Daniel: "You. You're not human."
Angel: "Not of late, no."

Angel: "A man playing at cards should have a natural intelligence or a great deal of money, and you're sadly lacking in both."

Angel: "Daniel, be of good cheer. It's Christmas."

Buffy: "Angel. So, are you shopping? You're probably not shopping."

Buffy: "Vampires probably not that big on Christmas, now that I think about it."
Angel: "Not as a rule."

Buffy: "It was so weird."
Xander: "Angel? Weird? What are the odds?"

Buffy: "I don't wanna' bug Giles. He's still kinda' twitchy when it comes to the subject of Angel."

Xander: "Oh, it must be that whole 'Angel killed his girlfriend and tortured him' thing, and Giles is petty when it comes to stuff like that."

Xander: "So, you doing anything special?"
Buffy: "Tree. Nog. Roast beast. Just me and mom and hopefully an excess of gifts."

Buffy: "What are you doing for Christmas?"
Willow: "Being Jewish. Remember, people? Not everybody worships Santa."

Xander: "Yeah, I like to look at the stars, you know? Feel the whole nature vibe."
Cordelia: "I thought you slept outside to avoid your family's drunken Christmas fights."
Xander: "Yes, and that was a confidence I was hoping you would share with everyone."

Cordelia: "Well, I'll be in Aspen. Skiing. With actual snow."
Buffy: "I hear that helps."

Cordelia: "It must be a drag to be stuck here in Sweatydale, but I'm thinking of you."

Xander: "That's the Christmas spirit."
Willow: "Hello, still Jewish. Chanukah spirit, I believe that was?"

Oz: "Seeing you with Xander, it was... Well, I've never felt that way before. When it wasn't a full moon. But I know you guys have a history."
Willow: "But it's a history that's in the past. Well, I--I guess most history's in the past."

Oz: "I miss you... like, every second. It's like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso."

Joyce: "Do you really wanna' let her spend Christmas Eve all by herself in that dingy little motel room?"
Buffy: "You're still number one with a guilt trip, mom."
Joyce: "I try."

Buffy: "What about Giles? I mean, he doesn't have any--."
Joyce: "No. I'm sure he's fine."
Buffy: "We could at least ask him and see--."
Joyce: "He doesn't wanna' spend Christmas Eve with a bunch of girls. Let's split up."

Buffy: "I like the lights."
Faith: "Yeah. Well, 'tis the season. Whatever that means."

Angel: "I'm sorry to bother you."
Giles: Sorry. Coming from you, that phrase strikes me as rather funny. Sorry to bother me."
Angel: "I need your help."
Giles: "And the funny keeps on coming."

Angel: "I should be in a demon dimension suffering an eternity of torture."
Giles: "I don't feel particularly inclined to argue with that."
Giles: "Knowing why you are back would give you peace of mind?"
Angel: "It might."
Giles: "You think that's something you ought to have? Because, sir, to be blunt, the last time you became complacent about your existence turned out rather badly."

Margaret: "Mistress will be wondering--."
Angel: "Shh. The mistress will be wondering how to get the good Reverend Chalmers into bed and will not notice the absence of canapés."

Margaret: "Sir! My son!"
Angel: "He'll make a fine dessert."

Angel: "Leave me alone."
Jenny: "I can't. You won't let me."

Angel: "What do you want?"
Jenny: "I want to die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but guess that's off the menu."

Angel: "I'm sorry."
Jenny: "You're sorry? For me? Don't bother, I'm dead. I'm over it."

Jenny: "If you wanna' feel sorry for someone, you should feel sorry for yourself. Oh, but I guess you've already got that covered."

Buffy: "I'm not seeing him anymore. I'm trying to put all this behind me, and I'm not gonna' be able to as long as we're both doing guest spots in each other's dreams."

Xander: "Look, I'm aware I haven't been the mostest best friend to you when it comes to the whole Angel thing, and, um, I don't know. Maybe I finally got the Chanukah spirit."

