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Giles: The ritual go alright?
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. 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.
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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.
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Cordelia: Oh God. I invited him into my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants!
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to have to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
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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.
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Buffy: It's so weird. Every time something like this happens, my first instinct is still to run to Angel. I can't believe it's the same person. He's completely different from the guy that I knew.
Willow: Well, sort of, except...
Buffy: Except what?
Willow: You're still the only thing he thinks about.
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Spike: Are you insane?! We're supposed to kill the bitch, not leave gag gifts in the friends' beds.
Drusilla: But, Spike, the bad teacher was going to restore Angel's soul.
Spike: What if she did? If you ask me, I find myself preferring the old Buffy-whipped Angelus. This new, improved one is not playing with a full sack. I love a good slaughter as much as the next bloke, but his little pranks will only leave us with one incredibly brassed-off Slayer!
Angelus: Don't worry, Roller Boy. I've got everything under control.
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Buffy: Willow, I thought I might take in a class. Figured I could use someone who knows where they are.
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Cordelia: So, Giles is going to kill Angel, then?
Xander: Well, it's about time somebody did.
Willow: Xander!
Xander: I'm sorry, but let's not forget that I hated Angel long before you guys jumped on the bandwagon. So I think I deserve a little something for not saying "I told you so" long before now. And if Giles wants to go after the fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say, Faster, pussycat. Kill, kill.
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Angelus: The ritual of restoration. Wow. This... this brings back memories.
Jenny: Wait, that's your...
Angelus: Oh, my cure? No, thanks. Been there, done that, and deja vu just isn't what it used to be.
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Jenny: I know you feel betrayed.
Giles: Yes, well, that's one of the unpleasant side effects of betrayal.
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Jenny: I might be a little late tomorrow. Do you think you could cover my class until I show?
Willow: Really? Me? Teach the class? Sure!
Jenny: Cool.
Willow: Oh, wait. 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?
Jenny: Willow, you're gonna be fine. And I'll try not to be too late, okay?
Willow: Okay, good. Earlier is good. Will I have the power to assign detention? Or make them run laps?
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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... 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.
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(The group are in a heated discussion when Jonathan and another student enter the library)
Xander: Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?
Jonathan: We're supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Xander: Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This is a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?
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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 the chance. I wasn't ready. But I think I finally am.
I can't hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone. Nothing's ever gonna bring him back.
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Jenny: Angel, I have good news.
Angelus: I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store.
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Buffy: So what you're basically saying is, 'just ignore him, and maybe he'll go away'?
Giles: Yes. Precisely.
Xander: Hey, how come Buffy doesn't get a snotty 'once again you boil it down to the simplest form' thing? Watcher's pet.
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Giles: Look, it's classic battle strategy to throw ones opponent off his game. He's trying to provoke you. To taunt you. To goad you into some mishap of some sort.
Xander: The nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah approach to battle?
Giles: Yes, Xander, once again you've managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.