Buffy: So, feel like getting some hot chocolate...or some cold shower?
Angel: I'm sorry. I wanted to take you somewhere fun. It's been a long time since I've been to the movies. They've changed.

Buffy: I'm sorry. I just don't like getting you worked up like that. We can't actually do any of those things. You'd lose your soul and besides, I don't even own a kimono.
Angel: Buffy, you don't have to worry about me.
Buffy: I just don't like to rub your nose in it. Suddenly wondering where that expression comes from.
Angel: I don't need to see movies to get worked up. Just being around you does that just fine. It doesn't mean that I'm gonna lose control or I'm gonna be frustrated around you. It feels nice, just to feel.
Buffy: It doesn't drive you crazy... when we're close?
Angel: Watch this.

Demon: Oww! What, are you nuts? Going around punching people?
Buffy: People?
Demon: So what, I'm a demon. That makes it okay? Hold it, woah!

Giles: Demons after money. Whatever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.

Angel: Woah... Faith. I can be here for you, but not like that, alright? I'm with Buffy.
Faith: Buffy... yeah. I didn't mean it like that. Maybe I did, but I wouldn't press it. You love her, don't you?
Angel: I love her.

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, I asked politely and then... okay, I bribed him.
Buffy: How much?
Xander: 28 bucks. Does the council reimburse for that kind of stuff?
Giles: Did you get a receipt?
Xander: Damn.

Buffy: I know this, that's down by the bus station. Not the nicest part of town.
Giles: Again, see. No standards. Any self respecting demon should be living in a pit of filth or nice crypt.
Buffy: I'll remember to mention that.

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: Please, does Angel come up to Faith's standards for a guy? Let's see, is he breathing?
Buffy: Actually, no.
Willow: Buffy... Angel. There's no way he would ever do that. You're the only thing in the world to him.

Xander: And on the day the words flimsy excuse were redefined, we stood in awe and watched.

Xander: Hidden? Are there any engravings I should know about? Frolicking nymphs of some kind?

Angel: Let me guess, you summoned back the true Angelus because you need a new boy toy.

Angel: It's good to be back in Sunnydale. Nice climate, plenty to eat, no tortured humanity to hold me down.

Angel: Thanks... so much. It's good to have the taste of a Slayer back in my mouth. It's like cigarettes, you know? Just when I thought I'd quit. No, really, don't get up.

Faith: You want to listen or you wanna die?
Angel: As long as you're there, I mostly want you to wriggle.

Mayor: Angelus, may I call you Angel?
Angel: Well, I'm thinking more along the lines of you calling me master.
Mayor: Ahh. You know Angelus, attitude may get you attention, but courtesy wins respect.

Angel: Hi Joyce. Nice to see you. Is Buffy home?
Joyce: Upstairs. Please tell me it's not some vampire thing.
Angel: The only vampire here is me Joyce. Say, did you change your hair?
Joyce: Highlights.
Angel: It's nice.

Angel: You know, I never properly thanked you for sending me to hell.
Buffy: No.
Angel: Yeah, and I'm just wondering where do I start. Card? Fruit basket? Evisceration?
Buffy: No.
Angel: I know what you're thinking. Maybe there's some good deep down inside of me that remembers and loves you, if only you could reach me. But then again, we have reality.

Angel: One thing I learned about Buffy, she's so cute when she's sleeping.

Angel: You know what I just can't believe, all of our time together and we never tried chains.

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.
Buffy: Graduation day. You think we missed anything?
Angel: I think we know everything she knows.
Buffy: May I say something? Psych.

Willow: Graduation day. There's a big scary unfun.

Xander: Yes. I feel so much better knowing that he broke my face in a good way. It's a good bruise.

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: If there's anything I can do to make it better...
Buffy: Look, I know you only did what I asked, and 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.