You hear xander's voice lightly talking and he says:
" Life is weird. You think you know everything. You think you know yourself.:sighs lightly: You think, but you don't. There is always a longing; a need for more, for less. For something that isn't explained. But hey, life is short. You take what you get. The blows, the hardships, the extreme highs. I make jokes to cope, but when ... when you don't know how or why something happens, you do what is needed to be done, and you keep on living. "

Dawn: (smiling) Hey!
Willow: Hey, Dawnie. Buffy, uh, out patrolling already? (Dawn nods)
Xander: So, uh, anything new about Warren and the Nerd Herd?
Dawn: No, just a big monster hunt.
Xander: Man, a nerd goes into hiding, he really goes into hiding.
Dawn: Does anybody want to come to the mall with me for birthday presents?
Willow: Oh, I would, honey, but ... I've got my group. You know, the whole Spellcasters Anonymous thing? We're still looking for a better name.
Dawn: Oh. Well, yeah, uh, no, that-that's good. You should ... do that. (beat) So what about you guys?
Anya: Stuck in doing-the-books-ville.
Xander: Aw, I'd love to go with you, but I gotta finish this new shift schedule for the crew by tomorrow morning.
Willow: Sorry, it just looks like one of those nights. You know?
Dawn: Yeah.
Willow: You okay going on your own?
Dawn: Yeah. Somehow I'll, uh, manage to pull it off.

Xander: So, who's coming, you invite anyone else?
Buffy: Just you guys. Willow, Tara. The gang. Oh, and Sophie from work What? Like I'm one of those losers who can't make friends outside her tight little circle? No. I'm friendly. We bonded instantly. Peas in a pod. Bonded peas.
Anya: Really? Um, what's Sophie's last name?

Anya: (smiling) Well, well ... we invited someone for you. (whispers) A guy.
Dawn: For Buffy? Really?
Xander: Ahh, don't worry, it's not a setup.
Anya: Right. No. Just an attractive single man, with whom we hope you find much in common. And if you happen to form-
Xander: Ahn-
Anya: -a romantic relationship leading to babies-
Xander: Ahn-
Anya: -and many double dates with us so we have someone else to talk to, yay!

Willow: Hey.
Tara: Hey.
Willow: Hey. How are you?
Tara: Fine, thanks, I'm ... I'm fine. I, how are you?
Willow: Great! I mean... Fine. I'm, I'm ... finey McFine. Fine.
Tara: Y-you look...
Willow: Thanks.
Tara: I mean ... great.
Willow: Thanks. You do too. Is that a new-
Tara: Oh, yeah.

Buffy: Spike.
Spike: Yeah. Willow mentioned the shindig ... figured we're all part of the team.Spike: You wanna slip away for a minute, luv?
Buffy: What?
Spike: I'll let you blow out my candles.
Buffy: Here. Now? I don't think so.
Spike: Oh, what, you worried about Richard? You don't wanna make your new boyfriend jealous, huh?
Buffy: Shut up. He's ... sweet.
Spike: 'Oh, shut up, he's sweet.'
Buffy: Maybe he's not the jealous one.

Buffy: Welcome! (Sophie exchanging smiles with Tara) Uh, we're somewhere between, uh, presents and cake. (to Anya) There is gonna be cake eventually, right? (Anya nodding)
Sophie: (walking into the living room) Hey. Uh, my mom told me to say thank you right away, 'cause, otherwise I usually forget. So, thank you.Buffy and Anya listen to this politely. We see Spike in the background watching.Sophie: And, also, um, I can't have any, any chocolate, or, or peanuts or egg yolks.
Anya: (whispers to Buffy) Is this the friend you brought from work?
Buffy: Yes.
Sophie: A-and sometimes dairy.
Buffy: No problem.
Anya: (whispers to Buffy) Our friend is better.
Spike: I had ... a ... muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping.
Tara: A muscle cramp? In your ... pants?
Spike: What, it's a thing.
Tara: Right.

Richard: I can't be late today.
Spike: You should definitely go. Let's find your coat and get you on your merry way.
Buffy: Spike.

DAWN: Some vamp get rough with you?
BUFFY: (examining coat, muttering) He's not getting any gentler.
WILLOW: He?
BUFFY: (quickly) They. Them. You know. (Willow and Dawn looking at her) Vampiresin the, in the ... general population sense. (looks at jacket, sighs) Now I'mgonna have to wash this.
WILLOW: (smiling) Ready for a bold suggestion? (smiling at Dawn, then at Buffy)Blow it off! Dawnie and I are headed out to the Bronze.
DAWN: Um, do I have your permission and wanna come along? (grinning) You likehow I slipped in that permission request like that?
WILLOW: Very smooth.
BUFFY: You guys go.
DAWN: Really?
WILLOW: Buffy, are you sure? I-it might do you good to get away from the DoubleMeat lifestyle for a night. See your friends.
DAWN: Who'd love to see you.
BUFFY: I'm sure. I've seen enough action for one night. (to Dawn) Home byeleven?
DAWN: (smiles) On the dot.
BUFFY: Have a good time. (to herself) Somebody should.

BUFFY: Riley.
RILEY: Sorry to just drop in on you like this, Buffy.
BUFFY: It's you.
RILEY: It's me.
BUFFY: You're here.
RILEY: I know.
BUFFY: And ... were you always this tall?
RILEY: (leans closer) Look, this isn't the way I wanted it. But something's comeup, something big. We don't have much time. You understand?
BUFFY: (nodding) Not a work you've said so far.
RILEY: Right. I should have known, anticipated. You're working.
BUFFY: Well, just counter, not grill any more.
RILEY: I want to explain, I just don't have time. I've been up for 48 hoursstraight tracking something bad, and now it's come to Sunnydale.
BUFFY: My hat has a cow.
RILEY: (sighs) I know that I'm putting you on the spot, showing up like this,but ... but you know, here we are. I need the best. I need you, Buffy. (Buffystaring at him) Can you help me?

