Angel: Not saving the damsel in distress, that's for sure.
Buffy: You know me. Not big with the damseling.
Angel: I got coverage on the whole thing. Very gripping, needs a third act.
Buffy: You have to leave L.A.
Angel: I don't know everything. It's very powerful and probably very dangerous. Has a purifying power... or a cleansing power - or possibly scrubbing bubbles, the translation is... anyway it bestows strength, worn by the right person.
Buffy: You vampires... did anybody ever tell you that the whole smelling everybody thing is a little gross?
Buffy: It's different. He's different. He has a soul now.
Angel: Oh. Well.
Buffy: What?
Angel: No, no, that's great. Everyone's got a soul now.
Buffy: What are you, pissed?
Angel: No, it's great. One for our side.
Buffy: He'll make a difference.
Angel: You know, I started it. The whole... having a soul. Before it was all the "cool new thing"...
Buffy: Oh my god, are you twelve?
Angel: I'm gettin' the brush off for Captain Peroxide, it doesn't bring out the champion in me.
Buffy: Everybody! Why are you so -- Are you gonna come by and get all Dawson on me every time I have a boyfriend?
Angel: Aha! Boyfriend!
Buffy: He's not! But... he is in my heart.
Angel: That'll end well.
Buffy: And what was the highlight of our relationship? The time you broke up with me or the time I killed you?
Buffy: Because... okay, I'm cookie dough, okay?
Angel: Yet another curveball...
Buffy: I'm not done baking yet. I'm not finished becoming... whoever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I've been looking for someone to make me feel whole, and maybe I just need to be whole. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next... maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then if I want someone to eat m -- or, to enjoy warm delicious cookie-me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy... do I have to go with the cookie analogy?
Buffy: Angel. I do. Sometimes... think that far ahead. We both have our lives, but...sometimes...
Angel: Sometimes is something.
Buffy: It'd be a long time coming. Years, if ever.
Angel: I ain't gettin' any older.
Xander: Don't look at me, this is a Summers' thing. It's all very violent.
Buffy: You get killed, I'm telling.
Xander: Operative word "If."
Anya: Operative word "Fail."
Dawn: Or, operative word "Wheeee!" Nobody gets me.
Spike: So where's Tall, Dark and Forehead?
Buffy: Let me guess. You can smell him.
Spike: Yeah, that and I also used my heightened vampire eyeballs to watch you kissing him.
Buffy: Good, good, I haven't had quite enough jealous vampire crap.
Spike: He wears lifts, you know.
Spike: Well you're not staying here! Can't buy me off with shiny beads and sweet talk -- you've got Angel breath.
Buffy: Have you ever considered a cool name? Since you're incorporeal and basically powerless you could call yourself "The Taunter." Strikes fear...
Anya: Come on. Let's go assemble the cannon fodder.
Xander: We're not calling them that, sweetie.
Anya: Not to their faces -- what am I, insensitive?
Principal Wood: 'Cause you're so hot?
Faith: Is what it is, yo.
Principal Wood: Please. I'm much prettier than you.
Faith: No way are you prettier than me.
Principal Wood: Little bit.
Willow: You know, Buffy: Sweet girl, not that bright.
Giles: Could it possibly get uglier? I used to be a highly respected Watcher. Now I'm a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily. I wish I could just sleep.
Amanda: What kind of person could sleep on a night like this?
(Anya sound asleep on the table)
Xander: Only the crazy ones.
Andrew: We will defend it with our very lives.
Anya: Yes, we'll defend it with his very life.
Xander: Don't be afraid to use him as a human shield.
Anya: Good, yes, thanks.
Buffy: So. What do you guys wanna do tomorrow?
Willow: Nothing strenuous...
Xander: Mini-golf is always the first thing that comes to mind.
Buffy: I'm pretty much thinking about shopping. As usual.
Willow: There's an Agnes B. in the new mall!
Xander: I could use a few items.
Giles: Well, no, aren't we gonna discuss this? We're saving the world to go to the mall?
Buffy: I'm having a wicked shoe craving.
Xander: Aren't you on the patch?
Willow: Those never work.
Giles: And I'm just here, invisible to the eye, not having any vote...
Xander: See, it's the eye-patch thing.
Buffy: Right, do you go with the full black secret agent look --
Willow: Or the puffy shirt pirate-slash-poet feel. Sensitive yet manly...
Xander: Now you're gettin' a little renaissance fair on me.
Buffy: It's a fine line.
Giles: The earth is definitely doomed.
Anya: Oh God. I'm terrified. I didn't think... I just figured you would be terrified and I would be sarcastic about it.
Spike: My soul. It's really there. Kinda stings.
Buffy: I love you.
Spike: No you don't. But thanks for saying it.
Andrew: She was incredible. She died saving my life.
Xander: That's my girl. Always doing the stupid thing.
Faith: Looks like the Hellmouth is officially closed for business.
Giles: There is another one in Cleveland. Not to spoil the moment...
