Gunn: Why would Greenway do this? It was just a stupid racketeering charge. I told him we'd get him off with probation, so long as he shut down operations.
Angel: He's a Wolfram & Hart client. Our client. Oh, and he's evil - what are the odds?
Cordelia: You'd think they'd give Miss One-foot-in-the-grave a private room. Which brings me to, "Hey! Couldn't you stick me someplace that smells a little less like ammonia-soaked death?"
Angel: You remember?
Cordelia: Last year? Yeah. I remember everything. Pretty much. At least until I slipped into slumberland. Maternal instincts aside, I hope you kicked its ass for me.
Cordelia: Gunn? You have hair.
Gunn: Oh, yeah. What did you think? I was prematurely bald? [Cordy says nothing.] I wasn't.
Lorne: Hey, listen, Crumbcake, when you're ready to splash back into that acting pool, just say the word. I'll have you lunching with Colin Farrell like that.
Cordelia: Who's Colin Farrell?
Eve: Didn't think you'd mind me using your private elevator.
Angel: Eve, I mind you breathing. Get out.
Eve: Who's your friend, Angel?
Cordelia: I'm Cordelia Chase.
Eve: Oh. My name is--
Cordelia: I didn't ask.
Angel: You're wrong about the Powers. They're not in my corner anymore. It looks like Spike is their new champion.
Cordelia: Spike? Spike who?
Angel: He's got a soul now. And he saved the world. And he's out there on the streets. You know, helping the helpless.
Cordelia: Okay, Spike's a hero, and you're C.E.O. of Hell, Incorporated. What freakin' bizarro world did I wake up in?!
Cordelia: I naturally assumed you'd be lost without me, but this?
Angel: I am lost without you.
Cordelia: You just forgot who you are.
Angel: Remind me.
Cordelia: A guy who always fought his hardest for what was right, even when he couldn't remember why. Even when he was miserable, which was, let's face it, a not small portion of the time. He did right. And that gave him something. A light. A glimmer. And that's the guy I fell in . . . that . . . um . . . the guy I knew.
Cordelia: Guess we missed our moment, huh?
Angel: Maybe we were meant to. Or maybe people like us just don't get to . . . have that.
Cordelia: Angel, there are no people like us.
Wesley: I don't know. I think I sort of missed this. You and me and the books, "kickin' it old school," as they say. [He winces.] And I never will again.
Wesley: We all understand it wasn't you.
Cordelia: Do you?
Wesley: You didn't kill Lilah.
Cordelia: I know. Still . . . I'm sorry.
Cordelia: Spike. Well, well. I heard you weren't evil anymore, which kind of makes the hair silly. [He vamps out.] Uh . . or nice?
Cordelia: I thought he had a soul.
Spike (to Angel): I thought she didn't.
Cordelia: I do.
Spike: So do I.
Cordelia: Well, clearly mine's better.
Angel: But the thing that really, really pisses me off is that this guy seems to be going by the name of Doyle.
Eve: Doesn't ring a bell.
Cordelia: It does to me. It rings a big fricking gong, and I wanna know who has the nerve to be using that name!
Angel: Shut it down.
Lindsey: Say "please."
Angel: I wasn't talking to you.
Cordelia: Oh! Right! On it.
Angel: Doesn't matter what you try. Doesn't matter where I am, or how badass you think you've become. 'Cause you know what? I'm Angel. I beat the bad guys.
Angel: I need you here.
Cordelia: Don't make it hard, Angel. I'm just on a different road - and this is my off-ramp. The Powers That Be owed me one, and I didn't waste it. I got my guy back on track.
Angel: Cordy, there's just--
Cordelia: We take what we can get, champ, and we do our best with it.