BUFFY: Nice wheels.
RILEY: Came with the car.
BUFFY: (smiles) Know where we're goin'?
RILEY: Got an idea. The tag's on-line. We'll find it.
BUFFY: How's your arm?
RILEY: It'll heal. How you doin'?
BUFFY: Complicated question.
RILEY: I just meant-
BUFFY: I know.
RILEY: I hear ya. Got some, uh ... big stories to tell you to. If we ever gethalf a second.
BUFFY: Did you die?
RILEY: No.
BUFFY: I'm gonna win.
RILEY: Here. (grabs something from behind the seat and gives it to her) Nooffense, but this is black ops, and you look like a pylon.
BUFFY: (looks at it) Ninja wear?
RILEY: Battle gear. Lightweight Kevlar, state of the art.
BUFFY: What a surprise.
RILEY: Boys like toys. Put it on, thank me later.
BUFFY: (smiling) You won't look?
RILEY: (staring at the road ahead) I'm a gentleman.
BUFFY: Okay. (begins unfolding the clothes) So ... the black-ops life, it'sworkin' out for ya?
RILEY: Don't suck.
BUFFY: They got dental?
RILEY: (smiles) Yeah, we're covered.
RILEY: You know, there's not many people I'd ask to risk their life for me,Buffy. It's really good to see you.
BUFFY: Thanks.
RILEY: You're welcome. And Buffy ... love the hair.

SPIKE: Now, be a good tin soldier and, uh... (makes a go-away gesture)
RILEY: Where are they ... Doctor?
SPIKE: Where are what, and why do you keep calling me that? (begins putting on pants)
RILEY: Glad to be back in Sunnydale. The locals all speak English, and I know who to beat for information. It's all brought me here.
SPIKE: Look, crew cut. (fastening his belt) She's not your bint any more. And if I can speak frankly, she always had a little thing for me, even when she was shagging you.
RILEY: Nice. That's very distracting. (walks closer) Now tell me, before I get unprofessional... (pointing his gun at Spike) ...where are the eggs, Spike?
SPIKE: Eggs? (scoffs) You're off your nut. It must be those drugs they were keeping you on. I did warn you.
RILEY: Okay. We can do this the hard way, or we can do this the fatal way.

XANDER: (sighs) And I have no idea what Riley and Mrs. Riley's wedding was like.
ANYA: Well, you haven't shut up about them.
XANDER: Well, they have a great marriage! And it bummed Buffy out, but I can see it. And Anya ... I really have no clue what their wedding was like.
ANYA: So our wedding... (Xander nodding) ...is not our marriage. (smiles)
XANDER: Separate things. One fills me with a dread akin to public speaking engagements.
ANYA: And that would be the wedding.
XANDER: Which will be over soon.
ANYA: But our marriage...
XANDER: That lasts forever.

Wesley: I didnt sleep very well.
Angel: Yeah, and you look like hell. Not the fun one where they burn you with hot pokers for all eternity, but the hard core one. You know, Nixon and Britney Spears.

Gunn: (about Wraithers) I wonder why they would want to look like musicians?
Angel: For the chicks. Musicians get the chicks. What, they're going to appear as dentists? Let's take them out. Where are they?

Wesley: (to Justine) You lost family. Im sorry. Angel and the people I work with are my family, and when I say I dont want to see anyone get hurt, (grabs Justine and puts her own knife to her throat) I mostly mean them. But I don't stab people in the back.
Holtz: Youre an honest man. I trust you.

Gunn: (to Angel) You were all hyped up this morning, then you went all Tyson on those demons, then you kind of crashed. Had another drink, then you started throwing things.
Fred: Uh, huh. Just like my Aunt Viola and her Southern Comfort.
Angel: Hey, vampire. Need to drink something red. It doesnt make me a bloodaholic.

Wesley: Oh for Gods sake. I know youre better at following people than this. So whats the play?
Justine: I just need to talk to you. I'm alone. He doesnt know that Im I want to talk to you about him.
Wesley: Holtz? Great guy. Not overly tall. (condescendingly) Is this the part where you offer to help me behind his back?
Justine: Do you believe in anything? Or is it all just a big scam to you?
Wesley: Youre a soldier, fight to the death kind. I respect that. You work for a man that you think is noble and good. I respect that. Trouble is, hes not.
Justine: You work with a vampire.
Wesley: Who, in fact, is noble and good. Quirky, but there it is. Holtz talks about justice, and its stirring, but what he wants is revenge. Hes driven by it, blinded by it, and if you, me, or anybody else gets in his way, hell kill for it.
Justine: Youre wrong. You don't know him. Everything hes done for me, for all of us.
Wesley: It sounds like a nice cult.
Justine: He gave you his word. Hell keep it. Youre the one who's blind.
Wesley: How so?
Justine: What youre about to do to your friend. I imagine its easier to hate Holtz than yourself.
Wesley: Theres enough to go around for both him and me. Be careful.

Lilah: How did you find me?
Angel: Your assistant.
Lilah: I'll have his arms broken.
Angel: Already taken care of.

Holtz: (to Connor) Hello son. I'm your father. And that strong lady with the black eye is your mother. Your name is Steven Franklin Thomas, and youre going to grow up with me on a little ranch in the middle of nowhere.

Lilah: (incredulously about Connor) Youd rather see the lunatic with the baby than us?

Angel: They want the baby alive.
Holtz: Something we all have in common.
Sahjhan: Not all of us. You do not want the child alive. You want the child dead. That was our arrangement.
Lilah: (sarcastically) Yeah, Im a lawyer. Have you met me? We have a new arrangement. Im keeping the baby.
Sahjhan: You cant' do that.
Lilah: Ignore the loudmouth with the bad skin. He's impotent in this dimension.

Soldier: Should we do something about (gestures toward Angel)
Lilah: Yes we should. We should let him suffer.

Angel: "These things (cellphones) must have been invented by a bored warlord!"

