home wallpapers fan videos icons quotes & sounds screencaps links contact me		Quotes | Buffy the Vampire Slayer: S1/Ep7 (7) "Angel" prev episode next episode Master: Zachary didn't return from the hunt last night. Darla: The Slayer. Master: Zachary was strong, and he was careful. And still the Slayer takes him...as she has taken so many of my family. It wears thin. Collin, what would you do about it? Collin: I'd annihilate her. Master: Out of the mouths of babes... Darla: Let me do it, Master. Let me kill her for you. Master: You have a personal interest in this. Darla: I don't get to have any fun. Master: I will send the Three. Willow: Ah, the fumigation party. Buffy: Hmm? Willow: It's an annual tradition. The closing of the Bronze for a few days to nuke the cockroaches? Buffy: Oh. Willow: It's a lot of fun...What's it like where you are? Willow: So, we're talking about a guy? Buffy: Not exactly a guy. For us to have a conversation about a guy, there'd have to be a guy for us to have a conversation about. Is that a sentence? Willow: What about Angel? Buffy: Angel? I can just see him in a relationship. "Hi, honey, you're in grave danger. I'll see you next month." Willow: He's not around much, it's true. Buffy: When he is around...it's like the lights dim everywhere else. You know how it's like that with some guys? Cordelia: Ouch! Please get your extreme oafishness off my two-hundred-dollar shoes! Xander: Y'know, hey, I don't know what everyone's talking about. That outfit doesn't make you look like a hooker! Xander: Boy, that Cordelia is a regular breath of vile air. What are you vixens up to? Willow: Just sitting here, watching our barren lives pass us by. Oh, look, a cockroach. Xander: Whoa, well, let's stop this crazy whirligig of fun! I'm dizzy! Buffy: Alright, now I'm infecting those nearest and dear to me. I'm gonna call it a night. Buffy: It's late, I'm tired, and I don't wanna play games. Show yourself. Buffy: Okay, okay...Look, I really don't wanna fight all three of you...unless I have to. Angel: Good dogs don't bite! Angel: It's alright. A vampire can't come in unless it's invited. Buffy: I've heard that before, but I've never put it to the test. Oh...I'll go get some bandages, just...take your jacket and your shirt off. Buffy: Nice tattoo. I was lucky you came along. How did you happen to come along? Buffy: So, you weren't following me? I just had this feeling you were. Angel: Why would I do that? Buffy: You tell me. You're the Mystery Guy that appears out of nowhere. I'm not saying I'm not happy about it tonight, but...if you are hanging around I'd like to know why. Angel: Maybe I like you. Buffy: Maybe... Joyce: Hi! What are you doing? Buffy: There's a lot of weird people outside at night...I just feel better with you safe and sound inside. You must be beat. Buffy: Well, then why don't you go upstairs and get into bed, and I can bring you some hot tea? Joyce: That's sweet!...What'd you do? Buffy: Can't a daughter just be concerned about her mother? Buffy: Oh! Okay...Um...Angel, uh, this is my mom. Mom, this is Angel. Uh, we ran into each other on the way home. Angel: Nice to meet you. Joyce: What do you do, Angel? Buffy: He's a student. Uh, first year community college. Angel's been helping me with my history, you know I've been toiling there. Joyce: It's a little late for tutoring. I'm gonna go to bed, and, uh, Buffy? Buffy: I'll say good night and do the same! Angel: Look, I don't wanna get you in any more trouble... Buffy: And I don't wanna get you dead. They could still be out there. So, uh, oh...two of us, one bed. That doesn't work. Um, why don't you take the bed? Y'know, you're wounded... Angel: I'll take the floor...Oh, believe me, I've had worse. Buffy: Okay. Um, then why don't you check and see if the Fang Gang is still loitering and, um, keep your back turned while I change? Buffy: Y'know, I'm the Chosen One, it's my job to fight guys like that. What's your excuse? Angel: Uh, somebody has to. Buffy: Well, what does your family think of your career choice? Angel: They're dead. Buffy: Was it vampires? Angel: I-it was. Buffy: I'm sorry. Angel: It was a long while ago. Buffy: So, this is a vengeance gig for you. Angel: Y-you even look pretty when you go to sleep. Buffy: Well, when I wake up it's an entirely different story. Buffy: Angel? Angel: Hmm? Buffy: Do you snore? Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know. Xander: He spent the night? In your room? In your bed? Buffy: Not in my bed, by my bed. Willow: That is so romantic! Did you, uh...I mean, did he, uh... Buffy: Perfect gentleman. Xander: Buffy, c'mon, wake up and smell the seduction. It's the oldest trick in the book. Buffy: What? Saving my life? Getting slashed in the ribs? Xander: Duh! I mean, guys'll do anything to impress a girl. I once drank an entire gallon of Gatorade without taking a breath. Willow: It was pretty impressive. Although later there was an ick factor. Giles: Can we steer this riveting conversation back to the events that happened earlier in the evening? You left the Bronze and were set upon by three unusually virile vampires. Did they look like this? Buffy: Yeah. What's with the uniforms? Giles: It seems you encountered the Three. Warrior vampires, very proud and very strong. Willow: How is it you always know this stuff? You always know what's going on. I never know what's going on. Giles: Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching it. Willow: No, I was sleeping. Giles: Angel and Buffy are, are not in any immediate jeopardy. Eventually the Master will send someone else, but in the mean time the Three, having failed, will offer their own lives in penance. Master: Pay attention, child. You are the Anointed, and there is much you must learn. With power comes responsibility. True, they did fail, but also true, we who walk at night share a common bond. The taking of a life—I'm not talking about humans, of course—is a serious matter. Master: Hmm. I am weary, and their deaths will bring me little joy. Of course, sometimes a little is enough. Buffy: Cool! Crossbow! Huh. Check out these babies. Hmm. Goodbye stakes, hello flying fatality. What can I shoot? Giles: You must first become proficient with the basic tools of combat. And let's begin...with the quarterstaff. Which, incidentally, will, uh, require countless hours of vigorous training. I speak from experience. Buffy: Giles, 20th Century? I'm not gonna be fighting Friar Tuck Giles: You never know with whom or what you'll be fighting. And these traditions have been handed down through the ages. Now, you show me good, steady progress with the quarterstaff, and in due course we'll discuss the crossbow. Put on your pads. Buffy: I'm not gonna need pads to fight you. Giles: Well, we'll see about that. En garde! Buffy: Brought you some dinner. It's a little plateless, sorry. Buffy: So! What'd you do all day? Angel: Uh, I read a little. And just thought about a lot of things. Buffy, I... Buffy: My diary? You read my diary? That is not okay! A diary is like a person's most private place! I...You don't even know what I was writing about! 'Hunk' can mean a lot of things, bad things. And, and when it says that your eyes are "penetrating", I meant to write 'bulging'. Angel: Buffy... Buffy: And "A" doesn't even stand for "Angel" for that matter, it stands for..."Achmed", a charming foreign exchange student, so that whole fantasy part has nothing to even do with you at all... Angel: Your mother moved your diary when she came in to straighten up. I watched from the closet. I didn't read it, I swear. Angel: I did a lot of thinking today. I really can't be around you. Because when I am... Buffy: Hey, no big. Water...over the bridge, under the bridge... Angel: When I am all I can ever think about is how badly I want to kiss you. Buffy: ...over the dam...Kiss me? Angel: I'm older than you, and this can't ever...I better go. Buffy: H-how much older? Willow: Angel's a vampire? Buffy: I can't believe this is happening. One minute we were kissing, and the next minute...Can a vampire ever be a good person? Couldn't it happen? Giles: A vampire isn't a person at all. It may have the movements, the, the memories, even the personality of the person that it took over, but i-it's still a demon at the core, there is no halfway. Xander: Alright, uh...you have a problem, and it's not a small one. Let's take a breath and look at this calmly and objectively. Angel's a vampire. You're a Slayer. I think it's obvious what you have to do. Xander: I-I know you have feelings for this guy, but it's not like you're in love with him, right?...You're in love with a vampire?! What, are you outta your mind?! Cordelia: What?! Xander: Not vampire...How could you love an umpire? Everyone hates 'em! Cordelia: Where did you get that dress? This is a one-of-a-kind Todd Oldham. Do you know how much this dress cost? Is this a knockoff? This is a knockoff, isn't it?! Some cheesy knockoff! This is exactly what happens when you sign these free trade agreements! Buffy: You think we have problems... Angel: What's with the Catholic schoolgirl look? Last time I saw you it was kimonos. Darla: And last time I saw you it wasn't high school girls. Don't cha like? Remember Budapest? Turn of the century? You were such a bad boy during that earthquake. Darla: Is there anything better than a natural disaster? The panic. The people lost in the streets. It's like picking fruit off the vine. Nice! You're living above ground, like one of them. You and your new friend are attacking us, like one of them. But guess what, precious? You're not one of them. Are you? Angel: No. But I'm not exactly one of you either. Darla: Is that what you tell yourself these days? Darla: You're not exactly living off quiche. You and I both know what you hunger for. What you need. Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's who we are. It's what makes eternal life worth living. Mmmm. You can only suppress your real nature for so long. You can feel it brewing inside of you. I hope I'm around when it explodes. Angel: Maybe you don't wanna be. Darla: I'm not afraid of you. I bet she is, though. Or maybe I'm underestimating her. Talk to her. Tell her about the curse. Maybe she'll come around. And if she still doesn't trust you, you know where I'll be. Giles: There's nothing about Angel in the texts, but it suddenly occurred to me that it's been ages since I've read the diaries of any of the watchers before me. Willow: That musta been so embarrassing when you thought he had read your diary, but then it turned out he hadn't, but then he felt the same way...I'm listening. Giles: There's mention some two hundred years ago in Ireland of, of Angelus, the one with the angelic face. Buffy: They got that right. Xander: I'm not saying anything, I have nothing to say. Giles: Does this, uh, Angel have, um, a tattoo behind his right shoulder? Buffy: Yeah, it's a, it's a bird or something. Xander: Now I'm sayin' something. You saw him naked? Willow: So, Angel's been around for a while. Giles: Not long for a vampire. Uh, two hundred and forty years or so. Buffy: Huh! Two hundred and forty. Well, he said he was older. Giles: Angelus leaves Ireland, uh, wreaks havoc in, in Europe for, uh, several decades, and then, um, about eighty years ago, the most curious thing happens. He, he comes to, uh, to America, um, shuns other vampires, and, and lives alone. There's, there's no, no record of him hunting here. Willow: So he is a good vampire! I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being someone who's killing and maiming every night, and one being someone who's...not. Giles: I say that there's no record, but, uh, vampires hunt and kill. It's, it's what they do. Xander: Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly. Master: Do I sense a plan, Darla? Share... Darla: Angel kills her and comes back to the fold. Master: Angel! He was the most vicious creature I ever met. I miss him. Darla: So do I. Master: Why would he kill her if he feels for her? Darla: To keep her from killing him. Willow: Reconstruction began when? Buffy? Buffy: Huh? Oh! Um, reconstruction...Uh, reconstruction began after the...construction, which was...shoddy, so they had to reconstruct. Buffy: Right. Civil War. During which Angel was already, like, a hundred and change... Willow: Are we gonna talk about boys, or are we gonna help you pass history? Willow: Sometimes I have this fantasy that Xander's just gonna grab me and kiss me right on the lips. Buffy: You want Xander, you've gotta speak up, girl! Willow: No, no, no, no. No speaking up. That way leads to madness and sweaty palms. Willow: Wow! And it is kinda novel how he'll stay young and handsome forever, although you'll still get wrinkly and die, and... Oh, and what about the children? I'll be quiet now. Buffy: Like Xander said, I'm the Slayer, and he's a... vampire. God, I can't! He's never done anything to hurt me...Okay, no, I need to stop thinking about this. Okay, let's give another half an hour and maybe something will sink in. And then I'm going home for some major moping. Darla: Hi! I'm Darla? A friend of Buffy's? Joyce: Oh! Nice to meet you. Darla: She didn't mention anything about me coming over for a study date, did she? Joyce: No, I thought she was studying with Willow at the library. Darla: She is. Willow's the Civil War expert, but then I was supposed to help her with the War of Independence. My family kinda goes back to those days. Joyce: Well, I, I know she's supposed to be home soon. Would you like to come in and wait? Darla: It's very nice of you to invite me into your home. Joyce: You're welcome. I've been wrestling with the IRS all night. Would you like something to eat? Joyce: Yes, I would! Angel: Let her go! Darla: I just had a little, there's plenty more. Aren't you hungry for something warm after all this time? Come on, Angel. Just say "Yes"! Buffy: You're not welcome here. You come near us and I'll kill you. Buffy: Mom! Mom, can you hear me?! Yes, I need an ambulance, 1630 Revello Drive! My mother cut herself, she lost a lot of blood! Please, please hurry! Mom! Buffy: Do you remember anything, Mom? Joyce: Just, um, your friend came over...I was gonna make a snack... Buffy: My friend? Joyce: I guess I slipped and cut my neck on–the doctor said it looked like a barbecue fork. We don't have a barbecue fork. Joyce: Are you another doctor? Buffy: Oh! Um... No, Mom, this is Mr. Giles. Joyce: Oh, the librarian from your school! What's he doing here? Buffy: Uh, I-I just came to pay my respects, wish you a speedy recovery. Joyce: Boy, the teachers really do care in this town. Buffy: She's gonna be okay. They, they gave her some iron...Her, uh, blood count was a, a little... Giles: ...a little low. It presents itself like mild anemia. Xander: Buff, it's not your fault. Buffy: No? I invited him into my home. Even after I knew who he was, what he was, and I didn't do anything about it...'cause I had feelings for him, because I cared about