Buffy: "That was very... artistic."
Buffy: "Wasn't what I expected. I've never actually seen... Well, from the title I thought it was about food."
Angel: "Well there was food."
Buffy: "Right. The, the scene with the, the food. So, feel like getting some hot chocolate? Or some cold shower?"
Angel: "I'm sorry. I wanted to take you out somewhere fun. It's been a long time since I've been to the movies. They changed."
Buffy: "A little scary. And a little not, which is also scary. I'm sorry. I just, I don't like getting you worked up like that. We can't actually do any of those things. You'd lose your soul. Besides, I don't even own a kimono."
Angel: "Buffy, you don't have to worry about me."
Buffy: "Just don't like to rub your nose in it. Suddenly wondering where that expression comes from."
Angel: "It feels nice, just to feel."
Faith: "Check out the lust bunnies."
Wilkins: "And what exactly did this demon look like?"
Wilkins: "You know what I wish? I wish you'd pull your hair back. I know, I know, fashion's not exactly my thing, but, gosh darn it, you know, you've got such a nice face. I can't understand why you hide it."
Wilkins: "Now, first you load up on calcium. Then find this demon, kill the heck out of him, and bring the books to me."
Wilkins: "Drink up. There's nothing uncool about healthy teeth and bones."
Giles: "Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore."
Giles: "There's a reference here to the journal of Desmond Kane, pastor of a town called Sharpsville. 'May 26, 1723. Tomorrow is the Ascension. God help us all.' That was the last anyone heard."
Wesley: "Of Kane?"
Giles: "Of Sharpsville. The town more or less disappeared."
Buffy: "So Ascension possibly not a love-in."
Cordelia: "I have something important to ask you."
Xander: "Important? Let's start calculating the odds, people."
Cordelia: "What are you doing Friday night?"
Wesley: "Uh, I, uh, as always my sacred duty as Watcher prevents me from, ah... Why?"
Cordelia: "I have a paper to write for English and you're English, so I though... What? Is it so wrong to be getting an insider's perspective? I study best in a good restaurant, around eightish? Think it over?"
Xander: "And on the day the words 'flimsy excuse' were redefined, we stood in awe and watched."
Angel: "Take care of yourself."
Faith: "Lifetime of practice."
Wilkins: "Hey, come on, don't be discouraged. You're a bright, young, energetic girl with a whole life ahead of her. And I won't tolerate brooding. So you couldn't give him that one moment of true happiness."
Faith: "I was thinking more along the liness of a long weekend, but okay."
Wilkins: "And he spurns your advances. So be it. There's more than one way to skin a cat. And I happen to know that's factually true."
Wesley: "The Council isn't entirely aware that I'm letting you work for me... um, with me. I don't think they'd be very happy at the idea of the two of us collaborating."
Giles: "Well I wasn't about to burst into glorious song about it myself."
Welsey: "Wait for Faith."
Buffy: "That could be hours. The girl makes Godot look punctual. I'll just go myself."
Wesley: "Buffy, this is a job for the both of you. This demon could be anywhere. If these books are important as he says, he has good reason to hide. Finding him is going to be extremely difficult."
Xander: "Found your demon."
Buffy: "Fashion tip, Wes. Mouth looks better closed."
Xander: "Got the address. I beat it out of Willy the snitch personally."
Buffy: "You beat up Willy?"
Xander: "Sure! Well, actually, let's just say I applied some pressure. Or more accurately, that I asked politely, and then, uh, okay, I bribed him."
Buffy: "How much?"
Xander: "Twenty-eight bucks. Does the Council reimburse for that kind of stuff?"
Giles: "Did you get a receipt?"
Giles: "Again. See, no standards. I mean, any self-respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or a nice crypt."
Buffy: "I'll remember to mention that."
Xander: "Is it me or did it just get really cold in here?"
Willow: "Are you okay? You seem a little on edge. Is there anything that's wrong?"
Buffy: "It's nothing. It's nothing. Alright, alright, stop with the third degree. It's Faith."
