Angelus: Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping… waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us… guide us… Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? (…) Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. (…) It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… Without passion, we’d be truly dead.

Buffy: Positive. When I woke up, I found a picture he’d left me on my pillow.
Xander: A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy.

Xander: Y’know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
Cordelia: Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants.
Xander: Yep, you’re doomed to havin’ to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.

Jonathan: We’re supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Xander: Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?

Giles: So Angel has decided to step up his harassment of you?
Cordelia: By sneaking in her room and leaving stuff at night? Why doesn’t he just slit her throat or strangle her while she’s sleeping or cut her heart out?
 What? I’m trying to help.

Giles: Yes. Uh, uh, look, it’s-it’s classic battle strategy to throw one’s opponent off his game. He-he-he’s just trying to provoke you. Uh, to taunt you, to, to goad you into, uh, some mishap of some sort.
Xander: The nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah approach to battle?
Giles: Yes, Xander, once more you’ve managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.

Buffy: What about until you find a spell.
Cordelia: Until then, you and your mother are welcome to ride around with me in my car.

Xander: Hey, how come Buffy doesn’t get a snotty “once again you boil it down to the simplest form” thing? Watcher’s pet.

Willow: Oh, wait. W-what if they don’t recognize my authority? What if they try to convince me that you always let them leave class early? What if there’s a fire drill? What if there’s a fire?

Willow: I agree with Giles. You need to just try and not let him get to you. Angel’s only doing this to try to get you to do something stupid. I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes. Dead or alive.

Buffy: I know I’ll sleep easier when I can… sleep easier.

Buffy: No problem. Hey, sorry about your fish.
Willow: Oh, it’s okay. We hadn’t really had time to bond yet. Although for the first time I’m glad my parents didn’t let me have a puppy.

Angelus: Well, maybe next time I’ll bring you with me, Spike. Might be handy to have you around if I ever need a really good parking space.

Xander: Well, good morning, ladies. And what did you two do last night?
Willow: We had kind of a “pajama party sleepover with weapons” thing.
Xander: Oh. And I don’t suppose either of you had the presence of mind to locate a camera to capture the moment.

Willow: I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes, and I have to arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers. Oh, darn. She’s here. Five hours of lesson planning yesterday down the drain…
Willow: I’m gonna have a hard time explaining this to my dad.
Buffy: You really think it’ll bother him?
Willow: Ira Rosenberg’s only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander’s house just to watch “A Charlie Brown Christmas” every year.

Buffy: You know, Cordelia, we’ve already done your car. Call it a night if you want.
Cordelia: Right. Thanks. And you know I’d do the same for you if you had a social life.

Giles: Right. I guess I should do my apartment tonight. The ritual go all right?
Willow: Oh, yeah. It went fine. Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy’s mom that he and Buffy had… Well, you know, that they had… you know. You do know, right?
Giles: Oh, yes. Yes. Sorry.
Willow: Oh, good, ‘cause I just realized that being a librarian and all, you maybe didn’t know.
Giles: Oh, thank you. I got it.

Giles: In my years as… Watcher… I’ve buried… too many people. But Jenny was the first I’ve loved.
Buffy: I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t kill him for you… for her… when I had a chance. I wasn’t ready. But I think I finally am.