Master: Zachary was strong, and he was careful. And still the Slayer takes him... as she has taken so many of my family. It wears thin. Collin, what would you do about it?
Collin: I'd annihilate her.
Master: Out of the mouths of babes...
Willow: Ah, the fumigation party.
Willow: It's an annual tradition. The closing of the Bronze for a few days to nuke the cockroaches?
Willow: It's a lot of fun... What's it like where you are?
Buffy: I'm... sorry, I was just, thinking about things...
Buffy: For us to have a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy for us to have a conversation about. Is that a sentence?
Buffy: Angel? I can just see him in a relationship. 'Hi, honey, you're in grave danger. I'll see you next month'.
Willow: He's not around much,it's true.
Buffy: When he is around... it's like the lights dim everywhere else. You know how it's like that with some guys?
Cordelia: Ouch! Please get your extreme oafishness off my two hundered dollar shoes!
Xander: Y'know, hey, I don't know what everyone's talking about. That outfit doesn't make you look like a hooker!
Xander: Boy, that Cordelia is a regular breath of vile air. What are you vixens up to?
Willow: Just sitting here, watching our barren lives pass us by... Oh, look, a cockroach.
Xander: Whoa, well, let's stop this crazy whirligig of fun. I'm dizzy!
Willow: Oh, don't go!
Xander: Uh, yeah! It's early! We could, um, dance!
Buffy: Rain check? Good night.
Buffy: It's late, I'm tired, and I don't wanna play games. Show yourself.
Buffy: Okay, okay... Look, I really don't want to have to fight all three of you... unless I have to.
Angel: Good dogs don't... bite!
Angel: It's alright. A vampire can't come in unless it's invited.
Buffy: I've heard that before, but I've never put it to the test.
Buffy: I was lucky you came along. How did you happen to come along?
Angel: I live nearby. I was just out walking.
Buffy: So, you weren't out following me? I just had this feeling you were.
Angel: Why would I do that?
Buffy: You tell me. You're the mystery guy that appears out of nowhere. I'm not saying I'm not happy about it tonight, but... if you are hanging around I'd like to know why.
Angel: Maybe I like you.
Buffy: So, uh, oh... two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. Um, why don't you take the bed? Y'know, you're wounded...
Angel: I'll take the floor.
Buffy: Uh, no, that's not...
Angel: Oh, believe me, I've had worse.
Buffy: Y'know, I'm the Chosen One, it's my job to fight guys like that. What's your excuse?
Angel: Uh, somebody has to.
Angel: Y-you even look pretty when you go to sleep.
Buffy: Well, when I wake up it's an entirely different story.
Buffy: Do you snore?
Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's in a position to let me know.
Xander: Buffy, c'mon, wake up and smell the seduction. It's the oldest trick in the book.
Buffy: What? Saving my life? Getting slashed in the ribs?
Xander: Duh! I mean, guys'll do anything to impress a girl. I-I once drank an entire gallon of gatorade without taking a breath.
Willow: It was pretty impresive. Although later there was an ick factor.
Willow: How is it you always know this stuff? You always know what's going on. I never know what's going on.
Giles: Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching it.
Willow: No, I was sleeping.
Sign outside library: Library CLOSED for filing. Please come back tomorrow.
Buffy: Cool! Crossbow! Huh. Check out these babies. Hmm. Goodbye stakes, hello flying fatality. What can I shoot?
Buffy: My diary? You read my diary? That is not okay! A diary is like a person's most private place! I... You don't even know what I was writing about! 'Hunk' can mean a lot of things, bad things. And when it says that your eyes are 'penetrating,' I meant to write 'bulging'.
Buffy: And 'A' doesn't even stand for 'Angel' for that matter, it stands for... 'Achmed', a charming foreign exchange student, so that whole fantasy part has nothing to even do with you at all...
Buffy: Oh! Oh.
Angel: I did a lot of thinking today. I really can't be around you. Because when I am...
Buffy: Hey no big. Water... over the bridge, under the bridge...