Faith: "You think? Because what if you kill me - and you experience that one true moment of pleasure? Oops! I'd get off on that. Go ahead. Do me. Let's take that hell ride together. Come on, Angel, I'm all yours. I'm giving you an open invitation.... Jeez, you're pathetic... You and your little tortured soul, got to think everything through. Well, think fast, lover. You dont' do me, you know I'm gonna do you."

Spike: "Out for a walk .... BITCH!"

Cordy: Well that's uh, I mean I can feel the tension draining already. And a little sediment going down the wrong (cough - smiles) Mmm. Tasty.
Groo: Might I further relieve you by at first gently and then more rapidly rubbing your schlug-tee.
Cordy: Uh... I don't really, um... Maybe later at home. (Whispers) I don't feel comfortable doing it in the office, Groo.
Groo: Doing "It"?
Cordy: Sex
Groo: Oh, you wish to have sex?!
Cordy: What?! No! Shh.
Groo: I was proposing a massage of your schlug-tee, your tense, neck muslce. But it is always an honor to make sex with you. (leans in & whispers) Later home. I understand perfectly.
Cordy: Angel.
Groo: Is not who I am princess.
Cordy: I know, he's back. You didn't happen to hear...
Angel: Hear what?
Cordy: (Laughs) Good. So how did it go?
Angel: I found Holtz
Cordy: And?
Angel: I didn't kill him.
Cordy: Maybe you're growing as a person. What did you do?
Angel: We talked.
Cordy: About Conner -- uh, Steven.
Angel: Yeah, did he come home?
Cordy: No, he's still out with Gunn and Fred. You said... home.
Angel: Yeah, it's a long story, but Holtz wants what's best for him.
Cordy: And what's best for him is living here with us? That's great. Oh, my god, I'm so happy. (laughs)
Groo: Yes, it is a happy time.

Angel: I don't even own a TV. He's gonna want to watch TV. Not too much, I mean after homework and chores. He's gonna need clothes. Weekly allowance. What's good nowadays? 50 cents? A dollar?
Cordy: Yeah, if your Tom Sawyer painting a fence.
Angel: See I'm so out of touch. He's gonna hate me.
Cordy: No, he's not. He's gonna love you.
Angel: How do you know?
Cordy: Because you're you.
Angel: Me. A vampire.
Cordy: You, a vampire.
Angel: Who drinks blood, keeps to the shadows, is older than everybody he knows put together.
Cordy: You're all those things, plus tight with a buck, but none of that matters.
Angel: Why not?
Cordy: Because, you have the biggest and best heart of anyone I have ever known. He's a smart kid. He'll figure it out. It's gonna be all right.
Angel: You're really --
Cordy: Aren't I? Feeling better or do you have to keep looking at rooms.
Angel: Uh, both.
Lorne: Then he can have mine.
Cordy: What do you mean?
Lorne: I'm leaving. On the midnight train to Georgia. Actually it's the 9:18 flight to Vegas tomorrow night, but where's the poetry in that.
Angel: Is this because of Conner? Steven.
Loren: This is 'cause of me. Buddy of mine's got a club off the strip and he needs a singer and a seer. I could maybe do a little good.
Cordy: Well, what about rebuilding your club here?
Lorne: Well, that's a great idea pixiecat except everytime, I do, you all seem to destroy it.
Cordy: It was only. . . three times.
Lorne: Yeah, you know I got thebig love here and I'm greatful for the hospitality, but it's time to move on.
Angel: But some of this is because of
Lorne: The not so little nipper? Not gonna lie. Kid's in the mix. Clearly not loving the demon kind. I-I-I know it's the way he was raised, but I loved that little baby. I just wouldn't uh...
Cordy: What?
Lorne: Turn my back on him anytime soon.

Lilah: How's your throat. Want a lozenge? Life's something huh? One day you're a pivotal figure in the big battle. Next thing you know, you're thrown out on your lonesome. No one even cares what you think anymore. Well I care.
Wesley: You care.
Lilah: As one human being to another. Just kidding. I care that your great big brain is going to waste. And correct me if I'm wrong. Isn't Angel Jr. without precedent in human history?
Wesley: You're wrong. Mesopotamian, Greek, Hindi, Celtic Myth, even Darwin all support the coming of something that wasn't possible before.
Lilah: Ok. The impossible is here, but what does it mean? Is it the Herald of a new age, beter things to come or the mass destruction of everything we hold dear?
Wesley: Yes. Every child born carries the possibility of salvation or slaughter.
Lilah: And one born to two vampires carries it in spades. Now my people will be rooting for slaughter and your people... sorry. Your former. They won't know what to do if thins turn sour.
Wesley: No.
Lilah: So, if the kid's the next Stalin what, do you kill him? you can't. He's Angel's son. But on the other hand if you just watch while he up and kills Angel or somebody else, that cute girl from Texas say... wow, times like this... Glad I don't have a conscience.
Wesley: I think you should leave.
Lilah: What was it like when she cut you? (Wesley grabs her throat) You terribly anxious to find out...

Angel: Well somebody is that we know.
Cordy: I'm not telling a 16 year old boy that.
Angel: Well, someone's gotta make sure that he knows the facts of life. My track record with the whole man to woman isn't you know, I don't wanna use the words "Tragic Farce."
Cordy: Why not? You're still telling him.
Angel: You can help fill in the blanks. He's gonna have questions like uh... what do you do with a woman's schlug-teel again?
Cordy: (Gasps) You and your vampire hearing. Next time you eavesdrop. I'm gonna.. (whispers into his ear)
Angel: Easy there sailor. You use that kind of language at home?

Cordy: Hi, Honey! It's me and I got our favorite tuna and ice cream. How 'bout tonight you try not mixing it together? Oh, there you are. Wow you look nice. What's wrong.
Groo: (bags packed) I am. Wrong. For you.
Cordy: What?
Groo: I am not the one you love. He is.
Cordy: He is? Who he?

