Buffy:
Well! Look who's here!
Angel: Hi.
Buffy: I'd say it's nice to see you, but then we both know that's a big
fib.
Angel: I won't be long.
Buffy: No, you'll just give me a cryptic warning about some exciting new
catastrophe, and then disappear into the night. Right?
Angel: You're cold.
Buffy: You can take it.
Angel: I mean, you look cold.
Xander: Oh, right! Give her your jacket. It's a balmy night, no one needs
to be trading clothing out there!
Buffy:
What happened?
Angel: I didn't pay attention.
Buffy: To somebody with a big fork?
Angel: He's coming.
Buffy: The Fork Guy?
Angel: Don't let him corner you. Don't give him a moment's mercy. He'll
rip your throat out.
Buffy: Okay, I'll give you improved marks for that one. Ripping a throat
out, it's a strong visual, it's not cryptic!
Angel: I have to go.
Buffy: Sweet dreams to you, too.
Giles: That's all he said? Fork Guy?
Buffy: That's all Cryptic Guy said: Fork Guy.
Giles: I think there are too many guys in your life.
Xander:
"It's funny how the earth never opens up and swallows you when you want it
to."
Xander:
"This is a question that no one particularly wants to hear, but...where did
they put his head?"
Willow: "Good point. I didn't want to hear that."
Xander:
...I realize it's no mystery guy handing out leather jackets, and while we're on
the subject, what kind of a girlie name is 'Angel' anyway?
Xander:
"Forgiveness is my middle name. Well actually, it's Lavelle."
Xander:
"What kind of a girly name is 'Angel' anyway?
Giles:
"Whatever you do, it had better be sudden and swift. This beast is extremely
dangerous."
Buffy: "Well, your buddy Carlyle faced it, and he's still around."
Giles: "Yes, in a straightjacket, howling his innards out day and
night."
Buffy: "Okay, Admiral, way to inspire the troops."
Giles: "Sorry."
Willow:
"According to Miss French's personnel records, she was born in 1907. She's
like, ninety years old."
Giles: "And extremely well-preserved."
Giles:
Uh, well, basically the, uh, the She-Mantis assumes the form of a beautiful
woman and then lures innocent virgins back to her nest.
Buffy: Virgins? Well, Xander's not a, uh...I mean, he's probably...
Willow: ...gonna die!
Buffy:
"Bat sonar. Makes your whole nervous system go to hell. You can go there with it."
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