Season One
Expecting
Wilson Christopher: So you left Sunnydale and came to LA. What was that like?
Cordelia: Skydiving without a parachute. Except for the smashing your body to bits part. Actually, no, it was like that, too.
Cordelia: Oh, and the guy that's supposed to be here when you arrive?
Wilson: The guy?
Cordelia: With the big bag of fame and fortune?
Wilson: Oh, that guy.
Cordelia: So, what happened to him?
Wilson: He comes and goes. He's sort of fleeting that way.
Cordelia: Well, if you see him, will you tell him to fleet my way?
Cordelia: In high school, I knew my place. And, okay, it was a haughty place, and maybe I was a *tad* shallow . . . .
Wilson: Oh, hey, nobody feels like they belong here. That's sort of the point of LA, to make you feel as insecure as possible.
Wilson: You live alone, right?
[Lights go up on their own - Dennis did it]
Cordelia: In the sense that I'm the only one living here that's actually alive.
Wilson: That was a yes, I think.
Wilson: This is a private club. Featured word: Private.
Angel: You don't talk to me, I'll kick your ass. Featured word: Ass.
Wilson: Angel, right? The boss? She told me all about you.
[Angel disarms him, grabs him in a choke hold.]
Angel: Somehow, I doubt that.
Wilson: I'm not telling you anything.
Angel: I was so hoping you'd say that. [Angel gives him a bashing]