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?
Buffy: Angel. He was in my room last night.
Giles: Are you sure?
Buffy: Positive. When I woke up, I found a picture he'd left me on my pillow.
Xander: A visit from the pointed-tooth fairy.
Cordelia: Wait, I thought vampires couldn't come in unless you invited them in.
Giles: Yes, but, uh, once you've invited them in, thereafter they're, they're always welcome.
Xander: Y'know, I think there may be a valuable lesson for you gals here about inviting strange men into your bedrooms.
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.
Xander: Hello! 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?
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.
Giles: Yes. Uh, uh, look, it's-it's classic battle strategy to throw one's opponent off his game. He-he-he's just trying to provoke you. Uh, to taunt you, to, to goad you into, uh, some mishap of some sort.
Xander: The nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah approach to battle?
Giles: Yes, Xander, once more you've managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form.
Buffy: I know. I'm gonna have to tell her something. The truth?
Giles: No. You-you-you-you can't do that.
Xander: Yeah. The more people who know the secret, the more it cheapens it for the rest of us.
Giles: Buffy, I-I understand your concern, but it's imperative that you keep a level head through all this.
Buffy: That's easy for you to say. You don't have Angel lurking in your bedroom at night.
Giles: I know how hard this is for you. All right, I don't. But as the Slayer, you don't have the luxury of being a slave to your, your passions. You mustn't let Angel get to you. No matter how provocative his behavior may become.
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.
Jenny: Um, I might be a little late tomorrow. Do you think you could cover my class till I show?
Willow: Really? Me? Teach the class? Sure!
Willow: Oh, wait. W-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 'em run laps?
Jenny: So, how's Buffy doing?
Giles: How do you think?
Jenny: I know you feel betrayed.
Giles: Yes. Well, that's one of the unpleasant side effects of betrayal.
Jenny: Rupert... I was raised by the people that Angel hurt the most. My duty to them was the first thing I was ever taught. I didn't come here to hurt anyone, a-and I lied to you because I thought it was the right thing to do. I... I didn't know what would happen. I didn't know I was gonna fall in love with you. Oh, God. Is it too late to take that back?
Giles: Do you want to?
Jenny: I just wanna be right with you. I don't expect more. I just want so badly to make all this up to you.
Giles: I understand. But I'm not the one you need to make it up to.
Buffy: Do you remember that guy Angel?
Joyce: Angel, the, um... the college boy who was tutoring you in history?
Buffy: Right. Uh, he... I-I... Oh, God. Um... We're sort of dating, were dating, um, going through a serious off-again phase right now.
Joyce: Don't tell me. He's changed. He's not the same guy you fell for?
Buffy: In a nutshell. A-anyway, um... since he changed, he's been kinda following me around. He's having trouble letting go.
Joyce: Buffy, has he done anything...
Buffy: No! No, it's not like that. He's just been hanging around... a lot. Just sending me notes, that kind of thing. I just don't wanna see him right now. I mean, if he shows up, I'll talk to him. Just... don't invite him in.
Willow: I agree with Giles. You need to just try and not let him get to you. Angel's only doing this to try to get you to do something stupid. I swear, men can be such jerks sometimes. Dead or alive.
Buffy: I just hope Giles can find a keep-out spell soon. I know I'll sleep easier when I can... sleep easier.
Willow: Thanks for having me over, Buffy. Especially on a school night and all.
Buffy: No problem. Hey, sorry about your fish.
Willow: Oh, it's okay. We hadn't really had time to bond yet. Although for the first time I'm glad my parents didn't let me have a puppy.
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.
Drusilla: I brought something for you. Poor thing. She's an orphan. Her owner died... without a fight. Do you like her? Hmm? I brought her especially for you... to cheer you up. And I've named her... Sunshine! Open wide. Come on, love. You need to eat something to keep your strength up. Now, rrrrr, open up for mummy.
Spike: I won't have you feeding me like a child, Dru.
Angelus: Why not? She already bathes you, carries you around and changes you like a child.
Drusilla: Why, Angel. Where have you been? The sun is almost up, and it can be so hurtful. We were worried.
Spike: No, we weren't.
Drusilla: You must forgive Spike. He's just a bit testy tonight. Doesn't get out much anymore.
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.
Spike: Have you forgotten that you're a bloody guest in my bloody home?
Angelus: And as a guest, if there's anything I can do for you... Any... responsibility I can assume while you're spinning your wheels... Anything I'm not already doing, that is.
Shopkeeper: Welcome. How may I serve you today?
Shopkeeper: Love potion? Perhaps a voodoo doll for that unfaithful...
Jenny: I need an Orb of Thesulah.
Shopkeeper: Oh, you're in the trade. Sorry about the spiel, but around Valentine's Day, I get a lot of tourists shopping for love potions and mystical revenge of past lovers. Sad fact is, Ouija boards and rabbits' feet, that's what pay the rent around here.
Xander: Well, good morning, ladies. And what did you two do last night?
Willow: We had kind of a 'pajama party sleepover with weapons' thing.
Xander: Oh. And I don't suppose either of you had the presence of mind to locate a camera to capture the moment.
Willow: I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes, and I have to arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers. Oh, darn. She's here. Five hours of lesson planning yesterday down the drain...
Jenny: Uh, is there something that... Did you want something?
Buffy: Look... I know you feel badly about what happened, and I just wanted to say... Good. Keep it up.
Jenny: Don't worry, I will.
Buffy: Oh, wait. Um... He misses you. He doesn't say anything, I mean, but I know he does. And I don't want him to be lonely. I don't want anyone to.
Jenny: Buffy, you know that if I have a chance to make this up...
