Cordelia: He saw Buffy. He was in Sunnydale for three days, tracking her and that thingymagiggy you saw in your vision. Where is the crabby scowl, the morbid gloom? This just means that it cut deeper then usual. Batten down the hatches, here comes Hurricane Buffy.
Doyle: You think? Maybe he's over her.
Cordelia: You have so much to learn little Irish man.
Angel: Look, Buffy will always be a part of me, and that's never going to change. But she's human and I'm - not. And that's never going to change. We said our good-byes, no need to stir any of this up again.
Cordelia: You don't want to 'stir', but if my ex came to town and was all stalking me in the shadows and then left and then didn't even say 'hello' I'd be...
Buffy: A little upset. Wouldn't you?
Cordelia: Buffy! - Buffy's here in town. - What brings you to...
Buffy: I came to see my father. Thought I'd stop by.
Cordelia: What a surprise!
Buffy: What is it? You can see me, but I can't see you? What are we playing here?
Angel: We're not. I'm not playing anything. I wrestled with this decision...
Buffy: Which you made without me.
Angel: I tried to do what I thought was right. It's complicated how this all happened, Buffy, you know? It's kind of a long story.
Buffy: You're new sidekick had a vision, I was in it, you came to Sunnydale?
Angel: Okay, maybe not that long.
Buffy: And I don't need you around, trying to protect me. Unless, of course, I'm in some gigantic fight to the death, which - I was last night. That was you helping me, wasn't it?
Angel: I was in the neighborhood - skulking.
Doyle: So that's the Slayer.
Cordelia: That's our Buffy.
Doyle: Well, she seemed a little...
Cordelia: Bulgarian in that outfit?
Doyle: No, I was going to say hurt.
Cordelia: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.
Doyle: Where are we going?
Cordelia: Oh, they'll be into this for a while. We still have time for a cappuccino and probably the director's cut of 'Titanic'.
Buffy: So let's just stick to the plan. We keep our distance until a lot of time has passed. Given enough time we should be able to...
Buffy: Friend of yours?
Angel: Never saw if before.
Buffy: It was rude. We should go kill it.
Angel: I'm free.
Angel: It's wounded. I can smell its blood.
Buffy: Oh. Great. - Handy skill.
Buffy: Angel? You okay?
Angel: I feel weird.
Buffy: I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came to see you so I could tell you face-to-face not to see me face-to-face anymore, - and I know there is a fly in the logic ointment here somewhere, but... The next thing I knew we're being attacked by this mutant ninja demon thing, and then we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's just really confusing being around you.
Angel: No, I meant I felt weird from the demons blood. It's powerful.
Buffy: Oh. Okay. Let's just rewind Buffy's little outburst and pretend it never happened.
Buffy: No matter how much we miss each other.
Angel: Or what we feel in the moment.
Buffy: If we let something happen here - we'd want more. - And nothing's changed. We'd only end up having to leave each other again.
Angel: And that's the best case scenario.
Buffy: Oh, boy. I was really jonesing for another heartbreaking sewer talk.
Cordelia: Oh, my God!
Cordelia: She killed him!... Oops! My bad. It's just dust I forgot to sweep under the rug.
Doyle: What, are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Cordelia: What's wrong? What happened? - Did you do it with Buffy? Watch it, Doyle, don't get too close. - Hey, you walked in the front door - from the street! You got...
Cordelia: An umbrella!
Angel: Yeah. I'm mortal now. I have a mortal body. And I'm so - hungry!
Cordelia: Look out, he's gonna eat... everything in sight!
Angel: Oh my God. Food. This is unbelievable. This is so... You know, I forgot how good it all tastes when you're alive!
Cordelia: Yeah, and they didn't even have Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip when you were alive.
Angel: Mmm, I want some! Can you get that?
Cordelia: It'll go straight to your thighs.
Doyle: Maybe we can try the Oracles. But hey, if they turn you into a toad - don't say I didn't warn you.
Angel: 'The Gateway for Lost Souls' is under the post office?
Doyle: It makes sense if you think about it.
Woman: I like Time. There is so little and so much of it.
Cordelia: Let me explain the lore here, okay? They suffer, they fight. That's business as usual. They get groiny with each other, the world as we know it falls apart.
Doyle: Well, he's not cursed anymore. And anyway, you can't be sure that they're...
Cordelia: Oh, please! They've got the forbidden love of all time. They have been apart for months. Now he's suddenly human? I'm sure they are down there just having tea and crackers.
Buffy: You know it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about 10 zillion times, because today would have been a real let down. - So how does the mature plan go? You call me? I call you? What?
Angel: We stay in touch - just not...
Buffy: Literally. - Funny.
Cordelia: Oh god, what am I going to do? I'm good for exactly two things: International Superstardom, or helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but - colorful resume.
Doyle: Don't you want to wake the girl?
Angel: Not for the world.
Cordelia: Oh, you want to talk about being mature? Maybe it's time you grew up and realized that you can't have everything. You can't have Angel and save the world.
Mohra: Together you were powerful. Alone, you are dead. What do you think of the great warrior now?
Woman: You're asking to be what you were, a demon with a soul, because of the Slayer?
Man: Oh, this is a matter of love. It does not concern us.
Angel: Yes, it does. The Mohra demon came to take a warrior from your cause - and it succeeded. I'm no good to you like this. I know you have it in your power to make this right. Please.
Man: What is done can not be undone.
Woman: What is not yet done can be avoided.
Man: Temporal folds are not to indulge at - the whims of lower beings.
Woman: You are wrong. This one is willing to sacrifice every drop of human happiness and love he has ever known for another. He is not a lower being.
Man: There is one way. But it is not to be undertaken lightly.
Woman: We swallow this day, as though it had never happened. Twenty-four hours from the moment the demon first attacked you, we take it back.
Angel: Then none of this happened and Buffy and I... What - what'll stop us from doing the exact same thing again?
Woman: You. You alone will carry the memory of this day. - Can you carry that burden?
Angel: I went to see the Oracles. I asked them to turn me back.
Buffy: What? - Why?
Angel: Because more than ever I know how much I love you.
Buffy: A minute? No. No, it's not enough time!
Buffy: Yeah. Okay. - So I guess we've covered it, right?
Angel: I guess we did.
Buffy: And that's all there really is to say.
Angel: Yeah. - That's it.