(knock on the door)
Angel: Yo! (door opens) Hey Lorne, come on in.
Lorne: Well, we're in a good mood.
Angel: Yeah, taking the kid to the movies. He's gonna love it.
Lorne: Oh, no subtitles or dreamy Leitmotiv, all bloody action?
Angel: You bet.
Lorne: He'll love you for it. Well, hey I thought I'd stop by and say 'arrivederci,' Angel-hair.
Angel: You're really going?
Lorne: I'm really going.
Angel: I'm sorry.
Lorne; Oh, don't be. Here, I got you a little something. Something to remember me by.
Angel: "Songs for the love. Lorne." Oh. I get it. Love Lorne. 'Cause your name's Lorne.
Lorne: Yeah, my publicist's idea. Her name's mud now, but the tunes are good. And uh -- and that's not my real gift. This.. It's mutual. The way you feel about Cordelia is pretty much exactly how she feels about you.

Cordy: I love Angel? What are you talking about? I love... you know us.

Lorne: You two are so obviously connected.

Groo: You finish each others

Lorne: Sentences. You laugh at the same

Groo: Jests. When he grieves, when he is hurting

Lorne: Her heart breaks for you.

Groo: In my heart I have known the truth for some time. I have just been.. Struggling to find the courage to do what's right.

Lorne: Bubeleh, all I'm saying is stay open. Conner's back. Your whole life's coming together. Sometimes things do work out. I gotta skiddoo.
Angel: Take care of yourself and keep in touch.
Lorne: I'll drop you a line. Let you know where to send the gift basket.
Angel: I hate to see you go.

Cordy: I don't know what to say Groo.
Groo: Tell me I am wrong. That I should stay. That you love only me.
(Cordy looking at a picture of Angel, Cordy, WesleY)
Cordy: I don't feel-- and even if I did it's impossible.
Vision Cordy: It's riddiculous.
Cordy: That's right... It's whoa!
Vision Cordy: Maybe on some level I've always known it's true.
Cordy: I have? It is?
Vision Cordy: I'm in love.
Cordy: I am? I am. With Angel, right?
Vision Cordy: With Angel!
Cordy: Just checking.
Vision Cordy: I'm scared, but I know it's right. I know somehow it's all gonna be all right.
Cordy: It is? Really? Thanks for the tip.

(Phone rings)
Angel: I got it. (whistles)
Gunn: He's whistling. I never heard him whistling.
Fred: He's happy.
Angel: Angel Investigations we can help you I know we can.
Cordy: Hi. It's me.
Angel: Hi. Cor, how are you?
Cordy: I'm good, you?
Angel: I'm pretty good.
Cordy: Um, Angel. I sorta need to talk to you in person.
Angel: Is it something bad?
Cordy: No. It's something good. I think. Well it sorta depends on how you feel.
Angel: About what?
Cordy: Well, about me.
Angel: Oh.
Cordy: Could you meet me tonight?
Angel: Tonight.. sure. Ok. Where?
Cordy: Well I've always lovd Point Dune. There's a view point. It's the first turn north of Kanan. Really pretty spot.

SPIKE: Can't stay here.
DAWN: W-well, I'm not going out there!
SPIKE: Got no choice, bit, I can't protect you here.
DAWN: Well, we can lock the doors, turn out the lights.
SPIKE: And what, hide under the bed linen? Not really my style.
DAWN: But we need to wait for the others, and Buffy.

BUFFYBOT: Where did I go?
DAWN: What?
BUFFYBOT: Where did I go? I was here. Here. But then I ran away.
DAWN: I-I don't...
BUFFYBOT: No. Not me. The other Buffy. Yes. The other Buffy
DAWN: Buffy?
BUFFYBOT: I don't ... I don't ... know where she ran off to. Maybe-

Cordelia: (about Fred) Some people just need a little time alone. I wouldn't worry about it.
Angel: She's had time alone, five years. I think that's the problem. She's been back in this world for three months, and she still hasn't gone out into it.
Cordelia: Right, and it's not like the last time she was out in the world, she got sucked into an interdimensional portal and ended up living like a hunted animal in a hostile demon alterna-world or anything. Oh, wait, kinda is, isn't it?

Cordelia: Angel wants you to get out.
Fred: (stunned) Oh, I see, okay. No, I understand. I only have a few things to pack. I won't take long. (begins to walk away)
Cordelia: No, Fred. That's not what I meant. Out into the real world. You know, just for an evening or something.
Fred: (understanding) Oh. (questioning) Oh? (petrified) Oh.

Gunn: (about Angel) Truth is, he can never be my friend. It's on account of what he is. Not his fault, really. Just the way it worked out.
Rondell: He ain't your friend, I am. And you're gonna choose that over me.
Gunn: Looks like. It's about the mission, bro. He's got it, and you don't.

Gunn: So now you're gonna get on me about all those things I said to you in there.
Angel: No.
Gunn: You understand I had to stall. Just had to keep it going.
Angel: Yeah, I get that.
Gunn: Doesn't mean I meant any of it.
Angel: No, you meant all of it. But that's okay.
Gunn: Can't help the way I feel, man. Jut the way it is. Doesn't mean I don't want to work with you. Doesn't even mean that I don't like you. Maybe someday, (shrugs) I don't know.
Angel: I don't know either. But I got time. (starts to walk away)
Gunn: Hey. No matter what else, I think I proved that you could trust me when I could have killed you and I didn't.
Angel: No, you'll prove I can trust you when the day comes that you have to kill me, and you do. (walks away)

Richard: I don't know why I'm not leaving.
Spike: Me either. Besides, Richie, you can't skip breakfast. Growing boy like you. Me, I used to love breakfast. In the old days, I probably would have eaten by now.
Buffy: Of course, with that new diet of yours, you wanna be careful what you try puttin' in your mouth now, Spikey.
Spike: Yeah? I don't know. Tummy's making all kinds of gurglies. Maybe I oughta just feed on whatever's around... even if it doesn't go down well. You, uh, work out?