Willow: "What about her?"
Buffy: "I went to Angel's last night and Faith was there. They looked sort of intimate."
Willow: "No way. I know what you're thinking and no way!"
Buffy: "You're right. Faith would never do that."
Willow: "Faith would totally do that. Faith was built to do that. She's the do that girl."
Buffy: "Comfort, remember comfort, here?"
Willow: "I mean, please, does Angel come up to Faith's standards for a guy? Let's see, is he breathing?"
Buffy: "Actually, no."
Angel: "I should have known you'd like it on top."
Faith: "You want to listen or you want to die?"
Angel: "As long as you're there, I mostly want you to wriggle."
Cordelie: "You have the greatest voice. Have you ever thought about doing books on tape?"
Xander: "Way to focus CC."
Buffy: "I'll go home and stock up on weapons. Slip into something a little more break-and-enterish."
Cordelia: "I'm in Wesley's group."
Giles: "There is just the one group."
Cordelia: "Yes! And I'm in it."
Angel: "Had a soul, now I'm free."
Wilkins: "That's terrific! Poetic too. Not that I read much poetry except for those little ones in the Reader's Digest. You know, some of thsoe are quite catchy."
Angel: "Kids today. Rush rush rush. Well the point, Angel, is you're a very powerful young man, good for Faith, and there just may be a future for you in Sunnydale. I see you're admiring my letter opener."
Angel: "Well, actually, I was thinking of stabbing you through the heart with it."
Wilkins: "Please do... Nice shot. You see, I'm what you might call impervious. Can't be killed or harmed in any way. And that's just a cornerstone in my plans for this great town of ours."
Angel: "Mmmm. Can't be killed, but you don't like germs?"
Wilkins: "Uck, eew, awful things, unsanitary."
Wilkins: "She's not a little girl anymore."
Xander: "I love when you talk, Wesley. I love when you sing Wesley. Can you say the world jailbait, Wesley? Limey bastard. Hey guys! Man, where you been? You gotta find Buffy. She's going to her place and stocking up on..."
* Angel punches Xander in the jaw without breaking stide, Xander falls to the ground *
Angel: "That guy just bugs me."
Angel: "Hi, Joyce, nice to see you. Is Buffy home?"
Joyce: "Upstairs. Pleas tell me it's not some vampire thing."
Angel: "The only vampire here is me, Joyce. Say, you change your hair?"
Xander: "You know how some people hate to say I told you so? Not me. I told you so. Angel's back in the really bad sense, and uh, I told you so."
Wesley: "Angelus has turned? Xander, this is terribly serious. Are you sure?"
Xander: "Gee, let me think. Kind of hard to tell. Last thing I remember was his fist."
Xander: "Guess who's Angel's new playmate?"
Willow: "Faith and Angel? Together?"
Xander: "Imagine the possibilities."
Faith: "Bondage looks good on you, B. The outfit's all wrong, but, hey!"
Faith: "Say it, you think you're better than me."
Buffy: "I am. Always have been."
Faith: "Um, maybe you didn't notice. Angel's with me."
Buffy: "And how did you get him, Faith? Magic? Cast some sort of spell? Cause in the real world, Angel would never touch you and we both know it."
* Faith backhands Buffy *
Buffy: "You had to tie me up to beat me. There's a word for people like you, Faith. Loser."
Buffy: "I never knew you had so much rage in you."
Faith: "What can I say? I'm the world's best actor."
Angel: "Second best."
Faith: "What are you gonna do, B, kill me? You become me. You're not ready for that yet."
Willow: "His debt to you is repaid? What did you do?"
Giles: "I introduced him to his wife."
Xander: "Yes, I feel so much better knowing that he broke my face in a good way. It's a good bruise."
Buffy: "He was only acting, Xander. It was just an act."
Wilkins: "Stilll unhappy? Okey doke. I've got two words that are going to make all the pain go away. Miniature golf."
Angel: "You still my girl?"