Joyce: Do you really think you're ready, Buffy?
Drusilla: Happy Birthday, Buffy.
Angel: Still, not ever dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?
Buffy: I dreamt... I dreamt that Giles and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas.
Angel: See my point?
Angel: You still haven't told me what you wanted for your birthday.
Buffy: Surprise me.
Angel: Okay. I will.
Buffy: This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.
Angel: It's bedtime for me.
Buffy: Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime. Um... Um, heh... Y-you know what I mean.
Angel: I think so. What do you mean?
Buffy: I like seeing you. The part at the end of the night where we say good-bye... It's getting harder.
Angel: Yeah. It is.
Willow: What do you wanna do?
Buffy: I don't know. I... I mean, 'want' isn't always right thing to do. To act on want can be wrong.
Buffy: But... to not act on want... What if I never feel this way again?
Buffy: Hey, speaking of 'wow' potential, there's Oz over there. What are we thinking, any sparkage?
Willow: He's nice. Hey, I like his hands.
Buffy: Mm. A fixation on insignificant detail is a definite crush sign.
Willow: Do you guys, uh, have a gig tonight?
Oz: Oh, no. Practice. See our band's kinda moving towards this new sound where... we suck, so... practice.
Oz: I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kinda nervous about it, actually. It's interesting.
Willow: Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
Oz: Yeah, it helps. It-it creates a comfort zone. Do you want to go out with me tomorrow night?
Willow: Oh! I can't!
Oz: Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable.
Willow: Oh, it's just it's Buffy's birthday, and we're throwing her a surprise party.
Oz: It's okay.
Willow: But you could come. If you want to.
Oz: Well, I don't wanna crash.
Willow: No, it's fine! Well, you could be m... my date.
Oz: All right. I'm in.
Willow: I said date.
Xander: You know what? Nuff said. Forget it. Must have been my multiple personality guy talking. I call him Idiot Jed, glutton for punishment.
Xander: You ready to get down, you funky party weasel?
Giles: Here comes Buffy. Now remember: discretion is the better part of valor.
Xander: You coulda just said, 'shh!' God are all you Brits such drama queens? Buffy, I feel a pre-birthday spanking coming on.
Jenny: I'd curb that impulse if I were you, Xander.
Xander: Check, cancel spanking.
Buffy: Maybe I should get gone, too.
Drusilla: These flowers... are wrong. They're all... wrong! I can't abide them! *screams*
Spike: Let's try something different with the flowers then.
Spike: Do you like it, baby?
Drusilla: It reeks of death. This will be the best party ever.
Spike: Why is that?
Drusilla: Because... It will be the last.
Xander: Hey! It's the woman of the hour.
Willow: It's Happy Birthday Buffy! Not Happy Birthday Buffy?
Giles: I-it's just that, um, part of the nightmare that Buffy had the other night actually transpired.
Buffy: Which means Drusilla might still be alive. Giles, in my dream, I couldn't stop her. She blindsided me. A-Angel was gone before I knew what happend.
Giles: Even if she is alive, uh, we can still protect Angel. Dreams aren't prophecies, Buffy. Y-y-y-you dreamt that the Master had risen, but you stopped that from happening.
Xander: You ground his bones to make your bread.
Buffy: That's true. Except for the bread part.
Xander: Well, that's not a perky birthday puppy.
Willow: So much for our surprise party. I bought little hats and everything.
Willow: Oh, well. I guess I'll tell Cordelia.
Giles: No, you won't. We're having a party tonight.
Xander: Looks like Mr. Caution Man, but the sound he makes is funny.
Buffy: Sorry, Sacred duty, yada, yade, yada.
Oz: That pretty much sums it up.
Oz: Hey, did everybody see that guy just turn to dust?
Willow: Uh, well, uh... sort of.
Xander: Yep. Vampires are real. A lot of them live in Sunnydale. Willow will fill you in.
Willow: I know its hard to accept at first.
Oz: Actually it explains a lot.
Xander: Well, clearly the Hellmouth's answer to 'what do you get the Slayer who has everything?'
Willow: W-what was that?
Oz: It looked like an arm.
Angel: It-it's a legend... way before my time... of a demon brought forth to rid the Earth of the plague of humanity... seperate the righteous from the wicked... and to burn the righteous down. They call him the Judge.
Angel: She's just crazy enough to do it.
Willow: Do what, reassemble the Judge?
Angel: And bring forth Armageddon.
Cordelia: Is anybody else gonna have cake?
Angel: I have something for you. For your birthday. I... I was gonna give it to you earlier, but...
Buffy: It's beautiful.
Angel: My people -- before I was changed -- they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this. Put it on.
Xander: Hmm, it's sad, granted. But let's look at the upside for a moment. I mean, what kind of a future would she have really had with him? She's got two jobs -- Denny's waitress by day, Slayer by night -- and Angel's always in front of the TV with a big blood belly, and he's dreaming of the glory days when Buffy still thought this whole creature of the night routine was a big turn-on.
Willow: You've thought way too much about this.
Xander: No, no. That's just the beginning. Have I told you the part where I fly into town in my private jet and take Buffy out for prime rib?
Xander: And she cries?
Giles: The more I study the Judge, the less I like him. His touch can literally burn the humanity out of you. A true creature of evil can survive the process. No human ever has.
Xander: What's the problem? We send Cordy to fight this guy, and we go for pizza.
Giles: Round robin?
Willow: It's when everybody calls everybody else's mom and tells them they're staying at everyone's house.
Buffy: Thus freeing us up for world saveage.
Willow: And all-night keggers! What, only Xander gets to make dumb jokes?
Xander: Mom, hi. Xander. Yeah, uh, Willow and I are gonna be coming home.
Giles: Seems Buffy needed some rest.
Angel: Yeah. She hasn't been sleeping well. Tossing and turning. She told me. Because of her dreams?
Drusilla: Do it again! Do it again!
Buffy: I saw this. The party.
Spike: Well, well. Look what we have here. Crashers.
Buffy: I'm sure our invitaions just got lost in the mall.
Drusilla: It's delicious. I only dreamed you'd come. Rrrr.
Angel: I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop.
Buffy: Me, me, too. I can't either.
Angel: Buffy, maybe we shouldn't...
Buffy: Don't. Just kiss me.