Buffy: Okey-dokey.
Buffy: Hey, Mister Passive-Aggressive Guy. Seriously, you wanna take it down a notch or two in there?
Spike: What, poor dainty Richard can't take a joke?
Buffy: We do not joke about eating people in this house
Spike: What are you gonna do, beat me up again?
Buffy: I should have thrown you out the second you got here. I was insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends.
Spike: And *I* was insane to think... No, wait. You were right. *You're* insane.

Buffy: There's something keeping us in this house.
Xander: Or someone.
Tara: Has everyone tried to get out?
Willow: What if we just, like, as a group, got up and, and threw ourselves at the door?
Xander: All right. Count of three. One ... two ... three!Spike: Things we'd rather be doing.
Buffy: I think the first priority has to be to find a way out.
Dawn: Sure. Of course you all wanna leave. 'Cause being stuck in here with me, that would really suck, right?

Spike: Hey, I don't wanna keep you all from the touchy-feelies, but maybe the encounter group can meet later. Say, when we're not trapped in a house.
Tara: Even if Dawn does know something, she's obviously not gonna help us right now. We need another way.
Buffy: I think magic's gonna be our best bet. Something general, you know? Cast a wide net.
Xander: But ... Willow.
Tara: No, I'll do it. (Willow fidgets) It's just, o-obviously I didn't bring any supplies.

Buffy: Well, we don't have any in the house. We got rid of everything.
Willow: Actually ... not everything. I, uh... might have ... kept one or, or two things. Sort of just in case.
Xander: That's great! ...in a very bad way.

Anya: Why is it so hot in here?
Xander: You're just a little freaked out, that's all. It'll pass.
Anya: He's gonna die. He's gonna die, and we're gonna watch.
Xander: Ahn...
Anya: And we're just sitting here. Why are we just sitting here? Why aren't we doing something?
Xander: We are. We will. We've been through worse.
Anya: Not like this. Not trapped like animals. Seriously, did someone turn on the heat? I can't breathe, I just ... oh, I just can't breathe ... I can't breathe...
Xander: Ahn, stop. Stop, Ahn, stop!
Xander: Listen to me. You're just freaking out, okay? It's normal. You're just ... you're just scared. We all are. We'll come up with a plan ... and we'll get through it, all right? We'll do something.
Anya: What?
Xander: I don't know. Lemme get you some water, okay? It'll cool you down. I'll be back in a second, okay? Stay here, don't move.

Buffy: What did you want?
Dawn: Nothing.
Buffy: Dawn, come on.
Dawn: No. You don't know! You have this thing you do. You have all these friends. You have no idea what it's like.
Buffy: What are you talking about? I don't know what, what-
Dawn: Being alone!
Buffy: You're not alone!
Dawn: Then why do I feel like this?

Spike: Well, we can't just stay put like cattle, waiting for that thing to pop out every time it gets peckish.
Tara: I'd say we do another spell, but I, I think we've tried everything.
Anya: Well ... that's not completely true, is it? I mean, not everything. Not exactly. We're sitting here with an incredibly powerful witch ... much more powerful than you, Tara, I'm sorry ... only no one seems willing to say it.
Willow: I can't.
Anya: No, see, that's not exactly true either. Not can't, won't.
Willow: You don't know how much I hate this. I don't know if there's even ... anything I could do.
Anya: Yes ... and a good way to find out is to sit around and try nothing. That was sarcasm, by the way.
Spike: Look-
Willow: It's dangerous.
Anya: And so is all of us dying!
Xander: Will ... look, I don't wanna gang up on you ... but Anya kinda has a point. We brought you back from it once. We're all here, it's just one little spell, whatever happens, we can bring you back again.
Willow: No. I can't. If I start, I ... I might not be able to stop.
Anya: And whose fault is that? (to Willow) You know, if you hadn't gotten so much of this in your system in the first place-
Tara: Hey! You're gonna back off! (Tara gets between Anya & Willow) She said no, and that's it. You're not gonna make her do something that she doesn't want to. And if you try... (folds arms across her chest) You're gonna have to go through me first. Understood?

Buffy: I wish you would have told me.
Dawn: You haven't really been...
Buffy: What? I haven't been what?
Dawn: Around.
Buffy: Dawn ... the most important job that I have ... is looking out for you.
Dawn: You sound like my guidance counselor. She give you a handbook or something? 'Talkin' to the Troubled Teen'?
Buffy: Counselor?
Dawn: It wasn't my idea. I didn't even know we had guidance counselors. She called me out of class like I was a total J.D.
Buffy: And you'd ... never met her before?
Dawn: No, not until yesterday.
Buffy: And ... she got you to start talking about things that bothered you at home?
Dawn: Uh ... yeah?
Buffy: You didn't, by any chance, happen to ... express like a, a wish, or-or something, to her?
Dawn: Um ... maybe just a little.
Anya: I work hard at that store, and I helped you! I took care of you. This is how you say 'thank you'?
Halfrek: Flesh wound. (Anya getting up) Honestly, Anyanka, you used to know better.
Anya: (coming closer) How could you? Why would you do this?
Halfrek: I told you I was going to take care of some business while I was here in town.
Anya: Yeah, but cursing us? Some of them are in the wedding party.
Halfrek: I just go where I'm- (shocked whisper) William?
Spike: (frowning) Hey, wait a minute.
Buffy: You guys know each other?Tara: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women.
Halfrek: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'être. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded. And actually, we prefer 'justice demon.' Okay? FYI.
Anya: Well-rounded, huh? Is that how you explain your thing for bad parents?
Halfrek: Oh, it's not a thing. The children need me.
Anya: Hmm! Daddy issues
Halfrek: Sling all the little barbs at me that you want, Anyanka, it doesn't change the fact that this girl was in pain and none of you could hear it. I could hear her crying out everywhere I went in this town. It was unbearable. And none of you knew.
Willow: Thanks ... for before. And, and for taking this stuff with you.
Tara: No problem.
Willow: Just so you know, I-I was never ... gonna use it. I mean, not really, I ... I just kept it like a safety net. 'Cause ... there was always this ... thing in the back of my head. This, you know, voice, saying, like, 'what if things get bad, I mean really bad? And what if you can't handle it?' A-and it made me panic, so ... that's why I kept a couple of things. I ... kept them so I-I didn't have to think about it, so I could focus on ... on getting better.
Tara: I get it. I-I really do. But it's time to work without the net, Will. You know, I don't know if you noticed, but it actually did get bad in there. Really bad, and ... and you still said no.

