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 plus 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 truly be dead.
Xander: I laugh in the face of danger! Then I... hide until it goes away.
Giles: A vampire in l’amour with a Slayer. It's rather poetic... in a maudlin sort of way.
Xander: [practicing to ask Buffy to the Spring Fling dance] Y'know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn't any dance. It's a time for students to choose, um... a mate and then we can... observe their... mating rituals and tag them before they migrate- just kill me!
Willow: That's what it was! I mean, why else would she be jouer la comédie like such a b-i-t-c-h?
Giles: Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out.
Xander: A bitca?
Spike: I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a fleur person, and then I spent the suivant six hours watching my hand move.
Buffy: Angel's a vampire, I thought toi knew.
Cordelia: Oh, he's a vampire! Of course! But the cuddly kind, like a Care ours with fangs
Xander: Giles lived for school. He's actually still amer that there are only twelve grades.
Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, "There should be plus math. This could be mathier."
Angel: toi really don't care what happens a an from now? Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you! All I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.
Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice, and you're funny, and toi don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either.
Cordelia: You're a sheep. All toi ever do is what everyone else does just so toi can say toi did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I'm way glacière than toi are 'cause I'm not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And toi know what? [Xander smiles] I'll rendez-vous amoureux, date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is. [Xander stops smiling]
Cordelia: Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants!
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
Cordelia:[about Principal Snyder] How about 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?
Spike: We like to talk big. vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your Friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people, billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision, with a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester bloody Square. toi know what I'm saying?
Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: toi hit me over the head with an axe. (miming holding an axe over his head) "Get the hell away from my daughter!"
Angelus: No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away, and what's left?
Buffy: Me.
Willow: I think you're ready now, ou at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or-or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like. [Buffy glares at her] Oh, I didn't mean that bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you... [looks at Oz] you're supposed to stop me when I do that.
Xander: Does anyone else wanna marry Ms. Barton?
Cordelia: Get in line.
Xander: I laugh in the face of danger! Then I... hide until it goes away.
Giles: A vampire in l’amour with a Slayer. It's rather poetic... in a maudlin sort of way.
Xander: [practicing to ask Buffy to the Spring Fling dance] Y'know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn't any dance. It's a time for students to choose, um... a mate and then we can... observe their... mating rituals and tag them before they migrate- just kill me!
Willow: That's what it was! I mean, why else would she be jouer la comédie like such a b-i-t-c-h?
Giles: Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out.
Xander: A bitca?
Spike: I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a fleur person, and then I spent the suivant six hours watching my hand move.
Buffy: Angel's a vampire, I thought toi knew.
Cordelia: Oh, he's a vampire! Of course! But the cuddly kind, like a Care ours with fangs
Xander: Giles lived for school. He's actually still amer that there are only twelve grades.
Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, "There should be plus math. This could be mathier."
Angel: toi really don't care what happens a an from now? Five years from now?
Buffy: Angel, when I look into the future, all I see is you! All I want is you.
Angel: I know the feeling.
Willow: Well, I like you. You're nice, and you're funny, and toi don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either.
Cordelia: You're a sheep. All toi ever do is what everyone else does just so toi can say toi did it first. And here I am, scrambling for your approval, when I'm way glacière than toi are 'cause I'm not a sheep. I do what I wanna do, and I wear what I wanna wear. And toi know what? [Xander smiles] I'll rendez-vous amoureux, date whoever the hell I wanna date. No matter how lame he is. [Xander stops smiling]
Cordelia: Oh, God! I invited him in my car once. That means he can come into my car whenever he wants!
Xander: Yep, you're doomed to havin' to give him and his vamp pals a lift whenever they feel like it. And those guys never chip in for gas.
Cordelia:[about Principal Snyder] How about 'cause you're a tiny impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?
Spike: We like to talk big. vampires do. "I'm going to destroy the world." That's just tough guy talk. Strutting around with your Friends over a pint of blood. The truth is, I like this world. You've got... dog racing, Manchester United. And you've got people, billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs. It's all right here. But then someone comes along with a vision, with a real... passion for destruction. Angel could pull it off. Goodbye, Piccadilly. Farewell, Leicester bloody Square. toi know what I'm saying?
Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: toi hit me over the head with an axe. (miming holding an axe over his head) "Get the hell away from my daughter!"
Angelus: No weapons, no friends, no hope. Take all that away, and what's left?
Buffy: Me.
Willow: I think you're ready now, ou at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or-or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like. [Buffy glares at her] Oh, I didn't mean that bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you... [looks at Oz] you're supposed to stop me when I do that.
Xander: Does anyone else wanna marry Ms. Barton?
Cordelia: Get in line.
