Lilah: “So? You know me.”

Cordy: “Please, I was you. With better shoes.”

Cordelia:  “You don’t sound Irish?”

Angel: “For most certain, I sound exactly - Something wrong with my voice.”

Xander: “You have no shame.”

Cordelia: “Oh please, like shame is something to be proud of.”

“Half the school’s out with this flu. It’s a serious deal, Buffy. We’re all concerned about how gross you look.”
Cordelia
“Whatever’s causing the Joan Collins
‘tude, deal with it. Embrace the pain,
spank your inner moppet but get over it.”
Cordelia
“It’s an egg, Buffy. It doesn’t emote.”
Cordelia

Angel: “I’m going to bed. It’s been a long day.”

Cordelia: “You’ve been up for three hours.”

Xander: “Does anybody remember when Saturday night meant date night?”

Cordelia: “You sure don’t.”

Wesley: “I’m a rogue demon hunter now.”

Cordelia: “Oh, wow.  What’s a rogue demon?”

Buffy: “Long story.”

Cordelia: “Got hunted.”

Buffy: “Apparently not that long.”