Buffy: We're... good here. Let's just leave it.
Giles: I-I found a ritual to revoke the invitation to vampires.
Cordelia: Oh, thank goodness. I actually had to talk my grandmother into switching cars with me last night.
Giles: Um, the-the-the, uh, the ritual's fairly basic, actually. It's just the recitation of a few rhyming couplets, burning of, uh, moss herbs, sprinkling of holy water...
Buffy: All stuff I have in my house.
Willow: I'm gonna have a hard time explaining this to my dad.
Buffy: You really think it'll bother him?
Willow: Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' every year.
Buffy: I see your point.
Willow: Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy Dance.
Angelus: Mrs. Summers, I need to talk to you.
Joyce: You're Angel.
Angelus: Did Buffy tell you about us?
Joyce: She told me she wants you to leave her alone.
Angelus: I-I can't. I can't do that.
Joyce: You're scaring her.
Angelus: You have to help me. Joyce... I need, I need to be with her. Y-you can convince her. You have to convince her.
Joyce: Look, I'm telling you to leave her alone.
Angelus: You have to talk to her for me, Joyce. Tell her I need her.
Joyce: Please, look, I-I just wanna get inside, okay?
Angelus: You don't understand, Joyce. I'll die without Buffy. She'll die without me.
Joyce: Are you threatening her?
Angelus: Please... Why is she doing this to me?
Joyce: I'm calling the police now.
Angelus: I haven't been able to sleep since the night we made love. I need her. I know you understand.
Joyce: Just leave us alone.
Jenny: I spoke to Buffy today.
Giles: Oh! Yes?
Jenny: Mm. She said you missed me.
Giles: Well, uh, she's... a meddlesome girl.
Jenny: Rupert... Okay, I don't wanna say anything if I'm wrong, but I may have some news. Now, I need to finish up here. Could I see you later?
Giles: Y-yes, yes. You could stop by my house.
Jenny: Angel... How did you get in here?
Angelus: I was invited. The sign in front of the school... 'Formatia trans sicere educatorum.'
Jenny: 'Enter all ye who seek knowledge.'
Angelus: What can I say? I'm a knowledge seeker.
Jenny: Angel, I-I-I've got good news.
Angelus: I heard. You went shopping at the local boogedy-boogedy store. The Orb of Thesulah. If memory serves, this is supposed to summon a person's soul... from the ether... store it until it can be transferred. You know what I hate most about these things? They're so damn fragile. Must be that shoddy gypsy craftsmanship, huh? I never cease to be amazed how much the world has changed in just two and a half centuries. It's a miracle to me. You, you put the secrets to restoring my soul in here... It comes out here. '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. My... Isn't this my lucky day. The computer... and the pages. Looks like I get to kill two birds with one stone. And teacher makes three.
Giles: Willow, good evening.
Willow: Hi. Come on in. Here's the book.
Giles: Right. I guess I should do my apartment tonight. The ritual go all right?
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. 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.
Willow: You would have been proud of her, though. She totally kept her cool. Okay, well, I'll tell Buffy you stopped by.
Giles: Would you, um... Perhaps I should intervene on, on Buffy's behalf w-w-with her mother. Um, maybe... say something?
Willow: Sure! Like, what would you say?
Giles: W... Uh... You will tell Buffy I dropped by?
Willow: You bet.
Buffy: That stuff with the Latins and the herbs, uh, he's just real superstitious.
Buffy: We just thought if...
Joyce: Was he the first? No, wait. I don't wanna know. I don't think I want to.
Buffy: Yeah. He was the first. I mean, the only.
Joyce: He's older than you.
Buffy: I know.
Joyce: Too old, Buffy. And he's obviously not very stable. I really wish... I just thought you would show more judgment.
Buffy: He wasn't like this before.
Joyce: Are you in love with him?
Buffy: I was.
Joyce: Were you careful?
Buffy: Mom, this is no time...
Joyce: Don't 'Mom' me, Buffy. You don't get to get out of this. You had sex with a boy you didn't even see fit to tell me you were dating.
Buffy: I made a mistake.
Joyce: Yeah, well, don't just say that to shut me up, because I think you really did.
Buffy: I know that! I-I can't tell you everything.
Joyce: How about anything? Buffy, you can shut me out of your life, I am pretty much used to that. But don't expect me to ever stop caring about you, because it's never gonna happen. I love you more than anything in the world. That would be your cue to, uh, roll your eyes and tell me I'm grossing you out.
Buffy: You're not.
Joyce: Oh, well... I guess that was the talk.
Buffy: So how'd it go?
Joyce: I don't know. It was my first.
Angelus: Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief.
Xander: I guess Giles had a big night planned tonight.
Buffy: Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift.
Xander: Oh, man. Poor Giles.
Willow: Look, all his weapons are gone.
Cordelia: But I thought he kept his weapons at the library.
Xander: No, those are his, uh, everyday weapons. These were his good weapons. The ones he, uh, breaks out when company comes to visit.
Cordelia: So Giles is gonna try to kill Angel then?
Xander: Well, it's about time somebody did.
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, uh, fiend that murdered his girlfriend, I say, 'Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'
Buffy: You're right.
Xander: Thank you.
Buffy: There's only one thing wrong with Giles' little revenge scenario.
Xander: And what's that?
Buffy: It's gonna get him killed.
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.
Giles: Why did you come here?! This wasn't your fight!
Buffy: Are you trying to get yourself killed?! You can't leave me. I can't do this alone.
Angelus: 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.
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.
Buffy: I can't hold on to the past anymore. Angel has gone. Nothing's ever gonna bring him back.