BUFFY: Husband? (Riley nods. Buffy looks at the woman.) Wife.
BUFFY: And ... those aren't code names like Big Dog or Falcon or... (theothers looking dubious) I didn't think so.
RILEY: Buffy, meet Sam. Sam, Buffy.
SAM: (sincerely) Pleasure.
BUFFY: Demon.BUFFY: She's good.
RILEY: She's a special one. (shot of Sam punching the demon furiously)
BUFFY: How long have you been married?
RILEY: Four months almost.
BUFFY: Mazel tov. Any children?
RILEY: Buffy, I meant to tell you. When the time was right. She caught up to usa hell of a lot faster than I would've guessed possible. She does that. (shot ofSam kicking and punching the demon)
BUFFY: So, you-you guys do this often, you know, the whole ... husband-and-wifetag-team demon fighting thing?
RILEY: Yeah, it's what brought us together. I almost feel sorry for the Suvolte.
BUFFY: (panting) So, guess that's mission accomplished. (turns away)
RILEY: (kneels by the demon) She killed it.
SAM: Oh, honey ... (putting a hand on his back, panting) That's okay.
BUFFY: (turns back) Okay? Wait ... you guys have been tracking this thing as a couple for two days straight, and you ... did want it dead, right?
BUFFY: What is a homing operation?
RILEY: It's my fault. I should have explained.
BUFFY: That would have saved me some ... trouble.

XANDER: Hey, there's the man! Life taker, heartbreaker. (shakes Riley's hand) You know, figuratively speaking.
RILEY: Xander, Sam. Willow...
SAM: Hi. (all waving at each other)
RILEY: Hi. (hugs Willow)
WILLOW: We got your call.
XANDER: We're here to help. Just like old times. Except, with you being all big with the married life.
RILEY: Hear you're getting hitched yourself. Believe me, you're gonna love it. (Sam smiling at him)
WILLOW: Congratulations, really, both of you.
RILEY: Sam and I have been tracking a Suvolte demon through Central America. Killing machine. Nearly mature.
SAM: Yeah, three months old and growing fast.
RILEY: These things start to kill the minute they're hatched. And leave a real clear trail.
SAM: Yeah. Just follow the villages with nothing in them but body parts.
RILEY: Uh ... Dawn, are you sure you wanna be around hearing all this?
SAM: Oh, come on, Finn, she looks all grown-up to me. (to Buffy) That is, if it's all right with you.
BUFFY: Uh, sure, yeah, it's fine.
DAWN: So, this demon shredded your guys, and now you're looking for a little payback?
SAM: (shakes head) No. It came here to the Hellmouth to, to spawn. (sighs) But we think it already hatched its eggs somewhere.
RILEY: And the plan was to track it. Let the demon take us to its nest.
DAWN: And ... now they're gonna hatch a bunch of ... baby demon things?
SAM: Unless we stop it.
BUFFY: Which means we have to find the nest, and fast, before Sunnydale turns into the Trouble Meat Palace.
BUFFY: I wish I'd said something else.
XANDER: Okay, so we track down the demon, find the nest, Mr. and Mrs. Finn here make with the killin', and everyone goes home happy. (sits on the sofa beside Sam) But seriously, married man. If forced to choose between a photographer and place settings-
BUFFY: We can't track the demon. (they look at her) I killed it. (chipper) So! Who's hungry? We got, uh-
DAWN: Ice cubes.
BUFFY: All you can eat.
SAM: Buffy? It's good that you killed the Suvolte before it killed us. (to Xander) Disposable cameras.
XANDER: Di - wah?
SAM: Yeah, you, you know, little plastic ones, ten bucks a pop. You arrange them like table settings, guests snap photos...

BUFFY: No problem.
SAM: Maybe not for you. I gotta tell you, Buffy, I'm a little bit intimidated. I mean, patrolling with the real live Slayer, you're like ... Santa Claus, or Buddha, or something.
BUFFY: Fat and jolly?
SAM: Legendary. And it's not just slayer status I'm talking about. It's you.
BUFFY: Riley talks about me?
SAM: He didn't say anything for a long time, but I could tell. He was ripped up inside.
BUFFY: Good thing he has you.
SAM: More like miraculous. I went down to Central America with the Peace Corps. One night, my entire infirmary got slaughtered by... (shakes her head) I didn't know what they were. I got saved, quit the Corps, joined the squad. My first firefight, I met Riley. (smiling) We started talking, you know, first about tactics, missions, stuff like that. And then about you.
BUFFY: He thinks ... I let him go.
SAM: (stops) Do you wish you hadn't.
BUFFY: (softly) I wish things were different. I-I'm not trying to ... I don't ... uh, you know. (resumes walking)
SAM: I didn't mean to put you on the spot, Buffy. There's no bad guys in this one. The only thing that could ... help Riley work it out was time. Lots of time. Took him a year to get over you.
BUFFY: I'm glad he's over me.
SAM: So, you seeing anyone new? Someone special?
BUFFY: You know, I just take my time, you know, I don't ... I don't wanna jump right into anything, don't wanna ... you know ... be defined by who I'm with.
SAM: Yeah, better no guy than the wrong guy, that's for sure.
BUFFY: (suddenly) Sam. You know what? Um, I think we should split up.
SAM: (upset) Oh, I'm slowing you down. I knew I would, this was just selfish of me.
BUFFY: No, it's not, uh ... there's this guy, uh, an informant, but he's twitchy. I show up with company, and, and we get nothing.
SAM: Cool. I'm guessing Finn needs me about now. (looking around) He's probably off somewhere gettin' his ass kicked. (grinning) You know how wild he gets. (backing away) Don't worry about Rye and me, we're good.

