Angel Season 1 Episode 11

Wesley: Oh, I invite you in. (while saying this he gives Angel the universal signal for "stop" then waves him forward)
Angel: Relax, that's only for humans. Breaking and entering another vampire's lair is no problem.

Cordelia: Oh crap! You're him... he... the guy. Apt pupil boy.

Penn: We were to meet in Italy, remember?
Angel: I remember.
Penn: Well, I waited. Hell, I waited until the 19th century. What happened?
Angel: Got held up in Romania.
Penn: Romania. What's in Romania?
Angel: Gypsies.

Cordelia: And no offense, Angel, but maybe you are just committing these horrible crimes in your dreams, but even so, I don't wanna stick around for your nocturnal commissions.

Cordelia: If you're 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: I was just thinking about how much this place is like where I grew up.
Cordelia: Right. Yeah. I can see that, except for the cars and the buildings and the, you know, everything else.

Wesley: You fear these might be more than just dreams, that you're acting them out in some sort of hypnagogic state.
Cordelia: Hypna-wha-gic?
Wesley: Sleepwalking.
Cordelia: Vampires can't sleepwalk. He'd take one step out the front door, and his PJs would burst into flames.

Angel: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Cordelia: Oh, is that what you said to Miss Third Body Found in Alley?

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.

Wesley: Notice the modus operandi? The mutilation of the corpse with a religious icon?
Cordelia: I'm against it?

Cordelia: (to Angel) Wow, you look half-dead. Which for someone who's completely dead would be... kinda neat?

Wesley: Where'd you get the police radio?
Angel: Police car.
Wesley: Oh dear!

Angel: Gimmie a stake.
Cordelia: It's like eight in the morning...oh, you mean like (pantomimes staking a vampire). Okay.

Cordelia: Gallagher's changed his act more times than this dude has in the last two centuries. Why do you think he's still doing the same old shtick?
Wesley: Well, I mean it's a classic isn't it? (pause) Every time he smashes that watermelon with a sledgehammer I just...

Penn: You're right , Angelus. My act was getting stale. I appreciate the critique. So look for something new, innovative... something shockingly original. Just think of the worst thing that could happen, and I'll see you there!

Cordelia: (to Wesley) I don't care how many files you have on all the horrible things that he did back in the Powdered Wig Days. He is good now. And he is my friend. And nothing you or anyone else can say will make me turn on a friend.
Angel: Cordelia, he's right.
Cordelia: You stake him, and I'll cut his head off.

Angel: It's gotta end.
Penn: Why, because you say so? How does that work exactly? Do you just wake up one morning and decide, "Okay, now I'm good?" No, Angelus, it doesn't end, it never ever ends. It just goes on and on.
Cordelia: That's not the only thing that goes on and on.

Wesley: You recall earlier this morning that mix-up with the dentists mail and newspaper? (shows her a newspaper clipping) 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: You can't walk into a police precinct with intimate knowledge about these murders and claim a 200 year-old Puritan is responsible. You'd be locked up faster than Lady Hamilton's virtue! (to Cordelia) My apologies...
Cordelia: (pause) That's okay. I-I don't know what that meant.

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.
Angel: Thanks.
Cordelia: What are friends for?

Cordelia: Good news, sports fans! There's been another killing. Okay, well maybe not so great news for the, you know, dead person. But at least now we know that Mr. I'm So Tortured didn't do it.

Cordelia: (while tying Angel to the bed) The glamorous L.A. life. I get to make the coffee and chain the boss to a bed. Gotta join a union.
Angel: Cordelia, I think that's tight enough.
Cordelia: And if it turns out we're back on a liquid lunch? Better safe than cocktails.

Angel: I stalk them, toy with them, mark them while they're still alive. Before they can die from their fear, I feed on them.
Cordelia: Okay, so you've been having nightmares, it doesn't mean you ...
Angel: They're not nightmares. I've enjoyed them.
Cordelia: Oh.

Penn: You approved of me in ways my mortal father never did! You're my real father, Angelus.
Angel: Fine! You're grounded.