Welcome to the Hellmouth
Angel: Ah, heh. Is there a problem, ma'am?
Buffy: Yeah, there's a problem. Why are you following me?
Angel: I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I don't bite.
Angel: Truth is, I thought you'd be taller, or bigger muscles and all that. You're pretty spry, though.
Buffy: What do you want?
Angel: The same thing you do.
Buffy: Okay. What do I want?
Angel: To kill them. To kill them all.
Buffy: Sorry, that's incorrect. But you do get this lovely watch and a year's supply of Turtle Wax. What I want is to be left alone!
Angel: Do you really think that's an option anymore? You're standing at the Mouth of Hell. And it's about to open.
Angel: Don't turn your back on this. You've gotta be ready.
Buffy: What for?
Angel: For the Harvest.
Buffy: Who are you?
Angel: Let's just say... I'm a friend.
Buffy: Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.
Angel: I didn't say I was yours.
The Harvest
Buffy: I don't suppose you've got a key on you?
Angel: They really don't like me dropping in.
Buffy: Why not?
Angel: They really don't like me.
Buffy: How could that possibly be?
Angel: I knew you'd figure out this entryway sooner or later. Actually, I thought it was gonna be a *little* sooner.
Buffy: Sorry you had to wait. Okay. Look, if you're gonna be popping up with this Cryptic Wise Man act on a regular basis, can you at least tell me your name?
Angel: Angel.
Buffy: Angel. It's a pretty name.
Angel: Don't... go down there.
Buffy: Deal with my going.
Angel: You shouldn't be putting yourself at risk. Tonight is the Harvest. Unless you can prevent it, the Master walks.
Buffy: Well, if this Harvest thing is such a suckfest, why don't you stop it?
Angel: 'Cause I'm afraid.
Angel: They'll be expecting you.
Buffy: I've got a friend down there. Or at least a potential friend. Do you know what it's like to have a friend?
Buffy: That wasn't supposed to be a stumper.
Angel: When you hit the tunnels head east towards the school. That's where you're likely to find them.
Buffy: You gonna wish me luck?
Angel: Good luck!
Teacher's Pet
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.
Buffy: A little big on me. 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.
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?
Buffy: Well... Anyway, you can have your jacket back.
Angel: It looks better on you.
Buffy: Oh boy!
Never Kill a Boy on the First Date
Angel: Buffy.
Buffy: Angel.
Cordelia: Why is this happening to me?
Angel: I was hoping I'd find you here.
Buffy: You were?
Angel: Some serious stuff happening tonight. You need to be out there.
Buffy: No, not you, too.
Angel: What do you know?
Buffy: Prophecy, Anointed One, yada, yada, yada...
Angel: So you know. Fine. I just thought I'd warn you.
Buffy: Warn me? You see that guy over there at the bar? (walks around him and faces Owen) He came here to be with me.
Angel: You're here on a date?
Buffy: Yes! Why is it such a shock to everyone?
Owen: Here you go.
Buffy: Oh. Um, Owen, this is Angel. Angel, this is Owen. Who is my date.
Angel: Hey.
Owen: Hey! So. Where do you know Buffy from?
Angel: Work.
Owen: You work?
Angel
Angel
Angel: It's alright. A vampire can't come in unless it's invited.
Buffy: I've heard that before, but I've never put it to the test. Oh... I'll go get some bandages, just... take your jacket and your shirt off.
Buffy: Nice tattoo. I was lucky you came along. How did you happen to come along?
Angel: I live nearby. I was just out walking.
Buffy: So, you weren't following me? I just had this feeling you were.
Angel: Why would I do that?
Buffy: You tell me. You're the Mystery Guy that appears out of nowhere. I'm not saying I'm not happy about it tonight, but... if you are hanging around I'd like to know why.
Angel: Maybe I like you.
Buffy: Maybe...
Angel: Look, I don't wanna get you in any more trouble...
Buffy: And I don't wanna get you dead. They could still be out there. (moves to the center of the room) So, uh, oh... two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. (faces him) Um, why don't you take the bed? Y'know, you're wounded...
Angel: I'll take the floor.
Buffy: Uh, no, that's not...
Angel: Oh, believe me, I've had worse.
Buffy: Okay. Um, then why don't you check and see if the Fang Gang is still loitering and, um, keep your back turned while I change?
Angel: I don't see them.
Buffy: Y'know, I'm the Chosen One, it's my job to fight guys like that. What's your excuse?
Angel: Uh, somebody has to.
Buffy: Well, what does your family think of your career choice?
Angel: They're dead.
She has finished changing and comes over to him.
Buffy: Was it vampires?
Angel: I-it was.
Buffy: I'm sorry.
Angel: It was a long while ago.
Buffy: So, this is a vengeance gig for you.
Angel: Y-you even look pretty when you go to sleep.
Buffy: Well, when I wake up it's an entirely different story.
They go over to her bed. She hands him the comforter from it.
Buffy: Here. Sleep tight.
Buffy: Angel?
Angel: Hmm?
Buffy: Do you snore?
Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know.
Buffy: Angel?
Angel: Hey.
She turns on her desk lamp.
Buffy: Brought you some dinner. It's a little plateless, sorry.
She hands him a plastic bag full of food that she pilfered from dinner. He accepts it and looks at it.
Buffy: So! What'd you do all day?
Angel: Uh, I read a little.
Buffy looks over to her diary. It's out of place.
Angel: And just thought about a lot of things. Buffy, I...
Buffy: My diary? You read my diary? That is *not* okay! A diary is like a person's most private place! I... You don't even know what I was writing about! 'Hunk' can mean a lot of things, bad things. And, and when it says that your eyes are 'penetrating', I meant to write 'bulging'.
Angel: Buffy...
Buffy: And 'A' doesn't even stand for 'Angel' for that matter, it stands for... 'Achmed', a charming foreign exchange student, so that whole fantasy part has nothing to even do with you at all...