Angel: When I am all I can ever think about is how badly I want to kiss you.
Buffy: ...over the dam... Kiss me?
Joyce: Buffy, what happened?
Buffy: Un, nothing. I saw a shadow.
Xander: I-I know you have feeling for this guy, but it's not like you're in love with him, right?... You're in love with a vampire?! What, are you outta your mind?!
Xander: Not vampire... How could you love an umpire? Everyone hates em.
Darla: You're not exactly living off quiche. You and I both know what you hunger for. What you need. Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's who we are. It's what makes eternal life worth living. Mm. You can only suppress your real nature for so long. You can feel it brewing inside of you. I hope I'm around when it explodes.
Angel: Maybe you don't wanna be.
Darla: I'm not afraid of you. I bet she is though. Or maybe I'm underestimating her.
Giles: There's mention some two hundred years ago in Ireland of, of Angelus, the one with the angelic face.
Buffy: They got that right.
Xander: I'm not saying anything, I have nothing to say.
Willow: So he is a good vampire! I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being someone who's killing and maiming every night, and one being someone who's... not.
Giles: I say that there's no record, but, uh, vampires hunt and kill. It's, it's what they do.
Xander: Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly.
Willow: Okay, so let's review. Reconstruction began when?... Buffy?
Buffy: Huh? Oh! Um, reconstruction... Uh, reconstruction began after the... construction, which was... shoddy, so they had to reconstruct.
Buffy: You want Xander, you've gotta speak up, girl!
Willow: No, no, no, no. No speaking up. That way leads to madness and sweaty palms.
Joyce: I guess I slipped and cut my neck on... The doctor said it looked like a barbecue fork... We don't have a barbecue fork.
Joyce: Oh, the librarian from your school! What's he doing here?
Giles: Uh, I-I just came to pay my respects, wish you a speedy recovery.
Joyce: Boy, the teachers really do care in this town.
Willow: If you care about somebody you care about them. You can't change that by...
Buffy: ...killing them? Maybe not. But I think it's a start.
Giles: This is no ordinary vampire. If there is such a thing.
Darla: What did you think? Did you think she would understand? That she would look at your face... your true face... and give you a kiss? For a hundred years you've not had a moment's peace because you will not accept who you are. That's all you have to do. Accept it. Don't let her hunt you down. Don't whimper and mewl like a mangy human. Kill! Feed! Live!
Joyce: I-I know she's having trouble with history. I-is it too difficult for her or is she not applying herself?
Giles: She lives very much in the 'now', um, and, uh, history, of course, is, is very much about the, uh... the 'then'.
Angel: I'm just an animal, right?
Buffy: You're not an animal. Animals I like.
Buffy: I've killed a lot of vampires. I've never hated one before.
Angel: Feels good, doesn't it? Feels simple.
Angel: Romany. Gypsies. The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul.
Buffy: What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment?
Angel: When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul. That's gone! No conscience, no remorse... It's an easy way to live. You have not idea what it's like to have done the things I've done... and to care.
Angel: I can walk like a man, but I'm not one. I wanted to kill you tonight.
Buffy: Go ahead... Not as easy as it looks.
Darla: Sure it is!
Darla: So many body parts, so few bullets. Let's begin with the kneecaps. No fun dancing without them.
Xander: Ah, the post fumigation party.
Buffy: Okay, so what's the difference between this and the pre-fumigation party?
Xander: Much heartier cockroaches.
Buffy: It's weird, though. In his way I feel like he's still watching me.
Willow: Well, in a way he sort of is. In the way of that he's right over there.
Xander: I don't need to watch because I'm not threatened. Just gonna look this way.
Angel: Look, this can't...
Buffy: ...ever be anything. I know. For one thing, you're like two hundred and twenty four years older than I am.
Angel: I just gotta... I gotta walk away from this.
Buffy: I know. Me, too. One of us has to go here.
Angel: I know.
Xander: What's going on?
Xander: Well, as long as they're not kissing.
Buffy: You okay?
Angel: It's just...
Buffy: ...painful. I know. See you around?