"Angel":
Buffy: Angel?
Angel: Hmm?
Buffy: Do you snore?
Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a
position to let me know.
"Bad Eggs":
Angel: You really don't care what happens a year from now?
Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, a-a... all I see is you! All
I want is you.
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Buffy: But I looked good in it.
Joyce: You looked like a streetwalker.
Buffy: But a thin streetwalker. That's
probably not gonna be the winning argument, is it?
"Passion":
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... guides 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.
"Becoming", part 1:
Xander: You can paint this any way you want. But the way
I see it is that you wanna forget all about Ms. Calendar's murder so you can get your boyfriend back.
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Angelus: My boy Acathla here is about to wake up. You're going to Hell.
Buffy: Save me a seat.
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