Spike: "I wouldn't be here if I didnt have a good reason. As usual. I am here to help you and...are you naked under there?"

Wesley: "Y'know, back in my days as a rouge demon hunter, I once used that very spear to pin down what I thought was a small Rodentius demon..........of course the poodles owners weren't very happy, but..."

Cordy: "Right. Fred can barely tie her shoes without Mr. Oh-you're-my-Big-Fat-Hero around!"
Angel: "You think I'm *fat*? "

Angel: I have to go out for a while son.
Conner: With Cordelia?
Angel: Yeah, you gonna be all right?
Conner: She's beautiful. And she cares about you. I like her.
Angel: I'm glad.
Conner: It's good to see you happy dad.
Gunn: Now he's humming.
Fred: He's really happy. But not perfectly happy I hope. (she gets put & pokes him with a stake)
Angel: No! Ow.
Fred: Just checking.

(Angel makes sure his hair looks nice; Angel takes out cell, drops it.)
Angel: I hate those things.

Conner: Dad.
Angel: What are you doing here?
Conner: We're family and I want to show you how I feel about that. (they fight)

Skip: Power corrupts and they gave you a lot of power.
Cordy: The Glowy thing.
Skip: Which you used well. To fight evil & heal Conner.
Cordy: And only that one time as a night light. Bad dreams. Skip, I don't understand.
Skip: You do.
Cordy: I'm a higher being.
Skip: Yes.
Cordy: And when you say I've outgrown this level. It sort of implies..
Skip: You're moving on to a new one.
Cordy: Now I'm really scared.
Skip: I know. I also know you're ready.
Cordy: No, I'm not.
Skip: Uh, the universe begs to differ and deep down inside.. I think--
Cordy: Yes. All right? Stop saying I know. Maybe I do know. Maybe if given enough time I might get used to the idea, but -- I don't have enough time do I? No.... of course not. Why would the powers give me time to have the most important conversation of my life when I'm on my way to -- I'm in love, with Angel.
Skip: What you're being called to do transcends love.
Cordy: How is that fair? I can't leave without telling him. I won't. He has to know how I feel. Why does this have to be now?
Skip: There's work to be done. In the higher realms.
Cordy: Can you at least tell Angel for me?
Skip: Sorry not allowed.
Cordy: Then I'm not going. How could they possibly do this to me now? This is the last test isn't it?

Angel: Conner? Why are you doing this?
Conner: You murdered my father.
Angel: No. I didn't. I swear.
Red Head: He's lying.
Angel: I'm not lying. She knows it.
Conner: You're the prince of lies.
Angel: That's why you wouldn't let them kill me at the drive in. So you could.
Conner: Killing is too good for you. You don't get to die. You get to live. Forever.

Skip: Cordelia.
Cordy: I ever come face to face with those powers that be, we're going to have a talk. Big talk.
Skip: You're doing the right thing.
Cordy: I'm scared, but I know it's right. I know somehow it's all gonna be all right. What do I do?
Skip: Just say yes.
Cordy: I already have.

Angel: Someday you'll learn the truth. And you'll hate yourself. Don't. It's not your fault. I don't blame you.
Conner: Lier!
Angel: Listen to me. I love you. Never forget that. Conner! Conner. Never forget that I'm your father and that I love you! Conner! Conner!

Fred: Where'd everybody go?

Dawn: You're back on the magicks.
Willow: No, honey. I am the magicks.
Dawn: Did you kill that guy?
Willow: It's an improvement. Believe me.
Dawn: I have to go.
Willow: Why? So you can run and tell Buffy...
Dawn: Willow, please listen to me.
Willow: You don't have to talk... Just think real loud. I can hear you.
Dawn: You're freaking me out.
Willow: Oh don't be like that. I'm just a little wired. And I have some things to do. Not that anybody'd understand...
Dawn: I miss Tara too. But this what you're doing here... this is not the way to go. It's only going to make things worse, but I promise it's not too late.
Willow: To miss her?
Dawn: Yes.
Willow: Did you cry. Of course you did. I get that. I understand the crying. You cry because you're human, but you weren't always.
Dawn: Yes I was.
Willow: No, please. You're telling me you don't remember? You used to be some mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, Dawnie. 'Cause, you don't belong here. Want to go back? End the pain. You'll be happier. I'll be happier. We'll all be a lot happier without listening to the constant whining.
Dawn: Willow, stop.
Willow: Mom... Buffy. Tara... wah. That's how you go back to being a little energy ball. No one cares Dawnie.
Buffy: I think you need to get away from her.

Cordelia: Sure, I hate looking and feeling like this, but if I lose the visions, I wouldn't be able to help you anymore. You wouldn't need me.
Angel: Thats not why I need you. You're important. The visions are just after-market extras, like a Hurst shifter or Krager wheels.
Cordelia: (a little appalled) Did you just compare me to a car?
Angel: It was a very nice car.
Cordelia: I guess its better than a dog.

Wesley: Something you probably won't like to hear is that both artifacts are considered objects of good.
Angel: So the Chines guy and the boil guy?
Wesley: Also aligned with the forces of good.
Angel: Damn, its so hard to tell these days. You know, they should wear lapel pins or something.

Angel: (regarding the flaming prisoner) How come he's not screaming in pain?
Skip: Oh, he is. My will prevents him from being heard. I mean, theres only so many oh my God, the pain, please make it stops you can listen to before it starts to bug the crap out of you.
Angel: I see your point.
Skip: (sniffs) You're a vampire, right? (Angel nods) How come it smells like you work for the Powers That Be?
Angel: Cause I do.
Skip: But you're here to try to rescue this guy? But were on the same side. Shouldn't you be helping me keep him in here?
Angel: I know, I know. Long story; it involves a girl. I don't like it any better than you do.

