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Xander: Watcher's pet. Willow: I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes. Dead or alive.
Buffy: It's so weird... Every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew. Angelus: Well, maybe next time I'll bring you with me, Spike. Might be handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.
Jenny: A present for a friend of mine. Angelus: I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love. Buffy: Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks. Angelus: I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store. Angelus: No, thanks. Been there, done that, and deja vu just isn't what it used to be. Angelus: Oh, good. I need to work up an appetite first. Buffy: Yeah. He was the first. I mean, the only.
Joyce: Are you in love with him? Xander: I'm sorry, but let's not forget that I hated Angel long before you guys jumped on the bandwagon. So I think I deserve a little something for not saying 'I told you so' long before now. And if Giles wants to go after the, uh, fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say, 'Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'
Spike: Are you insane?! We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends' beds. Angelus: Jeez, whatever happened to wooden stakes? Buffy: I can't hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone. Nothing's ever gonna bring him back. |
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