Are You Now or Have You Ever Been
Cordelia: "English breakfast tea. Coffee. O Pos!"

Cordelia: "Something the matter?"
Angel: "I, um, I think it's gone bad. It's starting to coagulate."
Cordelia: "Huh? No. That's cinnamon. What? I can't try something?"

Frank: "Guy gives me the heebie jeebies. Say, how about instead of this bill, I deliver an eviction notice?"
Hotel Manager: "We can not evict residents on the grounds of the heebie jeebies. Now, if we did, we'd have to shut down."

Judy: "My boyfriend? He's kind of the jealous type."
Angel: "Maybe you shouldn't go wandering into other men's rooms."

Cordelia: "You did notice that Angel neglected to tell us the, for instance, point of all this?"
Wesley: "Ah. Well, I mean, clearly, he has us compiling incidents, arranging data, organizing information in such a way that. . . yes, I did notice that -- the no point thing."

Wesley: "Frankly, I haven't the slightest idea what to do with all this. We could make a collage. Or a mobile!"

Wesley: "Well, now we know one thing for certain."
Cordelia: "Yup! It's not that vampires don't photograph. It's just that they don't photograph well!"

Hotel Manager: "This is the third one in as many months. Why can't they ever do it in their own homes, for god's sakes?"
Frank: "I should've seen it comin'. Guy did seem pretty depressed."
Hotel Manager: "Oh really? How could you tell?"
Frank: "Kinda cheap though. The deathwishers usually tip better, like they know they're not gonna take it with them anyway."

Actor: "Are all screenwriters this crass?"
Blacklisted Writer: "Are all actors this naive?"

Judy: "The entire universe explodes!"
Angel: "Sounds exciting."
Judy: "Well, it's air conditioned."

Judy: "Can you imagine that wallpaper being the last thing you see before you go?"
Angel: "Maybe it was the wallpaper that drove him to it."

Cordelia: "It's kinda like a puzzle -- the Who Died Horribly Because Angel Screwed Up 50 Years Ago Game?"

Wesley: "There's a pattern here. Some force was residing at the Hyperion over the last decades affecting staff and residents. I just fear there's no real way to --"
Cordelia: "A Thesuliac. Paranoia demon -- whispers to its victims, feeds on their innate insecurities."
Wesley: (looks at Cordy)
Cordelia: (holds out phone)" Angel wants to talk to you."

Angel: "It's been a long time since I've opened a vein, but I'll do it you pull any more of that Van Helsing Jr. crap with me. Are we clear?"

Hotel Manager: "What took you so long?"
Frank: "He wouldn't fit."
Hotel Manager: "What? What'd you do with him?"
Frank: "He's in there. I just had to sorta, you know, what do you call it, make him fit. No chance I can get in trouble for that, is there?"

Denver: "So, you were, what, about my age when you were made?"
Angel: "I don't know. How old are you?"
Denver: "Just north of 30."
Angel: "No!"

Denver: "Vampire wanting to slay a demon in order to help some grubby humans? I just don't get it."
Angel: "To be honest, I'm not sure I do either."

Wesley: "Orb of Ramjarin!"
Gunn: ""Orb of Ramjarin, please," makes it happen."

Wesley: "Please. And do be careful. Ancient conjuring orbs are notoriously fragile."
Gunn: (Tosses Orb to Wesley)
Wesley: "ANGEL!"
Angel: "Guys, don't listen to it, alright? Whatever it's whispering to you, just ignore it."
Cordelia: "They were like this all the way over here in the car."
Angel: "Oh."

Angel: "Watch his tentacles."
Cordelia: "Excuse me?!"
Wesley: "Tentacles."

Thesulac: "I don't remember ordering take out, but I like what you brung me. Not as delectable as the last one perhaps, but full of tasty paranoia just the same. Especially that one."
Wesley: "What did he mean by that?"

Wesley: "What did it mean "especially that one"?!"

Judy: "I'm so sorry I killed you. Can you forgive me?"
Angel: "Of course."

Wesley: "I've been accused of a great many things in my time, but paranoid has never been one of them. Unless people have been saying it behind my back."

Cordelia: "Are we finished?"
Angel: "Think so."
Cordelia: "Good. Because I, for one, will be glad to see the last of this place. Gives me the heebie jeebies."
Gunn: "No lie. Plus, it's kinda got an odor to it, you notice that?"
Cordelia: "Seventy years of violence, mayhem, and paranoia? Bad vibes."
Angel: "We're moving in."
Cordelia: "I mean, a few throw pillows -- what's not to love?"

Wesley: "Angel. You don't find me especially paranoid, do you?"
Angel: "Not especially."
Wesley: "Oh, thank god. I was worried."