Cordy: Where is the crabby scowl, the morbid gloom? This just means that it cut deeper then usual. Batten down the hatches, here comes Hurricane Buffy.

Doyle: Don't do it, Angel!
Doyle: Listen to me, man, it's not worth it.
Angel: It's not?
Cordy: No! You can't let her get to you like this. You'll meet someone else.
Angel: Because I need it to level my desk. The floor is uneven. You two thought…
Cordy: Doyle did!

Angel: Can I get you anything?
Buffy: How about… an explanation?

Angel: It's complicated how this all happened, Buffy, you know? It's kind of a long story.
Buffy: You're new sidekick had a vision, I was in it, you came to Sunnydale?
Angel: Okay, maybe not that long.

Doyle: So that's the Slayer.
Cordy: That's our Buffy.
Doyle: Well, she seemed a little…
Cordy: Bulgarian in that outfit?
Doyle: No, I was going to say hurt.
Cordy: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.
Doyle: Where are we going?
Cordy: Oh, they'll be into this for a while. We still have time for a cappuccino and probably the director's cut of “Titanic”.

Doyle: Did you hear that?
Cordy: Yeah, the Angel and Buffy show. First they talk out their differences, then they punch them out.
Doyle: Shouldn't we…
Cordy: …Stick our noses where they don't belong and get them flattened? No thank you.

Angel: I feel weird.
Buffy: I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came to see you so I could tell you face-to-face not to see me face-to-face anymore, and I know there is a fly in the logic ointment here somewhere, but… The next thing I knew we're being attacked by this mutant ninja demon thing, and then we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's just really confusing being around you.
Angel: No, I meant I felt weird from the demon’s blood. It's powerful.
Buffy: Oh. Okay. Let's just rewind Buffy's little outburst and pretend it never happened.

Buffy: Oh, boy. I was really jonesing for another heartbreaking sewer talk.
 
Cordy: Oh, my God!
Doyle: What?
Cordy: She killed him! (Elle ramasse de la poussière par terre) Oops! My bad. It's just dust I forgot to sweep under the rug.
Doyle: What, are you trying to give me a heart attack?
Cordy: Hey, don't blame me if he's too cheap to hire a Cleaning Lady.

 Cordy: Hey, you walked in the front door, from the street! You got…
Angel: Yeah.
Cordy: An umbrella!
Doyle: He's alive, Cordelia.

Angel: And I'm so hungry!
Cordy: Look out, he's gonna eat…everything in sight!
Angel: Oh my God. Food. This is unbelievable. This is so…You know, I forgot how good it all tastes when you're alive!
Cordy: Yeah and they didn't even have Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip when you were alive.
Angel: Mmm, I want some! Can you get that?
Cordy: It'll go straight to your thighs.
Angel: Hum, chocolate! Oh, chocolate!
Doyle: All right, all right, we need to focus here. We need to try and find out…
Angel: I love chocolate! (Il boit un yaourt) Uh, but not, as it turns out, yoghurt. Ugh!
Doyle: Orsen! We're in a situation here.
Angel: Right. I know. You're right. Let me think and …now my stomach's killing me.

Angel:  I want to speak to the Powers-That-Be.
Doyle: Woah, Woah, Woah! That's easier said then done, bud. The Powers-That-Be don't live in our reality. You have to approach them through channels. Dangerous channels.
Angel: Yeah, you know what? Start approaching!
Doyle: All right. All right. Maybe we can try the Oracles. But hey, if they turn you into a toad don't say I didn't warn you.

Angel: “The Gateway for Lost Souls”…is under the post office?
Doyle: It makes sense if you think about it.

Cordy: This plant was thriving just this morning. Now look at it. I'm telling you where she leads, dark forces follow.
Doyle: Buffy gave it mites?
Cordy: How else do you explain it?
Doyle: Jealousy?
Cordy: I'm jealous of her? Oh, please!
Doyle: It's just a theory.
Cordy: Jealous or not, our lives are about to kaleidoscope.

Cordy: That's business as usual. They get groiny with each other, the world as we know it falls apart.
Doyle: Well, he's not cursed anymore. And anyway, you can't be sure that they're…
Cordy: Oh, please! They've got the forbidden love of all time. They have been apart for months. Now he's suddenly human? I'm sure they are down there just having tea and crackers.

Angel: I'm really sorry I kissed you like that.
Buffy: You are?
Angel: Well, not for the kiss itself…
Buffy: Good. I mean, cause as far as kisses go I thought it was well above average.

Buffy: You spoke to the Oracles and they said you were cured for good. But how do we know that they really speak for the Powers? I mean they could be pranksters.
Angel: Or there could be another loophole.
Buffy: Exactly. And then the two of us would be in even deeper and it’s 'grr' all over again.

Buffy: You know it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human only about 10 zillion times, because today would have been a real let down. So how does the mature plan go? You call me? I call you? What?
Angel: We stay in touch just not…
Buffy: Literally. Funny.

Buffy: You're human for like a minute and already there is Cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip in the fridge.
Angel: God, I love food.

Cordy: Well, this is working out nicely! I'm out of a job.
Doyle: Hey! It's not just you, you know?
Cordy: Oh, please. Who are you kidding? You're glad it happened.
Doyle: Hey, I'm glad for Angel, but if that means I'm off the hook with the Powers-That-Be as well, all the better. I'm finally free to go out in the world and make me own mark in the world.
Cordy: We had a cat that used to do that. Oh god, what am I going to do? I'm good for exactly two things: International Superstardom, or helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but colorful resume!

Doyle: Oh, to kill the beast one must bring darkness to 1000 eyes.
Angel: Funny, I only saw two.
Doyle: Keep up the glib. It makes me feel like we have a chance.

Cordy: Has it even occurred to you how this whole turning human thing might affect me?
Buffy: Regrettably, no.

Buffy: So what? You just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a superhero?

Buffy: No! Oh God. It's not enough time.
Angel: chh, please. Please.
Angel: Please, please.
Buffy: No. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget. I'll never forget.

Buffy: Yeah. Okay. So I guess we've covered it, right?
Angel: I guess we did.
Buffy: And that's all there really is to say.
 
Angel: Yeah. That's it.