I know why I don't remember any of this, because hey! Who'd want to?!"
Angel: "I know it's a lot to take in."
Cordy: "Says the vampire with a soul and his wacky gang of sidekicks."
Gunn: "Uhm. Not a sidekick?"
Gunn: "Where are you going?"
Cordy: "Out. Away. Does it matter?"
Fred: "But it's not safe!"
Cordy: "Oh, right, because of evil ninja law firm."
Gunn: "We'll come with, just in case."
Cordy: "You keep telling me I was a higher being. Don't make me turn you into a rat!"
Gunn: "Can she do that?"
Angel: "Come on, Lorne. You got to give me something."
Lorne: "Do the words 'slouching towards Bethlehem' ring a bell? Or how about 'despair', 'torment', 'terror'? And I'm not referring to the little missies choice of song either. Although that was horrifying in its own right. Ugh! What I saw was jumbles, pieces, flashes. It was enough to make my skin crawl away and scamper under the bed. Evil is coming, Angel, - and it's planing on staying."
Cordy: "How big is this dump? - Angel? - Mr. Bumpy Face? Hello?"
Connor: "You're not safe here."
Cordy: "You think?"
Angel: "How could you let her wander off alone?"
Fred: "The words 'grown woman' come to mind."
Angel: "What if this is the way it starts? I mean, the slouching and the Bethlehem, and they've taken her because of what she knows. Even if she can't remember she knows it."
Fred: "Have you been caffeinating your blood again, or is there something you're not telling us?"
Fred: "Hello! Back to the something? Is that why you ran out while Cordelia was singing?"
Lorne: "Well, a: I wasn't running out, I was fleeing. And b: yes."
Gunn: "Well, how horrible is this thing?"
Lorne: "Well, I haven't read the book of revelations lately, but if I was searching for adjectives, I'd probably start there."
Fred: "Was that all you saw?"
Lorne: "That was just the tip of the berg, pumpkin nut. What I got from Cordy was dense. A big, fat, tummy clenching onion from hell. The more layers you peel, the more you cry - or vomit in this case."
Connor: "I love that one. I wish I'd killed it."
Cordy: "Kind of a funny way to express your affection. I love you, bang, you're dead?"
Cordy: "Connor? Really. That's funny. Angel has a baby named Connor. Did he name it after... - Oh, my god... You're him. You're Angel's son."
Connor: "It's not like I got to choose."
Connor: "You're safe."
Cordy: "Then why am I so scared?"
Connor: "You like shoes, and donuts, and you're very brave."
Cordy: "Really? - Donuts?"
Cordy: "I have this horrible feeling that something bad is going to happen - or maybe has happened. And I can't remember it. And I don't kow what to do, or who to trust... -except you. - I don't know why - but I trust you. - Why do I get the feeling that you've lost everything, too?"
Connor: "I have nothing to lose."
Wesley: "A bit careless. Misplacing her after all the effort to find her."
Angel: "We didn't find her. She just showed up - with no memory, no idea of who she is or where she's been."
Wesley: "Fresh start. Doesn't sound so bad."
Connor: "They're coming for you. I set traps, but you'll have to fight. Do you know how?"
Cordy: "One way to find out."
Lilah: "Aren't you the stud muffin."
Gunn: "That's right, monkey boys, don't mess with the big dog!... It's better than sidekick."
Angel: "We should probably get you back home."
Cordy: "Actually, I'd like to stay here - with Connor."
Angel: "I don't - think that's the best idea. Connor is a great fighter. I helped train him. But you need more than just muscle right now."
Cordy: "You're right. I need someone who won't lie to me. Like you did. All of you - I-I know you were trying to help, but the truth is the only way to do that, and that's what Connor's given me."
Angel: "Keep her safe."
Fred: "If it makes you feel better, I would have chosen you."
Angel: "Thanks, but no, it doesn't."
Angel: "Lorne, how much did they get?"
Lorne: "All of it."
Fred: "They tricked us."
Wesley: "It's never simple, is it?"