Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Angel: I'm sorry. Buffy, you know how much I love you. It kills me to say this. Buffy: Then don't. Who are you to tell me what's right for me? You think I haven't thought about this. Angel: Have you? Rationally? Buffy: No. Of course not. I'm just some swooning little school girl, right? Angel: I'm trying to do what's right here. I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart. Buffy: Heart? You have a heart? It isn't even beating. Angel: Don't. Buffy: Don't what? Don't love you? I'm sorry. You know what? I didn't know that I got a choice in that. I'm never gonna change. I can't change. I want my life to be with you. Angel: I don't. Buffy: You don't want to be with me? I can't believe you're breaking up with me. Angel: It doesn't mean that I don't... Buffy: How am I supposed to stay away from you? Angel: I'm leaving. After the Ascension. After it's finished with the Mayor and Faith. If we survive, I'll go. Buffy: Where? Angel: I don't know. Buffy: Is this really happening?

Angel: Today. But you have no idea how fast it goes, Buffy. Before you know it, you'll want it all. A normal life. Buffy: I'll never have a normal life. Angel: Right. You'll always be the Slayer. But that's all the more reason why you should have a real relationship instead of this... this freakshow. I didn't mean that.

Angel: I've been thinking, about our future. And the more I do, the more I feel like us — you and me — being together is unfair to you. Buffy: Is this about what the Mayor said? Because he was just trying to shake us up. Angel: He was right. Buffy: No. No, he wasn't. He's the bad guy. Angel: You deserve more. You deserve something outside of demons and darkness. You should be with someone who can take you into the light. Someone who can make love to you. Buffy: I don't care about that. Angel: You will. And children. Buffy: Children? Can you say jumping the gun. I killed my goldfish.

Buffy: I always say that a patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinking sewers. Angel: I'm sure I saw him come down here. Buffy: Couldn't we just let this be the vamp that got away? We can say he was this big. Angel: What can I say, I need closure.

Angel: The prom? Buffy: End of high school, rite of passage thingy. Think "cotillion" with spiked punch and the electric slide.

Buffy: Great thing about being a slayer, kicking ass is comfort food.

Anya: (sighs) I don't have a date to the prom. Xander: Well gosh. I wonder why not. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with your sales pitch? Anya: Men are evil. Will you go with me? Xander: One of us is very confused and I honestly don't know which. Anya: You know, this happens to be all your fault. Xander: My fault? Anya: You were unfaithful to Cordelia, so I took on the guise of the twelfth grader to tempt her with a wish, and I lost my powers, and I got stuck in this persona, and now I have all these feelings! And I don't understand it, I don't like it! All I know is I really wanna go to this dance, and I want someone to go with me. Xander: Be still, my heart. Or wait it is. How come I got the short straw? Anya: You're not quite as obnoxious as most of the alpha-males around here. Plus I know you don't have a date. Xander: I haven't settled on anyone yet. Anya: Fine. Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts. Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that it just means his eyes are open.

Joyce: Because when it comes to you, Angel, she's just like any other young girl in love. You're all she can see of tomorrow. But I think we both know that there are some hard choices ahead. If she can't make them, you're going to have to. I know you care about her. I just hope you care enough.

Oz: Everything cool? Buffy: Coolest. Devil dogs are history. How's the prom? Oz: Strangely affecting. I got all teared up when they played "We Are Family".

Wesley: I must say, this is all rather odd to me. Giles: Oh, yes. Being at an all-male preparatory, we didn't go in for this sort of thing. Wesley: No, of course not. Unless you count the nights you made the lowerclassmen get up as girls, and watched them-- Dip is tasty, isn't it?

Anya: (about her vengeance job) She wished her husband's head would explode, which was great, except we were standing three feet from him at the time. What a mess. Of course, you know, during the plague, it was always parts falling off, but... that got pretty old since really they pretty much were anyway.

Buffy: That's it. Assuming we survive this Ascension thing, he's gonna leave town. Willow: Well, he's a fool. He's just a big dumb, jerk person if you ask me. And he's a super maxi jerk for doing it right before the prom. Buffy: It's not his fault. He's 243 years old. He doesn't exactly get the prom. Willow: But he should, if... Buffy: Will, it's okay. You don't have to make him the bad guy. Willow: But that's the best friends job, vilifying and grousing. Buffy: Usually yeah. But he's right. I mean, I think, maybe in the long run, that he's right. Willow: Yeah. I think he is. I mean, I tried to hope for the best but... I'm sorry. It must be horrible. Buffy: I think horrible is still coming. Right now it's worse. Right now, I'm just trying to keep from dying. Willow: Oh Buffy. Buffy: I can't breathe, Will. I feel like I can't breathe.

Oz: Anya, huh? Interesting choice. Xander: Choice is kind of a broad term for my situation. See, it's either Anya, or the sock puppet of love for this boy. Willow: Well, if Anya tries to get you killed, put me down for a big "I told you so." Xander: (as sock puppet) Who is this Anya? Is she prettier than me?

Jonathan: (presenting the class awards at the prom) We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you. But that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here. Student: Zombies! Second student: Hyena people! Third student: Snyder! Jonathan: But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the Class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history. And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks and gives you this. It's from all of us. And it has written here – Buffy Summers... Class Protector.

Giles: You did good work tonight Buffy. Buffy: And I got a little toy surprise. Giles: I had no idea that children en masse could be gracious. Buffy: Every now and then, people surprise you. Giles: Every now and then. (Angel enters) Buffy: I never thought you'd come. Angel: It's a big night. I didn't want to miss it. It's just tonight. It doesn't mean that I... Buffy: I know. I mean, I understand. Angel: Dance with me? (They dance)

Welsey: Mr. Giles. I'd like your opinion. While the last thing I want to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth, I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance would... Giles: For God's sake, man, she's eighteen. And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. Just have at it, would you, and stop fluttering about. Wesley: Right, then. Thanks for that.