Angel: Hi.
Buffy: Angel…
Buffy: So, are you shopping? You’re probably not shopping.
Angel: I couldn’t sleep.
Buffy: Vampires probably not that big on Christ, now that I think about it.

Buffy: And then he just bailed. He didn’t say anything. He just took off. It was so weird.
Xander: Angel? Weird? What are the odds?

Buffy: No. I don’t wanna bug Giles. He’s still kinda twitchy when it comes to the subject of Angel.
Xander: Well, it must be that whole Angel-killed-his-girlfriend-and-tortured-him thing. Hey, Giles is pretty petty when it comes to stuff like that.

Xander: Well, I’ll be enjoying my annual Christmas Eve camp-out. See, I take my sleeping bag outside and I go to sleep on the grass.
Willow: Sounds fun.
Xander: Yeah, I like to look at the stars, you know? Feel the whole nature vibe.
Cordelia: I thought you slept outside to avoid your family’s drunken Christmas fights.
Xander: Yes. And that was a confidence I was hoping you would share with everyone.

Cordelia: Well, I’ll be in Aspen. Skiing. With actual snow.
Buffy: I hear that helps.

Joyce: Oh, you know, honey. I was thinking. Maybe we should invite Faith to spend Christmas Eve with us.
Buffy: I don’t know. Faith and I don’t really hang out. Or talk or make eye contact lately.

Angel: Um… I’m sorry to bother you.
Giles: Sorry. Coming from you that phrase strikes me as rather funny. “Sorry to bother me.”
Angel: I need your help.
Giles: And the funny keeps on coming.

Giles: Well, we start, not surprisingly, with research. Xander, um, the Black Chronicles. And, uh, Buffy, the diary of Lucious Temple, an acolyte of Acathla, expert on demons. You can skip the passages on his garden unless you’re keen on growing heartier beets.

Willy: Well… I heard a few things, you know, from the underground.
Xander: The underground?
Willy: Yeah, you know. From things that live under the ground.

Willy: Hey. You did great, by the way. I was very intimidated by you.
Xander: Really? Thanks.

Buffy: “A child shall be born of man and goat and have two heads, and The First shall speak only in riddles…” No wonder you like this stuff. It’s like reading The Sun.

Jenny/The First: Hmm. You think you can fight me? I’m not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can’t even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You’ll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.
Buffy: Alright, I get it. You’re evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?

Jenny/The First: You have no idea what you’re dealing with.
Buffy: Lemme guess. Is it… evil?

Buffy: What about me? I love you so much… And I tried to make you go away… I killed you and it didn’t help. And I hate it! I hate that it’s so hard… and that you can hurt me so much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don’t. I can’t.

Buffy: Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can’t convince you that you belong in this world, then I don’t know what can. But do not expect me to watch. And don’t expect me to mourn for you, because…