Giles: "Well, we start, not surprisingly, with research."

Giles: "You can skip the passages on his garden, unless you're keen on growing heartier beets."

Buffy: "Are you sure this is how you wanna' spend your Christmas vacation?"
Xander: "Yeah, this is actually the most exciting thing I've got planned. Who else can claim that pathetic a social life?"

Willow: "It's perfect, in an awkward, uncomfortable sort of way."

Willow: "Hey, he likes beets."
Buffy: "I read that one already."

Angel: "A demon isn't a man. I was a man once."
Jenny: "Oh, yes, and what a man you were."

Jenny: "Cruelty's the only thing you ever had a true talent for."

Giles: "You had another dream with Angel?"
(Buffy nods)
Giles: "What happened?"
Buffy: "Oh, we don't need to get sidetracked."

Willy: "So, what can I do for you? Couple of drinks?"
Xander: "Yeah. Let me get a double shot of, um... of information, pal."

Buffy: "Bringers. Harbingers. They have a 'no eyes' kind of look."
Willy: "Doesn't ring a bell."
Xander: "How 'bout I ring that bell for you. (to Buffy) Does the threatening come now?"
Buffy: "Maybe you shouldn't help."

Willy: "I heard a few things, you know, from the underground."
Xander: "The underground?"
Willy: "Yeah, you know. From things that live under the ground."

Willy: "Hey. You did great, by the way. I was very intimidated by you."
Xander: "Really? Thanks!"

Xander: "We know underground. That's a start."
Buffy: "Sure, in a town with fourteen million square miles of sewer."
Xander: "Plus a lot of natural cave formations and a gateway to Hell. Yeah, this does resemble square one."

Xander: "I think right now the best plan is to deck the halls with boughs of holly."

Oz: "You ever have that dream where you're in a play, and it's the middle of the play, and you really don't know your lines, and you kind of don't know the plot?"

Willow: "Where are you going?"
Oz: "No, I'm not going. Just a dramatic gesture."

Willow: "Oz, I wanna' be with you... first."
Oz: "I think we should sit down again."

Oz: "I mean, you look great, you know, and you got the Barry working for you, and it's all... good."

Buffy: "Nothing like a roaring fire to keep away the blistering heat."

Joyce: "So, angel's on top again?"
Buffy: "What?"
Joyce: "Angel, or star?"

Buffy: "Why don't you come in from the entire lack of cold."

Joyce: "Oh, that is so thoughtful."
Faith: "They're crappy."

Angel: "You have to stay away from me."
Buffy: "You came to see me to tell me that I can't see you?"

Buffy: "Giles, we have to do something. Soon. Now."

Buffy: "Find me these priest guys. Find me something I can pummel."

Giles: "Look... you realize if he... truly becomes a danger, you may have to kill him. Again."

Jenny: "You don't have the strength to kill yourself."
Angel: "I don't need strength. I just need the sun to rise."

Jenny: "You're not supposed to die. This isn't the plan. But it'll do."

Buffy: "'A child shall be born of man and goat and have two heads, and the first shall speak only in riddles...' No wonder you like this stuff. It's like reading The Sun."

Buffy: "All right, ten more minutes of chanting and then you guys have to go to bed."

Jenny: "I'm not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can't even conceive. The first evil. Beyond sin. Beyond death. I am the thing that darkness fears. You'll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate."
Buffy: "All right, I get it, you're evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?"

Jenny: "Angel will be dead by sunrise. Your Christmas... will be his wake."

Jenny: "You have no idea what you're dealing with." Buffy: "Let me guess. Is it... evil?"

Angel: "I want to take comfort in you, and I know it will cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn't care."

Angel: "It's not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It's the man."

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. And I hate it!"

Buffy: "I wish that I wished you dead. I don't. I can't."

Buffy: "Strong is fighting. It's hard, and it's painful, and it's every day. It's what we have to do."

Buffy: "But if you're too much of a coward for that, then burn."