Angel: Your mother moved your diary when she came in to straighten up. I watched from the closet. I didn't read it, I swear.
Buffy: Oh! Oh.
Angel: I did a lot of thinking today. I really can't be around you. Because when I am...
Buffy: Hey, no big. Water... over the bridge, under the bridge...
Angel: When I am all I can ever think about is how badly I want to kiss you.
Buffy: ...over the dam... Kiss me?
Angel: I'm older than you, and this can't ever... I better go.
Buffy: H-how much older?
Angel: I should...
Buffy: ...go... You said...
Angel: I just wanted to see if you were okay. And your mother.
Buffy: We're both good. You?
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.
Cut to Willow and Xander.
Xander: What's going on?
Willow: Nothin'...
Xander: Well, as long as they're not kissing.
Willow just watches and says nothing. Cut to Angel and Buffy.
Buffy: You okay?
Angel: It's just...
Buffy: ...painful. I know. See you around?
Prophecy Girl
Angel: By the way, I really like your dress.
Buffy: Yeah, yeah. Big hit with everyone.
When She Was Bad
Buffy: Hello.
Angel: Mind if I come in?
Buffy: Be my guest.
Angel: How are you?
Buffy: Peachy. So, is this a social call? It is kinda late. Or, well, it is for me, anyway. What is it for you, lunch hour?
Angel: It's not a social call.
Buffy: Ah. So, lemme guess. That means grave danger. Gosh, it's good to be home.
Angel: I'm sorry. I wish I had better news.
Buffy: So, some of your cousins are in town for a family barbecue, and we're all on the menu!
Angel: The Anointed One. He's been gathering forces somewhere in town. I'm not sure why.
Buffy: Guess I'll find out soon enough, huh?
Angel: You don't sound too concerned.
Buffy: I can handle myself. Besides, I could use a little action anyway.
Angel: Don't underestimate the Anointed One just because he looks like a child. He has power over the rest of them. They'll do anything for him.
Buffy: Is that it? Is that everything? Y'know, 'cause you woke me up from a really good dream.
Angel: Sorry. I'll go. (turns around to go, but pauses) I missed you.
Buffy: I missed you?
Buffy: Hi.
Angel: Hi.
Buffy: So, is there danger at the Bronze? Should I beware?
Angel: I can't help thinking I've done something to make you angry. And that bothers me more than I'd like.
Buffy: I'm not angry. I don't know where that comes from.
Angel: What are you afraid of? Me? Us?
Buffy: Could you contemplate getting over yourself for a second? There's no 'us'. Look, Angel, I'm sorry if I was supposed to spend the summer mooning over you, but I didn't. I moved on. To the living.
Buffy: Y'know, being stalked isn't really a big turn-on for girls.
Angel: You need help. Someone to watch your back.
Buffy: Sure you don't mean my neck?
Angel: Why are you ridin' me?
Buffy: Because I don't trust you. You're a vampire. Oh, I'm sorry, was that an offensive term? Should I say 'undead American'?
Angel: You have to trust someone. You can't do this alone.
Buffy: I trust me.
Angel: You're not as strong as you think.
Buffy: You think you can take me?
Angel: What?
Buffy: Oh, c'mon! I mean, you must've thought about it. What would happen if it ever came down to a fight, you vampire, me the Slayer, I mean, you must've wondered! Well, why don't we find out?
Angel: I'm not gonna fight you.
Buffy: Come on! Kick my ass!
Angel: Don't you have somewhere to be?
Buffy: I do.
Angel: Well, you're wasting time.
Buffy: Just stay out of my way.
Angel: Happy to oblige.
Some Assembly Required
Angel: Hey.
Angel: Is this a bad time?
Buffy: Are you crazy? You don't just sneak up on people in a graveyard. You make noise when you walk. You stomp or... yodel.
Angel: I heard you were on the hunt.
Buffy: I'm supposed to be, but... lazy bones here doesn't wanna come out and play.
Angel: When you first wake up it's a little disorienting. He'll show.
Buffy: It's weird to think of you going through that.
Angel: It's weird to go through. So, uh, you're here alone?
Buffy: Yeah! Why?
Angel: I just thought you'd have somebody with you. Xander or someone.
Buffy: Xander.
Angel: Or someone.
Buffy: Nope. Why? Are you jealous?
Angel: Of Xander? Please. He's just a kid.
Buffy: Is it 'cause I danced with him?
Angel: 'Danced with' is a pretty loose term. 'Mated with' might be a little closer.
Buffy: Don't you think you're being a little unfair? It was one little dance, which I only did to make you crazy, by the way. Behold my success.
Angel: I am not jealous.
Buffy: You're not jealous? What, vampires don't get jealous?
Angel: See? Whenever we fight you always bring up the vampire thing.
Buffy: Well, I didn't come here to fight.
The vampire lunges at her and knocks her into Angel. They fall to the ground, but Buffy quickly gets up.
Buffy: Oh, right, I did.
Buffy: Where's my stake? I-I know I had a stake!
Angel: I didn't see a stake!
Buffy: What do you mean he's just a kid? Does that mean I'm just a kid, too?
Angel: Look, obviously I made a mistake coming here tonight.
Buffy: Oh, no you don't. You can't just turn and walk away from me like that. It takes more than that to get rid of me.
Buffy: God, the whole thing was so creepy. Well, at the same time, I mean... he did do it all for his brother.
Angel: Sounds like he took it a little over the edge.
Buffy: Love makes you do the wacky.
Angel: What?
Buffy: Crazy stuff.
Angel: Oh. Crazy, like a two-hundred-and-forty-one-year-old being jealous of a high school junior?
Buffy: Are you fessing up?
Angel: I've thought about it. Maybe it bothers me a little.
Buffy: I don't love Xander.
Angel: Yeah, but he's in your life. He gets to be there when I can't. Take your classes, eat your meals, hear your jokes and complaints. He gets to see you in the sunlight.
