~~~~~~~~~~ Citations
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Réalisé par
Fyno
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?