Lilah: Its just business.
Angel: Right, just business. (throws an iron rebar through the limousine window and through the demons head, killing him) (seriously, up close to a terrified Lilah) Dont you come at me through Cordelia ever again. You play that card a second time, and I'll kill you.

Willow: Buffy didn't die a natural death. She was killed by mystical energy.
Tara: Which means we do have a shot.
Willow: It means more then that. It means we don't know where she really is.
Xander: We saw her body Will... we burried it.
Willow: Her body... yeah. But her soul.. her essence... I mean that could be somewhere else.. she could be trapped in some sort of hell dimension like Angel. Suffering eternal torment just because she saved us and I'm not gonna let her.. I'm not gonna leave her there. It's Buffy.

Willow: You really think we'd let you get away with that.
Giles: I was trying to avoid a scene really..
Willow: Like we'd make a scene.
Anya: Um..we brought you some lovely parting gifts. It's american. Get it? Applepie.. To remind you of the good food you won't be eating.
Tara: And a monster.. sort of a sunnydale suvonier.. grrrg arrhg. (lol)
Xander: And I wanted to buy you a can of old englishing (?) hundred. Cuz you know.. England and you.. and because at the time it sounded really funny... But the guy who lives in the box infront of the store wouldn't buy it for us.
Dawn: We got you presents at the gas station. We were kind of in a hurry. We made this in the car. (card) that's why the letters are all shaky.
Giles: This is uh.. impossible really..
Willow: We just wanted you to know that we'll miss you. We'll be ok. We'll miss you. We'll be ok.
Anya: I'll take really good care of your money.
(flight annoucement) Giles: That's me.
Willow: Now? We just made it.
Giles: Just.. yes. Well.. if we're going to do this. Let's do it properly.
:: Hugs Xander:: :: then Willow:: Then Dawn::
Giles: Just a phonecall away. If you need anything.
Giles: Willow... I don't know where to start.
Willow: Well.. maybe you shouldn't. I'm trying to be stiff upperlippy..
Giles: Right..
Willow: Well.. you should get going. Don't you have a life or something..
Giles: Just uh..be careful.

Willow: She's in shock.
Xander: Oh no.. no how could we.. so stupid!
Willow: Xander..
Xander: Our spell.. the resurection spell worked like a magic charm. We brought you back to life Buffy. Right where we left her.
Willow: Oh god.
Xander : Her coffin.

DAWN: Don't jump, Buffy, don't move! Just walk to me. Please! Please? I'm your sister. Dawn. We were up here ... together, and then ... you went away. And you don't wanna do that again. I don't know how you're back, but you are, and please, just stay still. (tower shakes) Or-or move. But-but towards me. Because the tower was built by crazy people and I don't think it's holding up very well. Talk to me. Say something!
BUFFY: Is ... this hell?
DAWN: What?
Buffy: Is this hell?
DAWN: No! Buffy, no! You're here ... with me. Whatever happened to you, whatever you've been through, it's ... it's over now.
You're- (tower shakes) We have to get off this tower.
BUFFY: (quietly) It was so ... clear ... on this spot. I remember ... how ... shiny ... and clear everything was. (shakes her head) But ... now ... now...
DAWN: Buffy ... please ... listen to me. I'm sorry. I promise I'll do better, I will! (still tearful) If you're with me. Stay with me ... please. I need you to live. Live! For-

Possessed Buffy: Do you know what you did?! You're like children. Your hands smell of death. Bitches, filthy little bitches. Rattling the bones. Did you cut the throat? Did you pat it's head?! The blood dried on your hands didn't it!
Tara: Oh my god..
Possessed Buffy: You were stained. Still are. I know what you did!

Buffy: The photographs of us. They changed.
Tara: How did they change?
Buffy: They were dead... I-I mean... we were dead. Like um dead body. But then they were ok. So I just you know figured it was me, I was going crazy.
Anya: Maybe you are going crazy.. from hell. :: gets a look from Willow :: Noo you're fine.

Willow: Tomo Genesus..
Anya: She's possessed.
Willow: Toma Genesus.. I'm not possessed.. I think I figured it out. The demon.... it's not a demon that we let out. It's a demon that we made.
Xander: We made a demon? Bad us.
Willow: Tomo Genesus... is when doing a spell actually creates a being. In this case it was like a a side affect I guess. Like a price.
Dawn: What?
Willow: Think of it like .. the world doesn't like you getting something for free and we ask for this huge gift. Buffy. And so the world said fine, but if you have that you have to take this too and it made the demon.
Anya: Technically that's not a price. That's a gift of purchase.

Buffy: You brought me back. I was in a I was in hell. I um I can't think too much.. about what it was like. But it felt like the world abandoned me there. And then suddenly you guys did what you did.
Tara: It was Willow. She knew what to do.
Buffy: So you did that. And the world came rushing back. Thank you. You guys gave me the world. I can't tell you what it means to me. And I should of said it before.
Willow: Your welcome.
Xander: Welcome home Buff.

Spike: Buff. Slayer. Are you ok?
Buffy: I'm here. And I'm good.
Spike: Buffy.. If you are.. if you are in pain.. or if you need anything.. or if I can do anything for you.
Buffy: You can't.
Spike: Well, I haven't been to a hell dimension just of late, but I do know a thing or two about torment.
Buffy: I was happy. Wherever I was.. I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was alright. I knew it. Time didn't mean anything. Nothing had forme. But I was still me you know.. And I was warm. And I was loved. And I was finished. Complete. I don't understand.. Theology or dimensions or any of it really :: faint smile :: but I think I was in heaven. And now I'm not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out. By my friends. Everything here is hard and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch... This is hell. Just getting through the next moment and the one after that. Knowing what I've lost. ....:: starts walking away. Pauses ::.... They can never know. Never.