Buffy:
"Digging on the undead doesn't exactly do wonders for your social
life."
Buffy:
"Right, who needs a social life when you've got your very own hellmouth?"
Giles: "Yes! You have a duty, a purpose. You have a commitment in life. Now
how many people your age can say that?"
Buffy: "We talkin' foreign or domestic? How 'bout none?"
Richard:
"Hi, sweetheart. I'm Richard, and you are...?"
Buffy: "So not interested."
Angel:
What are you sayin', you wanna have a date?
Buffy: No.
Angel: You don't wanna have a date?
Buffy: Who said 'date'? I-I-I never said 'date'.
Angel: Right. You just wanna have coffee or somethin'.
Buffy: Coffee?
Angel: I knew this was gonna happen.
Buffy: What? What do you think is happening?
Angel: You're sixteen years old. I'm two hundred and forty-one.
Buffy: I've done the math.
Angel: You don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you want...
Buffy: Oh. No, I, I think I do. I want out of this conversation.
Angel: Listen, if we date you and I both know one thing's gonna lead to
another.
Buffy: One thing already has led to another. You think it's a little late
to be reading me a warning label?
Angel: I'm just tryin' to protect you. This could get outta control.
Buffy: Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
Angel: This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up
from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.
Buffy: No. When you kiss me I wanna die.
Buffy: I-I'm not
going with Angel. I'm going with -- ye gods -- Cordelia.
Willow: Cordelia?! Did I sound a little jealous just then, 'cause
I'm not really... Cordelia?!
Xander: Cordelia's much better for you than Angel.
Willow: What happened with Angel?
Buffy: Nothing, as usual. A whole lotta nothing with Angel.
Xander: Bummer.
Willow: I don't understand. I mean, he likes you. More than likes.
Buffy: Angel barely says two words to me.
Xander: Don't you hate that?
Buffy: And when he does, he treats me like I'm a child.
Xander: That bastard!
Buffy: You know, at least Tom can carry on a conversation.
Xander: Yeah! Tom? Who's Tom?
Willow: The frat guy.
Cordelia:
"Buffy! Did you lose weight? And your hair...alright, I respect you too
much to be dishonest."
Willow:
"I can't believe she lied to Giles. My world is all askew."
Xander: "Buffy's lying...Buffy's going to frat parties...that's not
askew,
that's cockeyed."
Willow: "Askew means cockeyed."
Xander: "Oh."
Buffy: Angel showed
up. He could smell it.
Xander: The blood? There's a guy you wanna party with.
Xander: Whoa!
Whoa-ho-ho, rewind. Since when do they have orgies, and why aren't I on
the mailing list?
Willow: I can't
believe she lied to Giles. My world is all askew.
Xander: Buffy's lying, Buffy's going to frat parties... That's not
askew, that's cockeyed.
Willow: Askew means cockeyed.
Tom: No. We're not
all a bunch of drunken louts. Some of us are sober louts.
Willow: Oh! Sorry.
The reflection thing that you don't have. Angel, how do you shave?
Giles: She lied to
me?
Willow: Well...
Angel: Did... she have a date?
Willow: Well... Well, why do you think she went to that party?
Because you gave her the brush-off! And you, you never let her do anything
except work and patrol! And I know she's the Chosen One, but you're
killing her with the pressure! I mean, she's sixteen going on forty! And
you! I mean, you're gonna live forever! You don't have time for a cup of
coffee?! Okay, I don't feel better now, and we've gotta help Buffy.
Buffy:
"I told one lie. I had one drink."
Giles: "Yes, and you were very nearly devoured by a giant demon
snake. The
words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture."
Xander: Angel, Angel, Angel. Does every conversation we have have to
come around to that freak? Hey, man, how you doin'?
Angel: Buffy.
Buffy: Angel.
Xander: Xander!
Angel: I hear this place, uh, serves coffee. I thought maybe you
and I should get some. Sometime. If you want.
Buffy: Yeah. Sometime. I'll let you know.
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