Buffy: I don't look that good in direct light.
Angel: It'll be morning soon.
Buffy: I should probably go. I could walk you home.
School Hard
Buffy: We were at the Bronze before. Thought you said you might show.
Angel: You said you weren't sure if you were going.
Buffy: I was being cool. C'mon, you've been dating for, what, like, two hundred years? You don't know what a girl means when she says maybe she'll show?
Reptile Boy
Angel: There's blood on it.
Buffy: Hi. It's nice to... Blood?
Angel: I can smell it.
Buffy: Oh. It's pretty thin. It probably belonged to a girl.
Angel: Probably.
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'.
Buffy: Coffee?
Angel: I knew this was gonna happen.
Buffy: What? What do you think is happening?
Angel: You're sixteen years old. I'm two hundred and forty-one.
Buffy: I've done the math.
Angel: You don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you want...
Buffy: Oh. No, I, I think I do. I want out of this conversation.
Angel: Listen, if we date you and I both know one thing's gonna lead to another.
Buffy: One thing already has led to another. You think it's a little late to be reading me a warning label?
Angel: I'm just tryin' to protect you. This could get outta control.
Buffy: Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
He grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her closer. She draws a startled breath.
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.
She pulls herself free and runs off.
Willow: (to Buffy) Have you heard from Angel? When he got so mad about you being in danger, and changed into a grr, it was the most amazing thing I ever saw. I mean, how many guys can...
Xander: Angel, Angel, Angel. Does every conversation we have have to come around to that freak? Hey, man, how you doin'?
Angel: Buffy.
Buffy: Angel.
Xander: Xander!
Angel: I hear this place, uh, serves coffee. I thought maybe you and I should get some. Sometime. If you want.
Buffy permits herself a bit of a smile.
Buffy: Yeah. Sometime. I'll let you know.
Halloween
Angel: Buffy!
Buffy: Hi! I'm...
Angel: Late.
Buffy: Rough day at the office.
Angel: So I see.
Buffy: Hey, it's a look. A seasonal look.
Cordelia: Buffy. Love the hair. It just screams street urchin.
Buffy: Know what? I need to go... (loses the smile) put a bag over my head.
Angel: Don't listen to her. Please. You look fine.
Buffy: You're sweet. A terrible liar, but sweet.
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.
Buffy: Tada. Just little old 20th-century me.
Angel: Sure you're okay?
Buffy: I'll live.
Angel: I don't get it, Buffy. Why'd you think I'd like you better dressed that way?
Buffy: I just wanted to be a real girl for once. The kind of fancy girl you liked when you were my age.
Angel: Oh, ho.
Buffy: What?
Angel: I hated the girls back then. Especially the noble women.
Buffy: You did.
Angel: They were just incredibly dull. Simpering morons, the lot of them. I always wished I could meet someone... exciting. Interesting.
Buffy: Really? Interesting how?
Angel: You know how.
Buffy: Still, I had a really hard day. You should probably tell me.
Angel: You're right. I should.
Buffy: Definitely.
Lie to Me
Angel: Buffy. May I come in?
Buffy: Sure. I thought once you were invited you could always just walk in.
Angel: I can. I was just being polite. We need to talk.
Buffy: Do we?
Angel: It's about your friend Ford. He's not what he seems.
Buffy: Who is these days?
Angel: Willow ran him down on the computer.
Buffy: Willow?
Angel: We found this address, we checked it out with Xander, and it turned out...
Buffy: And Xander? Wow. Everybody's in. It's like a great big exciting conspiracy.
Angel: What are you talking about?
Buffy: I'm talking about the people I trust. Who's Drusilla?
Angel lowers his eyes, seeing he's been caught in a lie.
Buffy: And don't lie to me. I'm tired of it.
Angel: Some lies are necessary.
Buffy: For what?
Angel: Sometimes the truth is worse. You live long enough, you find that out.
Buffy: I can take it. I can take the truth.
Angel: Do you love me?
Buffy: What?
Angel: Do you?
Buffy: I love you. I don't know if I trust you.
Angel: Maybe you shouldn't do either. (turns away)
Buffy: Maybe I'm the one who should decide!
Angel: I did a lot of unconscionable things when I became a vampire. (turns back, but doesn't make eye contact) Drusilla was the worst. She was... an obsession of mine. She was pure and sweet and chaste...
Buffy: And you made her a vampire.
Angel: First I made her insane. (looks at her) Killed everybody she loved. Visited every mental torture on her I could devise. (Buffy looks away) She eventually fled to a convent, and on the day she took her holy orders, I turned her into a demon.
Buffy: Well. I asked for the truth.
Angel: Ford's part of some society that reveres vampires. Practically worships them. I don't know what he wants from you, but you can't trust him.
What's My Line? Pt. 1
Angel: Buffy! You scared me.
Buffy: Now you know what it feels like, Stealth Guy.
She crouches down by her bag and reaches into her hair to pull out a few clips.
Buffy: Just dropping by for some quality time with Mr. Gordo?
Angel: Excuse me?
Buffy: The pig.
Angel: Oh. I, uh...
Buffy: What's up?
Angel: Nothing.
Buffy: Only you don't have a nothing face. You have a something face. And you don't have to whisper. Mom's in L.A. till Thursday. Art buying, or something.
Angel: Then why'd you come in through the window?
Buffy: Habit.
Angel: I wanted to make sure you're okay. I had a bad feeling.
Buffy: There's a surprise. Angel comes with bad news.
Buffy: Oh, God, I'm sorry. Look, I've been Cranky Miss all day. It's not you.
Angel: Well, what is it then?
Buffy: It's nothing.
Angel isn't buying it.
Buffy: Uh, we're having this thing at school.
Angel: Career week?
Buffy: How did you know?
Angel: I lurk.
Buffy: Right. Well, then you know it's a whole week of 'what's my line', only... I don't get to play. (sits on her bed) Sometimes I just want...
