Buffy: Your new sidekick had a vision, I was in it, you came to Sunnydale?
Angel: Okay, maybe not that long. 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: I heard a rumor there was, uh, one less vampire walking around making a nuisance of himself.
Buffy: There is. Guess I should thank you for the tip.
Angel: Pleasure's mine.
Buffy: Course, it would make things easier if I knew how to get in touch with you.
Angel: I'll be around. Buffy: Or who you were? Angel just smiles and moves around to the other side of her.
Buffy: Well... Anyway, you can have your jacket back. Angel: It looks better on you.
Buffy: I know you're there. And I know what you are.
Angel: Do you? I'm just an animal, right?
Buffy: You're not an animal. Animals I like.
Angel: If I can go a little while without getting shot or stabbed I'll be alright. Look, this can't...
Buffy: ...ever be anything. I know. For one thing, you're, like, two hundred and twenty-four years older than I am.
Angel: I just gotta... I gotta walk away from this
. Buffy: I know. Me, too.One of us has to go here.
Angel: I know.
Buffy: She's playing you. She tried to kill you!
Angel: That was just - that was just a cry for help.
Buffy: A cry for help is when you say 'help' in a loud voice.
Buffy: I-I was... just thinking, wouldn't it be funny some time to see each other when it wasn't a blood thing. Not funny ha, ha.
Angel: What are you sayin', you wanna have a date?
Buffy: No.
Angel: You don't wanna have a date?
Buffy: Who said 'date'? I-I-I never said 'date'.
Angel: Right. You just wanna have coffee or somethin'.
Angel: This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.
Buffy: No. When you kiss me I wanna die.
Angel: I thought we had...
Buffy: A date. So did I. But who am I kidding?
Buffy: Dates are things normal girls have. Girls who have time to think about nail polish and facials. You know what I think about? Ambush tactics. Beheading. Not exactly the stuff dreams are made of\