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Cordy: So, demonize me already.
Skip: (after a beat) It was an honor being your guide, Cordelia Chase.
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Cordelia: (talking aloud to herself) I want something. Hypo-something. Hypothermia?
Nev: (into his cell phone) Josh, let's get a large tub of ice water in Ms. Chase's dressing room, pronto.
Cordelia: No, that's not it.
Nev: (into his cell phone) Canceling ice water.
Cordelia: Hyper . . . hyperbaric?
Nev: (into his cell phone) Josh, make it an oxygen tent.
Cordelia: No, that's not it either.
Nev: (into his cell phone) Canceling tent.
Cordelia: Hyperion! That's it.
Nev: The hotel.
Cordelia: Yes, I want to go there.
Nev: Terrific. When would you like me to... Now? Now you would like to... Without security? Without an entourage of me? Right, I'll give 'em a call. (into cell phone) Josh, car, side door, now!
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Gunn: Hey, is it true that you and Wes were... You know, that you had a little...
Cordelia: Humiliating kiss where he drooled all over my chin? Yeah, but I've worked really hard to repress it.
Wes: Right. As much as I love this forced death march down memory lane--.
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Lorne: Jumping Judas on a uni-cycle!
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Cordy: (To Angel) You're furious? I get body-jacked on my birthday and you're furious?
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Angel: I had this dream that Cordy was here. She was trying to tell me something, something really important.
Cordelia: Yes, and, and . . .
Angel: It's weird.
Cordelia: How are you a Champion? In what way are you a Champion?
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Angel: Did you get the information?
Lorne: Oh, why, yes, Angel. My horn should grow back in a couple of days. So kind of you to be concerned.
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Angel: Cordy. Look, I know that you can't hear me, but, there is something I have to say. You really piss me off, you know that?
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Cordy: You guys, I'm all right. I'm fine. I'm... dead?
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Skip: We've been over this. I respect what you're trying to do. It's noble and heroic and all that other Russell Crowe/'Gladiator' crap.
Cordy: You've seen...?
Skip: Didn't love it.
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Cordelia: The Powers That Be popped me out of my body and sent me to a mall?
Skip: Actually this is more a construct of a mall. You know, like in The Matrix
Cordelia: You've seen The Matrix?
Skip: Loved that flick. When Trinity's all 'Dodge this!' and the agent goes and crumples to the...and I'm not really instilling any awe any more, am I?
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Cordy: You're Death? You've come to take me.
Skip: (demonically) Ha ha ha! (normal voice) Just kidding. I'm Skip. You're Cordelia Chase, right? Sorry it took me so long, I... This you? )(points to Cordelia's body on the bed)) Most people go astral, their spiritual shapes tend to be an idealized version of themselves you know, straighten the nose, lose the gray, sort of a self-esteem kind of thing. You're pretty confident, aren't you?
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Angel: Oh, whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa! Dirty people! Not touching the baby!
Cordy: But pig-drinking bloodsuckers are okay? I meant that in a nice way.
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Gunn: C'mon you telling me you never hid anything in your underwear drawer?
Fred: I don't know. I mean for five years I didn't even have... Can we not talk about my underwear please?
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Cordy: Uh...what a cruel dilemma! Presents, or sweet little baby-face.... (starts to get headache-vision) Oh. Take the baby!
Angel: You're choosing birthday gifts over my kid?
Cordy: Take the baby! Take the baby!