Angel: You want what?
Angel: It's okay.
Buffy: The Cliff Notes version? I want a normal life. Like I had before.
Angel: Before me.
Buffy: No, Angel, it's not you. You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me. I just get messed sometimes. I wish we could be regular kids.
Angel: Yeah. I'll never be a kid.
Buffy: Okay, then a regular kid and her cradle robbing, creature-of-the-night boyfriend.
Angel: Was this part of your normal life?
Buffy: Oh, my God. My Dorothy Hamill phase. My room in L.A. was pretty much a shrine. Dorothy dolls, Dorothy posters, I even got the Dorothy haircut. Thereby securing a place for myself in the geek hall of fame.
Angel: Hmm, you wanted to be like her?
Buffy: I wanted to *be* her. My parents were fighting all the time, and skating was an escape. I felt safe.
Angel: When was the last time you put on your skates?
Buffy: About a couple of hundred demons ago.
Angel: There's a rink out past Route 17, it's... closed on Tuesdays.
Buffy: Tomorrow's Tuesday.
Angel: I know.
Angel: You're in danger. You know what the ring means?
Buffy: I just killed a Super Bowl champ?
Angel: I'm serious! You should go home and wait until you hear from me.
Angel: Are you okay?
Buffy: What about you? That cut!
Angel: Forget about me. This is bad, Buffy. We gotta get you outta here.
Buffy: What, you mean hide?
Angel: Let's just get you someplace safe!
Buffy: No! Your eye!
Buffy: Hey! Don't be a baby. I'm not gonna hurt you.
Angel: It's not that. I...
Buffy: What?
Angel: You shouldn't have to touch me when I'm like this.
She looks up into his vampire features.
Buffy: Oh.
She removes her glove and reaches up to touch his brow and his wound, brushing gently across and down his cheek.
Buffy: I didn't even notice.
Ted
Buffy: So mom's like, 'Do you think Ted will like this?' and 'This is Ted's favorite show,' and 'Ted's teaching me computers,' and 'Ted said the funniest thing,' and I'm like, 'That's really great, Mom,' and then she said I was being sarcastic, which I was, but I'm sorry if I don't wanna talk about Ted all the time.
Angel: So, you gonna talk about something else at some point?
Buffy: I'm sorry. I just have so much to deal with, I don't need some new guy in my life.
Angel: No, but maybe your mom does.
Buffy takes the tape and puts it on the bandage.
Buffy: Well, sure, if you're gonna use wisdom.
Angel: Loneliness is about the scariest thing there is.
Buffy: Okay, so my mom needs a guy in her life. Does it have to be Ted?
Angel: Do you have somebody else in mind? There's a guy out there that would satisfy you?
Buffy: My dad? Yeah, okay, that's not gonna happen. Fine, fine, I'll give Ted a chance. I'll play mini-golf, and I'll smile and curtsy and be the dutiful daughter. Do I have to like him?
Angel: Kiss me.
Buffy: Finally, something I wanna do!
Bad Eggs
Buffy: Please. Like Angel and I are just helpless slaves to passion. Grow up!
Cut to the park. Angel and Buffy are locked in a passionate kiss. Buffy breaks off.
Buffy: I really...
Angel: I know.
They continue kissing. After a few seconds Buffy breaks off again.
Buffy: You know, this isn't hunting in the classical sense. We should...
Angel: You're right.
They kiss some more. A few moments later they break off again.
Angel: Okay.
Buffy: Okay. Okay.
They walk side by side for a few paces.
Buffy: You see anything?
Angel: No.
Buffy: Okay. Enough hunting.
They begin their passionate kissing with renewed vigor.
Buffy: No worries.
Willow: And Angel's helping you, right?
Buffy: He does what he can.
Cut to the cemetery that night. Buffy and Angel are engaged in a passionate kissing session once again.
Buffy: Ahh... As much as I hate to say this, we should really go kill bad guys.
Angel: It's late. You should really get home. Hmm?
Buffy: What about the Gorches?
Angel: I'll hunt.
Buffy: Really? You'd do that?
Angel: Not like I have an early day tomorrow.
Buffy: Mm, true. I still have to go home and fill out my egg diary.
Angel: Your what?
Buffy: Oh, I told you, that faux parenting gig we're doing at school. Like I'm really planning to have kids anytime soon. Uh, maybe *some*day, in the future, when I'm done having a life, but... right now kids would be just a little too much to deal with.
Angel: I wouldn't know. I don't... Well, you know, I, I can't.
Buffy: Oh. That's okay, um... I-I figured there were all sorts of things vampires couldn't do. You know, like work for the Telephone Company, or volunteer for the Red Cross, or... have little vampires.
Angel: So you don't think about the future?
Buffy: No.
Angel: Never?
Buffy: No.
Angel: You really don't care what happens a year from now? Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.
Cut to Buffy and Angel kissing. Angel breaks off.
Angel: Are you sure you're not gonna get in trouble?
Buffy: Hey, I earned this. Besides, I'm not breaking any rules.
The camera pulls back slowly and shows Buffy is inside her room at her window with Angel standing outside on the roof.
Surprise
Buffy: Oh, God, you feel...
Angel: You have to go to school.
Buffy: Right. I know. This is me. I'm going.
They begin kissing passionately again. After a while they stop and look at each other.
Angel: You still haven't told me what you wanted for your birthday.
Buffy: Surprise me.
Angel: Okay. I will.
They kiss.
Buffy: This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.
Angel: It's bedtime for me.
Buffy: Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime. Um... Um, heh... Y-you know what I mean.
Angel: I think so. What do you mean?
Buffy: I like seeing you. The part at the end of the night where we say good-bye... It's getting harder.
Angel: Yeah. It is.
Angel: I should go the rest of the way alone.
Buffy: Okay.
Angel: But I'll be back. I will.
Buffy: When? Six months, a year? You don't know how long it's gonna take or if we'll even...
