Angel, Season 3

Cordelia:
I know you don't want to talk about it but you don't mess with dark magics and expect to just walk away like it doesn't matter.

Angel:
Doesn't matter. It was a waste of time.

Cordelia:
Still, I should probably know what kind of spell it was. You know there's almost always some cosmic price to using primordial powers. There could be repercussions. And you know the one person who might be able to help us with that isn't around any more.

[Angel gives her a stare.]

Cordelia:
Not going there. Just saying..

[Angel walks away.]

Cordelia:
You can run away and avoid talking about this but you know as well as I do: stuff we do in the past usually comes back to bite us in our respective assi and what you did...

Angel:
Okay, so maybe I wasn't thinking too clearly. I mean I was drunk for awhile there, drunk in my own son's blood, slipped into my food by the good folks at Wolfram and Hart. And my head was little clouded with rage over a trusted friend stealing my child from me.. Damn it Cordelia, you got me talking about this.