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.

Willow: True. It's too bad we can't sneak a look at the Watcher diaries and read up on Angel. I'm sure it's full of fun facts to know and tell.
Buffy: Yeah. It's too bad. That stuff is private.
Willow: Also Giles keeps them in his office. In his personal files.
Buffy: Most importantly, it would be wrong.

Cordelia: Buffy. Love the hair. It just screams street urchin.

Xander: Those wacky vampires! That's why I love 'em! They just keep you guessing!

Larry: You and Buffy, you're just friends, right?
Xander: I like to think of it less as a friendship and more as a solid foundation for future bliss.

Xander: I'm gonna do what any man would do about it: somethin' damn manly.

Willow: Oh, I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz.

Buffy: Cool! I can't wait for the boys to go non-verbal when they see you!

Xander: Private Harris reporting for... Buffy! Lady of Buffdom, Duchess of Buffonia, I am in awe! I completely renounce spandex!

Cordelia: Is Mr. I'm-the-lead-singer-I'm-so-great-I-don't-have-to-show- up-for-my-date-or-even-call gonna be there?
Oz: Yeah, y'know, he's just going by 'Devon' now.

Willow: She couldn't've dressed up like Xena?

Spike: Well! This is just... neat!

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.