Angel: Hey... If we'll even what?
Buffy: Well, if you haven't noticed, someone pretty much always wants us dead.
Angel: Don't say that. We'll be fine.
Buffy: We don't know that.
Angel: We can't know, Buffy. Nobody can. That's just the deal. I have something for you. For your birthday. I... I was gonna give it to you earlier, but...
Buffy: It's beautiful.
Angel: My people -- before I was changed -- they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It's a claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty... and the heart... Well, you know... Wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.
Angel: You're shaking like a leaf.
Buffy: Cold.
Angel: Let me get you something.
He gets some things from his armoire and hands them to her.
Angel: Put these on. Get under the covers, just to warm up.
Angel: Sorry.
Angel: What?
Buffy: Oh, um... It's okay. I just have a cut or something.
Angel: Can I... Lemme see.
Buffy: Okay.
Angel: It's already closed. You're fine.
Buffy: You almost went away today.
Angel: We both did.
Buffy: Angel... I feel like I lost you... You're right, though. We can't be sure of anything.
Angel: Shhh. I...
Buffy: You what?
Angel: I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop.
Buffy: Me, me, too. I can't either.
Angel: Buffy, maybe we shouldn't...
Buffy: Don't. Just kiss me.
Innocence
Buffy: Angel!
Angelus: Hey!
Buffy: Oh!
Angelus: Hey.
Buffy: Oh, my God! I was so worried!
Angelus: I didn't mean to frighten you.
Buffy: Where did you go?
Angelus: Been around.
Buffy: Ohhh. Oh, my God! I was freaking out! You just disappeared.
Angelus: What? I took off.
Buffy: But you didn't say anything. You just left.
Angelus: Yeah. Like I really wanted to stick around after that.
Buffy: What?
Angelus: You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although I guess you proved that last night.
Buffy: What are you saying?
Angelus: Let's not make an issue out of it, okay? (goes for his coat) In fact, let's not talk about it at all. (pulls it on) It happened.
Buffy: I, I don't understand. Was it m-me? Was I not good?
Angelus: You were great. Really. I thought you were a pro.
Buffy: How can you say this to me?
Angelus: Lighten up. It was a good time. It doesn't mean like we have to make a big deal.
Buffy: It *is* a big deal!
Angelus: It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy. It's not like I've never been there before.
Buffy: Don't touch me.
Angelus: I should've known you wouldn't be able to handle it.
Buffy: Angel! I love you.
Angelus: Love you, too. I'll call you.
Buffy: This can't be you.
Angelus: Gee, we already covered that subject.
Buffy: Angel, there must be some part of you inside that still remembers who you are.
Angelus: Dream on, schoolgirl.
Angelus: Your boyfriend is dead. You're all gonna join him.
Buffy: Leave Willow alone, and deal with me.
Becoming Pt 1
Angelus: Hello, lover. I wasn't sure you'd come.
Buffy: After your immolation-o-gram? Come on, I had to show. Shouldn't you be out destroying the world right now, pulling the sword out of Al Franken or whatever his name is?
Angelus: There's time enough. I wanted to say goodbye first. You are the one thing in this dimension I will miss.
Buffy: This is a beautiful moment we're having. Can we please fight?
Angelus: I didn't come here to fight.
Buffy: No?
Angelus: Gosh, I was hoping we could get back together. What do you think? Do we have a shot? Alright. We'll fight. He rushes at her.
Becoming Pt 2
Angelus: You almost made it, Buff.
Buffy: It's not over yet.
Angelus: My boy Acathla here is about to wake up. You're going to Hell.
Buffy: Save me a seat.
Spike: God, he's gonna kill her.
Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No
hope.
Angelus: Take all that away... and what's left?
Buffy: Me.
Angel: Buffy? What's going on?
Angel: Where are we? I-I don't remember.
Finally Buffy realizes that the curse has worked, and she slowly lowers
her sword.
Buffy: Angel?
Angel: You're hurt.
She looks down at her wound and feels his gentle touch on her arm. She
ignores her cut, looks back up at him and steps closer. He embraces her
tightly.
Angel: Oh, Buffy... God.
Angel: I... I feel like I haven't seen you in months.
Angel: Oh, my God, everything's so muddled. I...
Angel: Oh...
Angel: Oh, Buffy...
Angel: What's happening?
Buffy: Shh. Don't worry about it.
Buffy: I love you.
Angel: I love you.
Buffy: Close your eyes.
Angel: Buffy...
Anne
Buffy: How did you find me here?
Angel: If I was blind, I would see you.
Buffy: Stay with me.
Angel: Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave. Not even if you kill me.
Dead Man's Party
Buffy: I thought they'd be here.
Angel: They are. They're waiting for you.
Buffy: Am I dreaming?
Angel: I'm probably the wrong person to ask.
You'd better go.
Buffy: I'm afraid.
Angel: You should be.
Homecoming
Buffy: I-it's just me. Here.
Buffy: How are you feeling?
Angel: It hurts... less.
Buffy: Good.
Buffy: I haven't... told Giles and the others that... you're back.
Angel: Giles...
faced away from her.
Buffy: And I'm not going to. They wouldn't understand that you're...
better. A-a-and I'm gonna keep helping you get better. It's just that
everything's different now. I'm a senior. I'm really working harder in
school. I'm even thinking about college. A-and I'm
involved with someone.
Buffy: His name is Scott. He's a nice, solid guy. He makes me happy...
and that's what I need: someone I can count on.
Revelations
Buffy: Uhh... I gotta go. Big night for us Slayer types.
Buffy: People to see, demons to kill. (starts to leave) Better hurry
before somebody figures out what we're doing.
Angel: What are we doing?
Buffy: Training. And almost kissing.
Buffy: Sorry. It's just... old habit.
Bad, bad habit to be broken.
Angel: It's hard.
Buffy: It's not hard. Cold turkey. That's the key to
quitting.
