Angel: "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted,
unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl."

Angel: "It speaks to us, guides us. Passion rules us all, and we obey. What
other choice do we have?"

Buffy: "When I woke up, I found a picture he left me on my pillow."
Xander: "A visit from the pointed tooth fairy."

Xander: "You know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here
about inviting strange men into your bedrooms."

Cordelia: "Oh God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into
my car...whenever he wants!"
Xander: "Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp pals a lift
whenever they feel like it, and those guys never chip in for gas."

Xander: "Hello! Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knockin'?"
Jonathan: "We're supposed to get some books...on Stalin."
Xander: "Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?"
Giles: "This is a school library, Xander."
Xander: "Since when?"

Cordelia: "Why doesn't he just slit her throat, or strangle her while she's
sleeping, or cut her heart out? What? I'm trying to help."

Giles: "He's just trying to provoke you, to taunt you, to-to goad you into, uh,
some mishap or some other sorts."
Xander: "The nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah approach to battle."
Giles: "Yes, Xander. Once more you've managed to boil a complex thought
down to its simplest possible form."

Xander: "Yeah, the more people who know the secret, the more it cheapens it
for the rest of us!"

Giles: "I told you, I will find a spell."
Buffy: "What about until you find a spell?"
Cordelia: "Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride around with me
in my car."

Xander: "Hey, how come Buffy doesn't get a snotty 'once again you boil it
down to the simplest form' thing?"
Giles: "..."
Xander: "Watcher's pet."

Willow: "Really?! Me? Teach the class?! Sure!"
Jenny: "Cool."
Willow: "Oh wait. What if they don't recognize my authority? What if they try to
convince me that you always let them leave class early? What if there's a fire
drill? What if there's a fire?!"

Willow: "Will I have the power to assign detention, or make 'em run laps?!"

Buffy: "Willow, I thought I might take in a class. Figured I could use someone
who knows where they are."

Willow: "Sorry, I have to talk to her. She's a teacher, and teachers are to be
respected, even if they're only filling in until the real teacher shows up, because
otherwise chaos could ensue."

Jenny: "I know you feel betrayed."
Giles: "Yes, well that's one of the unpleasant side-effects of betrayal."

Jenny: "I didn't know I was gonna' fall in love with you. Oh God, is it too late to
take that back?"
Giles: "Do you want to?"

Joyce: "Come on, you can tell me anything. I've read all the parenting books,
you cannot surprise me."

Joyce: "Don't tell me. He's changed. He's not the same guy you fell for?"
Buffy: "In a nutshell!"

Willow: "I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes, dead or alive."

Buffy: "I just hope Giles can find a keep out spell soon. I know I'll sleep easier
when I can...sleep easier."
Willow: "I'm sure he will. He's like...Book Man!"

Buffy: "Hey, sorry about your fish."
Willow: "Uh, it's okay. We hadn't really had time to bond yet."

Willow: "Although, for the first time, I'm glad my parents didn't let me have a
puppy."

Drusilla: "Her owner died...without a fight."

Spike: "I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru!"
Angel: "Why not? Already bathes ya', carries ya' around and changes ya' like a
child."

Drusilla: "Where have you been? The sun is almost up, and it can be so
hurtful."

Angel: "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."
Spike: "Have you forgotten that you're a bloody guest in my bloody home?"
Angel: "And as a guest, if there's anything I can do for you...any responsibility I
can assume while you're spinning your wheels...anything I'm not already doing,
that is."

Shopkeeper: "I just love those New Agers. They help to send my youngest to
college."

Xander: "Well, good morning, ladies! And what did you two do last night?"
Willow: "We had kind of a pajama party sleepover with weapons thing."
Xander: "Oh, I don't suppose either of you had the presence of mind to locate a
camera to capture the moment?"

Willow: "I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes, and I have to
arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers."

Willow: "Oh darn! She's here. Five hours of lesson planning yesterday down
the drain."

Buffy: "Look, I know you feel badly about what happened, and I just wanted to
say..."
Jenny: "..."
Buffy: "...good. Keep it up."

Giles: "So how was your night?"
Buffy: "Sleepless, but no human fatalities."

Cordelia: "I actually had to talk my grandmother into switching cars with me
last night."

Willow: "I'm gonna' have a hard time explaining this to my dad."
Buffy: "You really think it'll bother him?"
Willow: "Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall?
I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas
every year."
Buffy: "I see your point."
Willow: "Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy dance."

Cordelia: "Willow, are you aware that there are no fish in your aquarium?"
Willow:

Buffy: "You know, Cordelia, we've already done your car. Call it a night if you
want."
Cordelia: "Thanks. And you know I'd do the same for you if you had a social
life."

Buffy: "Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks."

Angel: "You know what I hate most about these things?" the blackboard, smashing it to pieces> "That they're so damn fragile. Must be
that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh?"

Angel: "'The ritual of restoration.' Huh, well, this-this brings back memories."
Jenny: "Wait, that's your--"
Angel: "Oh, my cure? No thanks. Been there, done that. Deja vu
just isn't what it used to be."

Angel: "Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone...and teacher makes
three."

Angel: "Oh good, I need to work up an appetite first."

Angel: "Sorry, Jenny, this is where you get off."

Angel: "I never get tired of doing that."

Willow: "Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy's mom that he
and Buffy had--well, you know, that...they had...you know...you do know, right?"
Giles: "Oh, yes, sorry."
Willow: "Oh good, 'cause I just realized that being a librarian and all, you maybe
didn't know."
Giles: "No, thank you. I got it."

Giles: "Perhaps I should intervene on-on Buffy's behalf...her mother, and
maybe...say something?"
Willow: "Sure! Like, what would you say?"
Giles: "We--ahh...uh..."
Willow:
Giles: "You will tell Buffy I dropped by?"
Willow: "You bet."

Buffy: "That stuff with the Latin and the herbs -- he's just real superstitious.

Joyce: "I love you more than anything in the world."
Buffy: "..."
Joyce: "That would be your cue to, uh, roll your eyes and tell me I'm grossing
you out."
Buffy: "You're not."

Joyce: "Oh well. I guess that was 'the talk'"
Buffy: "So how'd it go?"
Joyce: "I don't know, it was my first."

Angel: "Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love, the clarity
of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief."

Buffy: "Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift."

Willow: "Look, all his weapons are gone."
Cordelia: "But I thought he kept his weapons at the library."
Xander: "No, there's were his everyday weapons. These were his good
weapons, the ones he, um, breaks out when company comes to visit.

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
her friends' beds."

Spike: "If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus.
This new improved one is not playing with a full sack."

Angel: "Don't worry, Roller Boy, I've got everything under control."

Angel: "Jeez, whatever happened to wooden stakes?"

Spike: "Uh-uh, no fair going into the ring unless he tags you first."

Angel: "All right, you've had your fun. But you know what it's time for now?"
Buffy: "My fun."

Angel: "It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we can live without
passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd be truly dead."