Angel, Season 3

Lorne:
Oh, relax, crumb cake. Man, little Connor burps like a champ.

Angel:
At least he's sleeping.

Lorne:
Who wouldn't? With that sweet Irish lullaby you crooned. Just a hair flat on the bridge, but - more to the point - Cordelia?

Angel:
What about her?

Lorne:
I read you while you were singing, you big corn muffin, and uh, can't say as I blame. I mean, what a woman she's become.

Angel:
You're not supposed to be reading me. Anyway, you read me wrong.

Lorne:
Sorry, strudel. It's not just when you're singing. We got a little term back in Pylea. Kyrumption?

Angel:
I know it.

Lorne:
Okay. When two great heroes come together-

Angel:
There will be no coming together, okay? Everything we've been through together and all anybody wants to talk about is...

Lorne:
Can't fight Kyrumption, cinnamon buns. It's fate. It's the stars. Kyrumption is...

Angel:
Stop saying that. And stop calling me pastries.