Daniel: "You! You're not human."
Angelus: "Not of late, no."
Buffy: "And then he just bailed. He didn't say anything. He just took off. It was so weird."
Xander: "Angel? Weird? What are the odds?"
Xander: "So, you doing anything special?"
Buffy: "Tree. Nog. Roast beast. Just me and Mom and hopefully an excess of gifts. What are you doing for Christmas?"
Willow: "Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everybody worships Santa."
Buffy: "I just meant for vacation."
Xander: "Well, I'll be enjoying my annual Christmas Eve camp-out. See, I take my sleeping bag outside and I go to sleep on the grass."
Willow: "Sounds fun."
Xander: "Yeah, I like to look at the stars, you know? Fell the whole nature vibe."
Cordelia: "I thought you slep outside to avoid your family's drunken Christmas fights."
Xander: "Yes. And that was a confidence I was hoping you would share with everyone."
Xander: "That's the Christmas spirit."
Willow: "Hello, still Jewish. Chanukah spirit, I believe that was?"
Willow: "But it's a history that's in the past. Well, I-I guess most history is in the past. But it's over."
Oz: "This is what I do know: I miss you. Like, every second. Almost like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso. So, I think I'd be willing to... give it a shot."
Willow: "Do you want us to... to hug now?"
Oz: "Yeah, I'm good for that."
Joyce: "Maybe we should invite Faith to spend Christmas Eve with us."
Buffy: "I don't know. Faith and I don't really hang out. Or talk or make eye contact lately."
Joyce: "Do you really wanna let her spend Christmas Eve all by herself in that dingy little motel room?"
Buffy: "You're still number one with a guilt trip, Mom."
Joyce: "I try."
Buffy: "I like the lights."
Faith: "Yeah. Well, tis the season. Whatever that means."
Angel: "I've been seeing... I've... I've had dreams lately about the past. It's... It's like I'm living it again. It's, it's so vivid, I... I need to know. I need to know why I'm here."
Giles: "Here? Back on Earth?"
Angel: "I should be in a demon dimension suffering an eternity of torture."
Giles: "I don't feel particularly inclined to argue with that."
Angel: "But I'm not. I was freed, and I don't understand why."
Giles: "Knowing why you were back would give you peace of mind?"
Angel: "It might."
Angel: "What do you want?"
Jenny: "I wanna die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but guess that's off the menu."
Angel: "I'm sorry."
Jenny: "You're sorry? For me? Don't bother. I'm dead. I'm over it. If you wanna feel sorry for someone, you should feel sorry for yourself. Oh, but I guess you've already got that covered."
Angel: "I'm sorry... for what I've done. What else can I say to you?"
Jenny/Daniel: "I don't wanna make you feel bad."
Daniel: "I just want to show you who you are."
Xander: "Where do we start? Look, I'm aware I haven't been the mostest best friend to you when it comes to the whole Angel thing, and, um, I don't know, maybe I finally got the Chanukah spirit."
Buffy: "Are you sure this is how you wanna spend your Christmas vacation?"
Xander: "Yeah, this is actually the most exciting thing I've got planned. Who else can claim that pathetic a social life?"
Willow: "Hey, guys. What are we doing?"
Margaret: "But you see, that's what makes you different than other beasts. They kill to feed, but you took more kinds of pleasure in it than any creature that walks or crawls."
Angel: "A demon isn't a man. I was a man once."
Jenny: "Oh, yes, and what a man you were."
Margaret: "A drunken, whoring layabout, and a terrible disappointment to your parents."
Angel: "I was young. I never had a chance to..."
Margaret: "To die of syphilis? You were a worthless being before you were ever a monster."
Jenny: "Take her. Take what you want. Pour all that frustration and all that guilt into her, and you'll be free."
Jenny: "You can't live for eternity with all that pain. This is what you are. This is why we brought you back. Take her! And then you'll be ready... to kill her."
Buffy: "First what?"
Giles: "Evil. Absolute evil, older than man, than demons. It could have had the power to bring Angel back."
Willy: "Well... I heard a few things, you know, from the underground."
Xander: "The underground?"
Willy: "Yeah, you know. From things that live under the ground."
Willy: "Hey. You did great, by the way. I was very intimidated by you."
Xander: "Really? Thanks!"
Buffy: "Let's go."
Willy: "Hey, kid. Merry Christmas."
Oz: "You ever have that dream where you're in a play, and it's the middle of the play and you really don't know your lines, and you kinda don't know the plot?"
Buffy: "Nothing like a roaring fire to keep away the blistering heat."
Joyce: "Oh, come on. It's lovely. Maybe I should turn the air conditioning on. So, angel's on top again?"
Joyce: "Angel or star?"
Buffy: "Oh, uh... star. Star."
Jenny: "She wants you to touch her. What are you waiting for?"
Angel: "You have to stay away from me."
Buffy: "You came to see me to tell me that I can't see you?"
Jenny: "She wants you to taste her. Think of the peace. You'll never have to see us again."
Jenny: "Couldn't you just... feel her? Couldn't you almost smell her skin? You never were a fighter, Angel, don't start trying now. Sooner or later you will drink her."
Angel: "I'll never hurt her."
Jenny: "You were born to hurt her. Have you learned nothing? As long as you are alive..."
Angel: "Then I'll die."
Jenny: "You don't have the strength to kill yourself."
Angel: "I don't need strength. I just need the sun to rise."
Jenny: "You're not supposed to die. This isn't the plan. But it'll do."
Jenny/The First: "Hmm. You think you can fight me? I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate."
Buffy: "Alright, I get it. You're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?"
Jenny/The First: "Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas... will be his wake."
Jenny/The First: "You have no idea what you're dealing with."
Buffy: "Lemme guess. Is it... evil?"
Angel: "It told me to kill you. You were in the dream. You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again."
Buffy: "I know what it told you. What does it matter?"
Angel: "Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, and I know it'll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care. Look, I'm weak. I've never been anything else. It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man."
Buffy: "You're weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it's because it needs you. And that means that you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends. But if you die now, then all that you ever were was a monster."
Angel: "Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!"
Buffy: "What about me? I love you so much... And I tried to make you go away... I killed you and it didn't help. And I hate it! I hate that it's so hard... and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't."
Angel: "Buffy, please. Just this once... let me be strong."
Buffy: "Strong is fighting! It's hard, and it's painful, and it's everyday. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can't convince you that you belong in this world, then I don't know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don't expect me to mourn for you, because..."
* They stop because it has begun to snow *