Buffy: “Long story.”

Cordelia: “Got hunted.”

Buffy: “Apparently not that long.”

“Dancing vampires. Who’s not scared?”

Cordelia: “Vamp nail polish?”

Buffy: “Um, over?”

Cordelia: “So over. James Spader?”

Buffy: “He needs to call me!”

Cordelia: “Willow, I really like your outfit.”

Willow: “No, you don’t.”

Cordelia: “No, I really don’t, but I need a favor.”

Angel: “I have no memory of doing any of these things.”

Cordelia: “Oh, not exactly the confidence-inspiring denial I was looking for.”

“You wanna fit in here, the first rule is: know your losers. Once you can identify them all by sight they’re a lot easier to avoid.”
“Dignity? You? In relation to clothes? I’m awash in a sea of confusion”
“Angel Investigations. We help the hopeless.”

Cordelia: “I know that you share this feeling that we have for each other, deep down.”

Willow: “Nausea?”

“Pretend to read any good books lately?”