Xander: Well, he's buff! She never said anything about him being buff!
Willow: You think he's buff?
Xander: He's a very attractive man! How come that never came up?
Buffy: Well! Look who's here!
Angel: Hi.
Buffy: I'd say it's nice to see you, but then we both know that's a big fib.
Angel: I won't be long.
Buffy: No, you'll just give me a cryptic warning about some exciting new catastrophe, and then
disappear into the night. Right?
Angel: You're cold.
Buffy: You can take it.
Angel: I mean, you look cold.
Xander: Oh, right! Give her your jacket. It's a balmy night, no one needs to be trading clothing
out there!
Buffy: What happened?
Angel: I didn't pay attention.
Buffy: To somebody with a big fork?
Angel: He's coming.
Buffy: The Fork Guy?
Angel: Don't let him corner you. Don't give him a moment's mercy. He'll rip your throat out.
Buffy: Okay, I'll give you improved marks for that one. Ripping a throat out, it's a strong visual, it's not cryptic!
Angel: I have to go.
Buffy: Sweet dreams to you, too.
Giles: That's all he said? Fork Guy?
Buffy: That's all Cryptic Guy said: Fork Guy.
Giles: I think there are too many guys in your life.
Xander: It's funny how the Earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it to.
Buffy: Hot dog surprise. Be still, my heart.
Willow: Call me old-fashioned, I don't want any more surprises in my hot dogs.
Xander: I wonder what she sees in me? It's probably the quiet good looks coupled with a certain smoky
magnetism.
Buffy: Yes, I lied, I'm a bad person, let's move on.
Giles: Uh, well, basically the, uh, the She-Mantis assumes the form of a beautiful woman and then
lures innocent virgins back to her nest.
Buffy: Virgins? Well, Xander's not a, uh...I mean, he's probably...
Willow: ...gonna die!
Xander: ...I realize it's no mystery guy handing out leather jackets, and while we're on the subject,
what kind of a girlie name is 'Angel' anyway?
Buffy: Well...Anyway, you can have your jacket back.
Angel: It looks better on you.
Buffy: Oh boy.
