Season One
Eternity
Rebecca (to Angel): Are you alright?
Cordelia: Oh, he's fine. It was such an honor to save your life, Miss Lowell.
Rebecca (to Angel): I'm sorry. I didn't get your name.
Cordelia: Cordelia Chase. I'm so glad you weren't...Oh. He doesn't even know who you are.
Rebecca: Oliver, down. He doesn't know who I am.
Cordelia: He's culturally retarded that way.
Rebecca: Do you make a habit of this sort of thing, Angel?
Cordelia: Oh, it's only, like, his purpose in life. Angel's the Dark Avenger. Only not too dark. Happy dark!
Rebecca: Oh, God. Who called ET?
Wesley: Emma Thompson?
Rebecca: You're not fond of sunshine.
Angel: I'm a night person.
Rebecca: You never really saw even one single episode of "On Your Own"?
Angel: No.
Rebecca: Huh. Well, stop by. I'll give you a private screening of the episode I didn't win the Emmy for.
Angel: I'm not what you think.
Rebecca: You're not? Because -- no reflection, dark private office, instantly knowing those letters weren't written in blood -- I guess what I'd would think is...vampire.
Angel: Then again...
Rebecca: Which is impossible. Bela Lugosi, Gary Oldman -- they're vampires.
Angel: Frank Langella was the only performance I believed.
Rebecca: Do you drink blood?
Angel: Yeah. But not people.
Rebecca: You're not a killer.
Angel: I gave that up.
Rebecca: Well, there's a support group for everything in this town, I guess.
Rebecca: Thanks for coming. I'm so glad you could find the time.
Cordelia: Ha ha ha! Heh heh. Oh, you were being serious? 'Cuz big important stars ask me out for lunch and a shopping spree, like, all the time -- in my dreams!
Rebecca: I'm just an actress -- like you.
Cordelia: You're an actress. I'm someone who auditions and auditions.
Rebecca: That's what happens when you first start out. I'm sure you're going to make it really big.
Cordelia: Yihihi! Sorry. I didn't mean to squeal like that in public.
Cordelia: You must have a ton of friends you could have asked.
Rebecca: Yes, but none of them would know what to buy a 200-year-old vampire as a thank-you gift.
Cordelia: Oh my God, he is impossible to buy for. What on earth does he need, more socks?
Rebecca: How did he become what he is?
Cordelia: Oh God, you got 8 hours?
Rebecca: I've got all day.
Cordelia: Yahaha! I won't do that again.
Rebecca: Wow, it's sort of what you'd expect -- and sort of not.
Angel: There's no coffin.
Rebecca: Cordelia says you've saved the world.
Angel: Couple times I helped. But I almost had it sucked into Hell once, too.
Rebecca: I may have given him something to help loosen him up. And now he's...
Cordelia: Loose?