Angel

Buffy: (Listening to Angel's heart beating) That's a good sound. Thump-thump, thump-thump. Angel: It feels pretty amazing. Buffy: I'm so glad we didn't logic ourselves out of this. We'll make it work, right? Angel: We will. Buffy: I'm so sleepy. But, I still want... Angel: What? You couldn't possibly. Not that I wouldn't... Buffy: (chuckles softly) No. No. I'm spent. Pleasantly numb even. You? Angel: For now. Buffy: No, I wanna stay awake. So this day can keep happening. Angel: Sleep. We'll make another one like it tomorrow. Buffy: Angel. This is the first time I've ever really felt this way. Angel: What way? Buffy: Just like I've always wanted to. Like a normal girl, falling asleep in the arms of her normal boyfriend. It's perfect. (Buffy and Angel fall asleep in each other's arms)

Angel: It's heading toward the ocean. Buffy: Are you sure? Angel: It's wounded, I can smell its blood. Buffy: Oh, right… handy skill.

Doyle: I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark on the world. Cordelia: We had a cat that used to do that.

Angel: The Oracles are giving us back the day, turning back time, so I can kill Mohra before his blood makes me mortal. Buffy: When? Angel: Another minute. Buffy: A minute? No. No, it's not enough time! Angel: We don't have a choice. It's done. Buffy: How am I supposed to go on with my life knowing what we had? What we could have had? Angel: You won't. No one will know but me. Buffy: Everything we did. Angel: It never happened. Buffy: It did. It did. I know it did! I felt your heart beat.

Cordelia: I'm in some real pain here and all you can talk about is Angel. Has it even occurred to you how this whole being human thing might affect me? Buffy: Regrettably, no.

Angel: I'm sorry I kissed you like that. Buffy: You are? Angel: Not for the kiss itself. Buffy: Good. I mean, 'cause, as far as kisses go, I thought that it was well above average.

Cordelia: This plant was thriving just this morning. Now look at it. I'm telling you, where she leads, dark forces follow. Doyle: Buffy gave it mites? Cordelia: How else do you explain it? Doyle: Jealousy? Cordelia: I'm jealous of her? Please! Doyle: Just a theory.

Angel: I love chocolate! Ugh, yech. But not, as it turns out, yogurt.

Buffy: I don't need you skulking around, trying to protect me ... unless, of course, I'm in some gigantic fight to the death, which I was last night. That was you helping me, wasn't it? Angel: I was in the neighborhood. Skulking.

Angel: How come I get the feeling you're not telling me everything? Doyle: Because I'm not.

Angel: (after turning human) Oh my God. Food. This is unbelievable...this is so...I forgot how good it all tastes when you're alive. Cordelia: Yeah, they didn't even have cookie-dough-fudge-mint-chip in your day. Angel: Oh! I want some. Can you get that? Cordelia: It'll go straight to your thighs.

Angel: It's complicated how this all happened, Buffy, you know. It's kind of a long story. Buffy: Your new sidekick had a vision, I was in it, you came to Sunnydale? Angel: Okay, maybe not that long.

Angel: I didn't want to stir things up. Cordelia: You don't want to stir, but if my ex came to town and was all stalking me in the shadows and then left and then he didn't even say hello, I'd be... Buffy: A little upset. Wouldn't you?

Doyle: (looking towards Buffy) Don't you want to wake the girl? Angel: Not for the world.

Cordelia: Batten down the hatches, here comes Hurricane Buffy! Doyle: You think? Maybe he's over her. Cordelia: You have so much to learn Little Irish Man.

Mohra Demon: The End of Days has begun and cannot be stopped. For any one of us who falls, ten shall rise. Buffy: You hurt my boyfriend! Mohra Demon: A great darkness is coming. Buffy: You got that right!

Doyle: Did you hear that? Cordy: Yeah, the Angel and Buffy Show. First they talk out their differences, then they punch them out. Doyle: Shouldn't we...? Cordy: Stick our noses where they don't belong and get them flattened? No thank you.

Doyle: I'll finally be free to go out and make me own mark in the world. Cordelia: We had a cat that used to do that. Oh, God! What am I gonna do? I'm good for exactly two things: international superstardom, and helping a vampire with a soul to rid the world of evil. That makes for a short but colorful resume.

Buffy: You know, it's a good thing I didn't fantasize about you turning human about ten zillion times...because today would have been a real let-down.

Doyle: So, that's the Slayer. Cordelia: That's our little Buffy. Doyle: Well, she seemed a little... Cordelia: Bulgarian in that outfit? Doyle: Naw, I was gonna say 'hurt'. Cordelia: Yeah, there's a lot of that when they're together. Come on.

Angel: The gateway for lost souls. It's under the post office? Doyle: Yeah, kinda makes sense when you think about it.

Cordelia: Oh, they'll be into this for a while. We still have time for a cappuccino and probably the director's cut of Titanic.

Female Oracle: (about Angel) This one is willing to sacrifice every drop of human happiness and love he's ever known for another. He is not a lower being.

Cordelia: (about Buffy and Angel) They get groiny with one another and the world as we know it falls apart.

Cordelia: (about Buffy and Angel) Oh, please. They've got the forbidden love of all time. They've been apart for months. Now he's suddenly human? I'm sure they're down there just having tea and crackers.

Buffy: Friend of yours? Angel: Never saw it before. Buffy: It was rude. We should go kill it. Angel: I'm free.

Buffy: Angel? You okay? Angel: I feel weird. Buffy: I know. I do, too. I mean, I only came to see you so I could tell you face to face not to see me face to face anymore. And I know there's a fly in that logic ointment somewhere, but the next thing I knew, we were being attacked by this Mutant Ninja Demon Thing, and we're on the floor on top of each other, and it's just really confusing being around you. Angel: No, I meant I felt weird from the demon's blood. It's powerful. Buffy: Okay. Let's just rewind Buffy's little outburst and pretend it never happened.

Cordelia: Oh my god! She killed him! (touches dust) Oops. My bad. It's just dust. I forgot to clean under the rug. Doyle: What are you trying to give me a heart attack? Cordelia: Hey, don't blame me if he's too cheap to hire a cleaning lady.

Oracle: I like time. There's so little and so much of it.

Buffy: So, what, you just took a whole 24 hours to weigh the ups and downs of being a regular Joe and decided it was more fun being a super hero? Angel: You know that's not it. How can we be together if the cost is your life or the lives of others?