Angel: Still, not every dream you have comes true. I mean, what else did you dream last night? Can you remember?
Buffy: I dreamt… I dreamt that Giles and I opened an office supply warehouse in Vegas.

Buffy: W-w-what if she is… (Angel grabs and kisses her)
Angel: What if what?
Buffy: I’m sorry. Were we talking?

Buffy: This is nice. I like seeing you first thing in the morning.
Angel: It’s bedtime for me.
Buffy: Well, then I like seeing you at bedtime. Um… um, heh… Y-you know what I mean.

Willow: Carpe diem. You told me that once.
Buffy: “Fish of the day”?
Willow: Not carp. Carpe. It means “seize the day”

Willow: Oh, I don’t know, though. I mean, he is a senior.
Buffy: You think he’s too old ‘cause he’s a senior? Please. My boyfriend had a bicentennial.

Buffy: You can’t spend the rest of your life waiting for Xander to wake up and smell the hottie. Make a move. Do the talking thing.
Willow: Well, what if the talking thing becomes the awkward-silence thing?

Oz: I’m gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I’m kinda nervous about it, actually. It’s interesting.
Willow: Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I’m gonna say yes.
Oz: Yeah, it helps. It-it creates a comfort zone. Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?
Willow: Oh! I can’t!

Willow: No, it’s fine! Well, you could be m… my date.
Oz: All right. I’m in.
Willow: I said “date”.

Cordelia: Well, just because she’s Miss Save-The-World and everything, you have to make a big deal? I have to cook! And everything.
Xander: You’re cooking?
Cordelia: Well, I’m chips and dips girl.
Xander: Horrors! All that opening and stirring.
Cordelia: And shopping and carrying.
Xander: Well, then you should have a person who does such things for you.
Cordelia: Well, that’s what I’ve been saying to my father, but does he listen?

Xander: I dunno. This… thing with us, despite our better judgment, it keeps happening. Maybe we should just admit that we’re dating.
Cordelia: Groping in a broom closet isn’t dating. You don’t call it a date until the guy spends money.

Giles: Here comes Buffy. Now remember: discretion is the better part of valor.
Xander: You coulda just said, “shh!”. God, are all you Brits such drama queens? Buffy, I feel a pre-birthday spanking coming on.

Giles: Still, best to be, uh, on the alert. If Drusilla is alive, i-I-it could be a fairly… cataclysmic state of affairs.
Xander: Again, so many words! Couldn’t you just say, “We’d be in trouble.” ?

Xander: Gone. Notice the economy of phrasing: “Gone.” Simple. Direct.

Joyce: Hmm. So, does, um, 17 feel any different than 16?
Buffy: It’s funny you should ask that. You know, I woke up feeling more responsible, mature and levelheaded.
Joyce: Really? Tch. It’s uncanny.
Buffy: I now possess the qualities one looks for in a… licensed driver.

Xander: Hey! It’s the woman of the hour.
Willow: It’s Happy Birthday Buffy! … Not Happy Birthday Buffy?

Giles: Y-y-y-you dreamt that the Master had risen, but you stopped it from happening.
Xander: You ground his bones to make your bread.
Buffy: That’s true. Except for the bread part.

Giles: Buffy’s surprise party will go ahead as we planned. Except I won’t be wearing the little hat.

Willow: And anyway. Angel’s coming. So she’ll be able to protect him and have cake.

Oz: Yeah. Hey, did everybody see that guy just turn to dust?
Willow: Uh, well, uh… sort of.
Xander: Yep. Vampires are real. A lot of them live in Sunnydale. Willow will fill you in.
Willow: I know it’s hard to accept at first.
Oz: Actually, it explains a lot.

Willow: Do what, reassemble the Judge?
Angel: And bring forth Armageddon.
Cordelia: Is anybody else gonna have cake?

Angel: She’s right. I gotta gat this to the remotest region possible.
Buffy: But that’s not months.
Angel: I gotta catch a cargo ship to Asia, maybe trek to Nepal…
Buffy: You know, those newfangled flying machines really are much safer than they used to be.

Angel: My people – before I was changed – they exchanged this as a sign of devotion. It’s claddagh ring. The hands represent friendship, the crown represents loyalty… and the heart… well, you know… wear it with the heart pointing towards you. It means you belong to somebody. Like this.

Xander: Hmm, it’s sad, granted. But let’s look at the upside for a moment. I mean, what kind of future would she’ve really had with him? She’s got 2 jobs – Denny’s waitress by day, Slayer by night – and Angel’s always front of the TV with a big blood belly, and he’s dreamin’ of the glory days when Buffy still thought this whole creature of the night routine was a big turnon.
Willow: You’ve thought way too much about this.
Xander: No, no. That’s just the beginning. Have I told you the part where I fly into town in my private jet and take Buffy out for prime rib?

Giles: The more I study the Judge, the less I like him. His touch can literally burn the humanity out of you. A true creature of evil can survive the process. No human aver has.
Xander: What’s the problem? We send Cordy to fight this guy, and we go for pizza.

Giles: Round robin?
Willow: It’s when everybody calls everybody else’s mom and tells them they’re staying at everyone’s house.
Buffy: Thus freeing us up for world savage.
Willow: And all-night keggers! What, only Xander gets to make dumb jokes?

Angel: Yeah. She hasn’t been sleeping well. Tossing and turning. She told me. Because of her dreams?