Buffy: You think they make a patch for this?
Angel: You have to go.
Buffy: I really do.
Buffy: I'm gonna try and vent a little hormonal angst by going out
there and killing a Lagos, whatever that is.
Angel: Lagos?
Buffy: Some demon looking for some all-powerful thingamabob, and I gotta stop him before he unleashes unholy
havoc, and it's another Tuesday night in
Sunnydale.
Angel: Be careful.
Buffy: Oh, God...
Angel: Buffy...
Buffy: What am I doing? What are *you* doing?
Angel: I don't know.
Buffy: Shame on you!
Buffy: Oh, God, I... I don't even know why I came back here.
Angel: It's good you did.
Angel: I think I have what you're looking for.
Buffy: Great... Just, wherever this was gift-wrapped, remind me not to
shop there.
Angel: Glove of Myhnegon.
Buffy: The world's ugliest fashion accessory.
Angel: No, don't. Once you put it on, the glove can never be removed.
Buffy: So... no touching. Kinda like us.
Buffy: You hold on to it. I'll... I'll tell Giles in the morning. At
least he'll be happy.
Lover's Walk
Buffy: We're not friends. We never were. And I can fool Giles, and I
can fool my friends, but I can't fool myself. (shakes her head) Or
Spike, for some reason. What I want from you I can never have. You don't
need me to take care of you anymore. So I'm gonna go.
Angel: I don't accept that.
Buffy: You have to.
Angel: How can...
Angel: There's gotta be some way we can still see each other.
Buffy: There is: tell me that you don't love me.
Amends
Buffy: Angel.
Angel: I bet half the kids down there are already awake. Lying in their
beds... sneaking downstairs... waiting for day.
Buffy: Angel, please. I need for you to get inside. Th-
there's only a few minutes left.
Angel: I know. I can smell the sunrise long before it comes.
Buffy: I don't have time to explain this. You
just have to trust me. That thing that was haunting you...
Angel: It wasn't haunting me. It was showing me.
Buffy: Showing you?
Angel: What I am.
Buffy: Were.
Angel: And ever shall be. I wanted to know why I was back. Now I do.
Buffy: You *don't* know. Some great evil takes credit for bringing you
back and you buy it? You just give up?
Angel: I can't do it again, Buffy. I can't become a killer.
Buffy: Then fight it.
Angel: It's too hard.
Buffy: Angel, please, you *have* to get inside.
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.
Angel: 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.
Buffy: 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.
Buffy: Angel, please, the sun is coming up!
Angel: Just go.
Buffy: I won't!
Angel: What, do you think this is simple? You think there's an easy
answer? You can never understand what I've done! Now go!
Buffy: You are not staying here. I won't let you!
Angel: I said LEAVE!
Angel: Oh, my God...
Buffy: No! No!
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.
Buffy: 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 every
day. It's what we have to do. And we can do it together.
Buffy: 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...
Helpless
Buffy: Gotcha!
Angel: Uhh! Right in the heart.
Buffy: Satisfied?
Angel: I'm not sure that's the word.
Buffy: Okay.
Buffy: I didn't mean 'satisfied' like...
Angel: No, I, I wasn't trying to...
Buffy: 'Cause we're not having satisfaction in the personal
sense.
Angel: Of course.
Buffy: I should go. Giles is...
Angel: ...is waiting for you. I
know.
Buffy: Thanks. For the workout.
Angel: Um, am I gonna see you this weekend? You, uh, you-you
probably have plans.
Buffy: Right, birthday. Um, actually, I, I do have a thing.
Angel: Oh, a thing. A date?
Buffy: Nice attempt at casual. Actually, I do have a date.
Older man. Very handsome. He likes it when I call him
'Daddy'.
Angel: Huh, your father. It is your father, right?
Buffy: He's taking me to the ice show. Which
should be big fun. I could use a little fun.
Buffy: Thank you. That's beautiful.
Angel: You really like it?
Buffy: Of course I do. It's sweet and thoughtful and... full of neat
words to learn and say like 'wilt' and 'henceforth'.
Angel: Then why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a
severed arm in a box?
Buffy: I'm sorry. Uh, it's just suddenly there's this chance that my
calling's a wrong number, and... it's just freaking me out a little.
Angel: That's understandable.
Buffy: Angel, what if I have lost my power?
Angel: You lived a long time without it. You can do it again.
Buffy: I guess. But what if I can't? I've seen too much. I know what
goes bump in the night. Not being able to fight it... What if I just
hide under my bed, all scared and helpless? Or what if I just become
pathetic? Hanging out at the old Slayer's home, talking people's ears
off about my glory days, showing them Mr. Pointy, the stake I had
bronzed.
Angel: Buffy, you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you
tried.
Buffy: Don't be so sure.
Buffy: Before I was the Slayer, I was... Well, I,
I don't wanna say shallow, but... Let's say a certain person, who will
remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical
philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What
do I have to offer? Why would you like me?
Angel: I saw you before you became the Slayer.
Buffy: What?
Angel: I watched you, and I saw you called. It was a bright afternoon
out in front of your school. You walked down the steps... and... and I
loved you.
Buffy: Why?
Angel: 'Cause I could see your heart. You held it before you
for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be
bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it
safe... to warm it with my own.
Buffy: That's beautiful. Or taken literally, incredibly gross.
Angel: I was just thinking that, too.
Enemies
Buffy: Well.
Angel: Well.
Buffy: That was very ... artistic.
Angel: Yeah.
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: Look, I don't need to see movies to get worked up. Just being around you does that just fine. Doesn't mean that I'm gonna lose control, that I'm going to be frustrated around you. It feels nice, just to feel.
Buffy: It doesn't drive you crazy, when we're close?
Angel: Watch this. See? Safe as houses.
Faith: Check out the lust bunnies.
Angel: How you doing?
Buffy: Been better.
Angel: Not hard to believe. You were a real soldier last night, Buffy.
