Angelus: Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping... waiting... And though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have?

Xander: A visit from the pointed tooth fairy.
Cordelia: Wait, I thought a vampire couldn't come in unless you invited them in.
Giles: Yes, but, uh, once you've invited them in, thereafter they're they're always welcome.
Xander: Y'know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
Cordelia: Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants.
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to havin to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
Buffy: Giles, there has to be some sort of spell to reverse teh invitation, right? Like a barrier, a no shoes, no pulse, no service kind of thing?
Cordelia: Yeah, that works for a car, too?

Jonathan: We're supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Xander: Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This is a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?

Giles: So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of you?
Cordelia: By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night? Why doesn't he just slit her throat or strangel her while she's sleeping or cut her heart out? What? I'm trying to help.

Xander: The nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah approach to battle?
Giles: Yes, Xander, once more you've managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.

Buffy: I'm gonna have to tell her something. The truth?
Giles: No. You-you-you-you can't do that.
Xander: Yeah. The more people who know the secret, the more it cheapens it for the rest of us.
Buffy: But I've got to tell her something. I've gotta do something. Giles, Angel has an all-access pass to my house, and I'm not always there when my mother is. I can't protect her.
Giles: I told you I will find a-a spell.
Buffy: What about until you find a spell?
Cordelia: Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride around with me in my car.

Giles: But as the Slayer, you don't have the luxury of being a slave to your, your passions.

Xander: Hey, how come Buffy doesn't get a snotty 'once again you boil it down to the simplest form' thing? Watcher's pet.

Giles: Uh, since Angel lost his soul, he's regained his sense of whimsy.

Jenny: I know you feel betrayed.
Giles: Yes, well that's one of the unpleasant side effects of betrayl.

Joyce: Don't tell me. He's changed. He's not the same guy you fell for?
Buffy: In a nutshell.

Willow: I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes. Dead or alive.

Buffy: I just hope Giles can find a keep out spell soon. I know I'll sleep easier when I can... sleep easier.

Drusilla: Why, Angel. Where have you been? The sun is almost up, and it can be so hurtful. We were worried.
Spike: No, we weren't.
Drusilla: You must forgive Spike. He's just a bit testy tonight. Doesn't get out much anymore.
Angelus: Well, maybe next time I'll bring you with me, Spike. Might be handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.

Shopkeeper: By the way... Not that it's any of my business, really, but, uh, what are you planning on conjuring up? If you can decipher the text?
Jenny: A present for a friend of mine.
Shopkeeper: Really? What are you gonna give him?
Jenny: His soul.

Xander: Well, good morning, ladies. And what did you two do last night?
Willow: We had kind of a 'pajama party sleepover with weapons' thing.
Xander: Oh. And I don't suppose either of you had the presence of mind to locate a camera to capture the moment.

Giles: I-I found a ritual to revoke the invitation to vampires.
Cordelia: Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my grandmother into switching cars with me last night.

Cordelia: Willow, are you aware that there are not fish in your aquarium?
Buffy: You know, Cordelia, we've already done your car. Call it a night if you want.
Cordelia: Right. Thanks. And you know I'd do the same for you if you had a social life.

Angelus: You don't understand, Joyce. I'll die without Buffy. She'll die without me.
Joyce: Are you threatening her?
Angelus: Please... Why is she doing this to me?
Joyce: I'm calling the police now.
Angelus: I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love. I need her. I know you understand.

Buffy: Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks.

Jenny: Angel... How did you get in here?
Angel: I was invited. The sign in front of the school... 'Formatia trans sicere educatorum'.
Jenny: 'Enter all ye who seek knowledge'.
Angelus: What can I say? I'm a knowledge seeker.

Angelus: Oh, my cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that. Deja vu just isn't what it used to be. My... Isn't this my lucky day. The computer... and the pages. Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone. And teacher makes three.

Angelus: Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get off. Ah... I never get tired of doing that.

Joyce: Was he the first? No, wait. I don't wanna know. I don't think I want to.
Buffy: Yeah. He was the first. I mean, the only.
Joyce: He's older than you.
Buffy: I know.
Joyce: Too old, Buffy. And he's obviously not very stable. I really wish... I just thought you would show more judgement.
Buffy: He wasn't like this before.
Joyce: Are you in love with him?
Buffy: I was.
Joyce: Were you careful?
Buffy: Mom, this is not time...
Joyce: Don't 'Mom' me, Buffy. You don't get to get out of this. You had sex with a boy you didn't even see fit to tell me you were dating.
Buffy: I made a mistake.
Joyce: Yeah, well, don't just say that to shut me up, because I think you really did.
Buffy: I know that! I-I can't tell you everything.
Joyce: How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of you life, I am pretty much used to that. But don't expect me to ever stop caring about you, beacuse it's never gonna happen. I love you more than anything in the world. That would be your cue to, uh, roll your eyes and tell me I'm grossing you out.
Buffy: You're not.
Joyce: Oh well... I guess that was the talk.
Buffy: So how'd it go?
Joyce: I don't know, it was my first.

Angelus: Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatrid... and the ecstasy of grief.

Xander: I guess Giles had a big night planned tonight.
Buffy: Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift.
Xander: Oh, man. Poor Giles.

Cordelia: So Giles is gonna try to kill Angel then?
Xander: Well, it's about time somebody did.
Willow: Xander!
Xander: I'm sorry, but let's not forget that I hated Angel long before you guys jumped on the bandwagon. So I think I deserve a little something for not saying 'I told you so' long before now. And if Giles wants to go after the, uh, fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say 'Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'
Buffy: You're right.
Xander: Thank you.
Buffy: There's only one thing wrong with Giles' little revenge scenerio.
Xander: And what's that?
Buffy: It's gonna get him killed.

Angelus: Don't worry, roller boy. I've got everything under control.

Giles: Why did you come here?! This wasn't your fight!
Buffy: Are you trying to get yourself killed?! You can't leave me. I can't do this alone.

Angelus: It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

Buffy: I can't hold on to the past anymore. Angel's gone. Nothing's ever gonna bring him back.

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