him. Willow: If you care about somebody you care about them. You can't change that by... Buffy: ...killing them? Maybe not. But I think it's a start. Buffy: You can't stop me. The Three found me near the Bronze and so did he. He lives nearby. Giles: This is no ordinary vampire. If there is such a thing. Now, he knows you, he, he's faced the Three! I think this is gonna take more than a simple stake. Buffy: So do I. Darla: She's out hunting you right now. She wants to kill you. Angel: Leave me alone. Darla: What did you think? Did you think she would understand? That she would look at your face, your true face, and give you a kiss? Darla: For a hundred years you've not had a moment's peace because you will not accept who you are. That's all you have to do. Accept it. Don't let her hunt you down. Don't whimper and mewl like a mangy human. Kill! Feed! Live! Darla: What do you want? Angel: I want it finished! Darla: That's good. You're hurting me. That's good, too. Joyce: It's important to have teachers who make an impression. Giles: She makes quite an impression herself. Joyce: She's studying with Willow, she's studying with Darla, I-I mean, she is trying. Giles: Darla? I-I-I don't believe I know, uh... Joyce: Her friend, the one who came over tonight. Giles: Darla came to your house tonight? Sh-she's the friend that you mentioned earlier? Joyce: Poor thing, I must've frightened her half to death when I fainted. Someone should really check and make sure she's alright. Giles: Yes, someone should, right away. I'll do it. Joyce: That school is amazing! Buffy: I know you're there. And I know what you are. Angel: Do you? I'm just an animal, right? Buffy: You're not an animal. Animals I like. Buffy: Why? Why didn't you just attack me when you had the chance? Was it a joke? To make me feel for you and then...I've killed a lot of vampires. I've never hated one before. Angel: Feels good, doesn't it? Feels simple. Buffy: I invited you into my home and then you attacked my family! Angel: Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends...and their friend's children. For a hundred years I offered ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart. Buffy: What changed? Angel: Fed on a girl about your age...beautiful...dumb as a post...but a favorite among her clan. Buffy: Her clan? Angel: Romany. Gypsies. The elders conjured the perfect punishment for me. They restored my soul. Buffy: What, they were all out of boils and blinding torment? Angel: When you become a vampire the demon takes your body, but it doesn't get your soul. That's gone! No conscience, no remorse...It's an easy way to live. You have no idea what it's like to have done the things I've done...and to care. I haven't fed on a living human being since that day. Angel: I didn't bite her. Buffy: Then why didn't you say something? Angel: But I wanted to. I can walk like a man, but I'm not one. I wanted to kill you tonight. Willow: We're near the Bronze. What now? Giles: Keep looking for her. Xander: I have a question: what if we find her and she's fighting Angel and some of his friends? What the heck are we gonna do about it? Darla: Do you know what the saddest thing in the world is? Buffy: Bad hair on top of that outfit? Buffy: You guys were involved? Darla: For several generations. Buffy: Well, you been around since Columbus, you are bound to pile up a few ex's. You're older than him, right? Just between us girls, you are looking a little worn around the eyes. Darla: I made him. There was a time when we shared everything, wasn't there Angelus? You had a chance to come home, to rule with me in the Master's court for a thousand years, but you threw that away because of her. You love someone who hates us. You're sick. And you'll always be sick. And you'll always remember what it was like to watch her die. You don't think I came alone, do you? Buffy: I know I didn't. Darla: Oh, don't worry. Bullets can't kill vampires. Can hurt them like hell, but... Darla: So many body parts, so few bullets. Let's begin with the kneecaps. No fun dancing without them. Collin: Forget her. Master: How dare you? She was my favorite. For four hundred years... Collin: She was weak. You don't need her. I'll bring you the Slayer. Xander: Ah, the post-fumigation party. Buffy: Okay, so what's the difference between this and the pre-fumigation party? Xander: Much hardier cockroaches. Buffy: Nah. It's weird, though. In his way I feel like he's still watching me. Willow: Well, in a way he sort of is. In the way of that he's right over there. Angel: I just wanted to see if you were okay. And your mother. Buffy: We're both good. You? Angel: If I can go a little while without getting shot or stabbed I'll be alright. Look, this can't... Buffy: ...ever be anything. I know. For one thing, you're, like, two hundred and twenty-four years older than I am. Angel: I just gotta...I gotta walk away from this. Buffy: You okay? Angel: It's just... Buffy: ...painful. I know. See you around? prev episode next episode