Buffy: That's me. One of the troops.
Angel: I know how hard it was for you.
Buffy: I really doubt that.
Angel: Is there anything I can do to make it better?
Buffy: Look, I know you only did what I asked. And we, we got what we wanted.
Angel: I never wanted it to go that far.
Buffy: I know that. It's not even a question of that. It's just, after ... I need a little bit of a break. Please.
Angel: You still my girl?
Buffy: Always.
Earshot
Buffy: Oooh sorry. Sorry about the daytime. I just ducked out of school and that's when they have it. They head into the main room.
Buffy: Um...you look good. I mean, I, I know I saw you last night, but sometimes things can change really quick. They sit down on the couch
Buffy: I mean really quick. Listen to me. I'm talking like Faith His eyes snap to hers, then he looks down again.
Buffy: You know, not that she was so bad to have around... You know, before the evil... You know, I think she was hurting a lot. And some people, protective type people, might be drawn to that I guess... Well, the thing about Faith-
Angel: You can't get into my mind.
Buffy: How did you...why not?
Angel: It's like the mirror. The thoughts are there, but they create no reflection in you. You got the aspect of the demon.
Buffy: Yeah, Giles doesn't know how long it's gonna last. It's OK, a little headachy, but...
Angel: You don't have to play games with me Buffy. Ever.
Buffy: Well, you're not exactly Joe-here's- what-I'm-thinking.
Angel: So ask me.
Buffy: Oh, but that woulda made sense.
Angel: What do you wanna know about? Faith? How I felt kissing her, pretending to have no soul? Watching you suffer?
Buffy: Well, since you bring it up...
Angel: I hated hurting you, more than I could stand.
Buffy: Look, the thing about Faith, I'd understand. You know, she has, you know, that whole bad girl thing working for her.
Angel: Kissing her meant nothing. I don't want a bad girl. I've done that before. I've lived a long time Buffy, and I'm past that. I've been with dozens of girls like her. More.
Buffy: Oh this honesty stuff is funnn.
Angel: I mean, there's no comparison. In two-hundred-forty-three years, I've loved exactly one person.
Buffy: Ohh...it is me right?
Angel: Next time, just ask.
Buffy: Ok.
Angel: And Buffy, be careful with this gift. A lot of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful.
Buffy: Like say, immortality?
Angel: Exactly, I'm dying to get rid of that.
Buffy: Funny.
Angel: I'm a funny guy.
Choices
Buffy: Sorry, honey!
Angel: That's okay.
Buffy: Well, there's something you don't see every day. Unless, of course, you're me.
Angel: That was bracing. Want to do another sweep?
Buffy: It's what I live for. Sad to say.
Angel: You too tired?
Buffy: No. It's just... Do you get the feeling that we're kind of in a rut?
Angel: A rut?
Buffy: You never take me any place new.
Angel: What about that fire demon nest in the cave by the beach? I felt that was a nice change of pace.
Buffy: So this is our future? This is how we're going to spend our nights when I'm fifty and you're ... the same age you are now.
Angel: Let's just get you to fifty.
Buffy: Liking that plan.
Buffy: It's gonna be fun. Will and I are going to go on Saturday to check out the campus. I'm hoping Mom will let me live there. It's too far to come home every night. Plus the whole lack of cool factor. Either way, I'll be close to your place. I don't know what the Mayor was talking about. How could he know anything about us?
Angel: Well, he's evil.
Buffy: Big time. He doesn't even know what a lasting relationship is.
Angel: No.
Buffy: Probably the only lasting relationship he's ever had is with evil.
Angel: Yeah.
Buffy: Big, stupid, evil guy. We'll be okay.
Angel: We will.
The Prom
Buffy: What? Do I have funny bed hair or something?
Angel: Or something?
Buffy: I guess we got a little carried away with the whole post-slayage nap thing. Ohhh, not good.
Angel: Where you going?
Buffy: To go kill a cat on my head.
Angel: No mirrors.
Buffy: You know, this place really isn't girl-friendly. No mirrors, no natural light.
Angel: I think you look perfect.
Buffy: Oh yeah, I really like... Okay! Maybe we should think about getting a few mirrors. And maybe a drawer, you know, for some of my stuff. Because that's what couples do, they have drawers.
Angel: Mmmm, that's right.
Buffy: You know, I-I figure, that way sometimes I could spend the night. Like, after the prom, it would be nice to be able to just come back here and spend some time together.
Angel: The prom?
Buffy: End of high school rite of passage thingy. Think cotillion with spiked punch and electric sleigh.
Angel: Right.
Buffy: Oh, don't worry, it's at night. And lots of girls have older girlfriends. You'll blend.
Angel: I think maybe you should go, hunh?
Buffy: Noo.. must be a few more hours before sunrise.
Buffy: Ooh, sorry. I guess it's later than we thought.
Buffy: I always say patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers.
Angel: I'm sure I saw him come down here.
Buffy: Couldn't we just let this be the vamp that got away? We could say he was this big.
Angel: What can I say? I need closure.
Buffy: You need clothes. You don't have a tux, do you?
Angel: Since when did patrolling go black tie?
Buffy: For the prom, silly.
Angel: We have more important things to think about right now than a dance, Buffy.
Buffy: Sorry, Giles. I'll just be quiet.
Angel: Come on, don't be that way.
Buffy: Not now.
Buffy: I'm not being that way. Every time I say the word 'prom', you get grouchy.
Angel: I'm sorry. I'm just worried that you're getting too...invested in this whole thing.
Buffy: What whole thing? Isn't this the stuff that I'm supposed to get invested in? Going to a formal, graduating, growing up.
Angel: I know.
Buffy: Then what? What's with the dire?
Angel: It's uh, it's nothing.
Buffy: No, you have 'something' face.
Angel: I think we need to talk, but not now and not here.
Buffy: No. No, if you have something to say, then say it. Angel, drop the cryptic. You're scaring me.
Angel: I've been thinking... about our future. And the more I do, the more I feel like us, you and me being together, is unfair to you.
Buffy: Is this about what the Mayor said? Because he was just trying to shake us up.
Angel: He was right.
Buffy: No. No, he wasn't. He's the bad guy.
Angel: You deserve more. You deserve something outside of demons and darkness. You should be with someone who can take you into the light. Someone who can make love to you.
Buffy: I don't care about that.
Angel: You will. And children.
Buffy: Children? Can you say jumping the gun? I kill my goldfish.
Angel: Today. But you have no idea how fast it goes, Buffy. Before you know it, you'll want it all, a normal life.
Buffy: I'll never have a normal life.
Angel: Right, you'll always be a Slayer. But that's all the more reason why you should have a real relationship instead of this, this freak show. (Buffy is stunned.) I didn't mean that.
Buffy: I'm gonna go.
Angel: I'm sorry. Buffy, you know how much I love you. It kills me to say this.
Buffy: Then don't. Who are you to tell me what's right for me? You think I haven't thought about this?
Angel: Have you, rationally?
Buffy: No. No, of course not. I'm just some swoony little schoolgirl, right?
Angel: I'm trying to do what's right here, okay? I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart.
Buffy: Heart? You have a heart? It isn't even beating!
Angel: Don't.
Buffy: Don't what? Don't love you? I'm sorry. You know what? I didn't know that I got a choice in that. I'm never gonna change. I can't change. I want my life to be with you.
Angel: I don't.
Buffy: You don't want to be with me? I can't believe you're breaking up with me.
Angel: It doesn't mean that I don't ...
Buffy: How am I supposed to stay away from you?
Angel: I'm leaving. After the Ascension, after it's finished with the Mayor and Faith. If we survive, I'll go.
Buffy: Where?
Angel: I don't know.
Buffy: Is this really happening?
Angel: How are you?
Buffy: Right as rain, whatever that means. Don't look at me like that. I can lie to you if I want to now. We're ex, remember?
Angel: If it means anything, I miss you.
Buffy: Could we not, please? When I think about us, I have this tendency to sort of go catatonic. And I really can't afford to do that right now. Gotta stop a crazy from pulling a Carrie at the prom.
Angel: You still planning to go?
Buffy: Strictly in the chaperon capacity. But it's fine. I mean, the... I'm cool with going stag. I'm over the whole Buffy gets one perfect high school moment thing. But I'm certainly not going to let some subhuman ruin it for the rest of the senior class.
Angel: Let me help you.
Buffy: I'm okay.
Angel: If you ever need my help...
Buffy: Look, I got it! Thanks.
Giles: You did good work tonight, Buffy.
Buffy: And I got a little toy surprise.
Giles: I had no idea that children en masse could be gracious.
Buffy: Every now and then, people surprise you.
Giles: Every now and then. Giles takes her umbrella and leaves. Buffy turns to see Angel at the door. They meet.
Buffy: I never thought you'd come.
Angel: It's a big night. I didn't want to miss it. It's just tonight. It doesn't mean that I ...
Buffy: I know. I mean, I understand.
Angel: Dance with me?
Graduation Day Pt 1
Buffy: You know what? Thank you, but I can take it from here.
Angel: It's alright. I'll walk you there.
Buffy: Look, I don't need an escort. I'm a big girl. Superpowers, remember? I don't need you crowding me.
Angel: I didn't think I was.
Buffy: No, of course you don't. You just show up at the prom and then you disappear into the ozone. For all I know, you left town.
Angel: Are you mad at me for being around too much or for not being around enough?
Buffy: Duh. Yes.
Angel: Which?
Buffy: What?
Angel: I don't get you.
Buffy: No, you don't, not anymore.
Angel: Are you just making this harder to make this easier on yourself?
Buffy: Could we stop with the brain-teasers? I just wish it was over, done.
Angel: It's not that simple. I mean, once the Mayor ...
Buffy: I know, world in peril and we have to work together. This is my last office romance, I'll tell you that.
Angel: I'll get out of your face.
He drops the box at her feet and turns away.
Buffy: Isn't it even a little hard for you?
Angel: How can you ask me that? Just because I'm not acting like a brat doesn't mean I don't feel...
Buffy: It's nice to know what you thing of me!
Angel: What do you expect me to say when you just attack?
Buffy: I just can't do this anymore. I can't have you in my life when I'm trying to move on.
Buffy: Angel!
Vampire: Missed the heart.
Faith: Meant to.
Buffy: You're burning up.
Angel: It's poison. I can feel it.
Giles: Call the others. Get them here. We need to move him to the safety of his own bed before the sun comes up.
Buffy: Will you be able to find out what this is?
Wesley: The Council has all the known toxins on file, mystical or otherwise. I'll contact them immediately.
Buffy: Thanks. You're going to be okay.
Graduation Day Pt 2
Angel: Buffy. Buffy lays her right hand against the side of his face "Is that you?"
Buffy: It's me.
Angel: I didn't want to go, without seeing you.
Buffy: Angel, I can cure you.
Angel: It's okay. - I'm ready.
Buffy: Angel listen to me. Sit up.
Buffy: You're gonna live. You have to live.
Angel: What way?
Buffy: Drink. Drink me.
Angel: No.
Buffy: It's the only way.
Angel: No. - Get away.
Buffy: It'll save you.
Angel: It'll kill you.
Buffy: Maybe not - Not if you don't take it all.
Angel: You can't ask me to do that.
Buffy: I won't let you die. I can't. Angel the blood of a Slayer is the only cure.
Angel: Faith.
Buffy: I tired. - I killed her.
Angel: Then it's over.
Buffy: It is never over! I won't let you die. Drink!
Angel: Please.
Angel: I'm not going to say good-bye. If we get through this. I'm just going to go.
Angel: You understand? There is just too much to.
Seasons 4-7 Coming Soon!
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