All right, it's a fair wiggins, but I can NOT consider Angel and Angelus the some, so until he's back to Angel, Angelus=As (seems a fitting abbreviation, somehow...
S: What's Big Blue up to anyway? He just sits there.
Judge: I am preparing.
S: Yeah. It's interesting to me that preparing looks a great bit like sitting on your ass. When do we destroy the world already?
Judge: My strength grows. And with every life I take it will increase further.
S: So let's take some. I'm bored.
X: Well, the bus depot was a total washout, and may I say what a lovely place to spend the night. What a vibrant cross-section of Americana.
G: No vampires transporting boxes?
X: No, but a 400-pound wino offered to wash my hair.
X: Let's go.
C: And do what? Besides be afraid and die.
X: Well, nobody's asking you to go, Cordelia. If the vampires need grooming tips, we'll give you a call.
W: No, Xander's right. My god, you people are all... well, I'm upset and can't think of a mean word right now, but that's what you are, and we're going to the factory.
G: The stronger he gets, he'll be able to reduce us to charcoal with a look.
B: Also, not the prettiest man in town.
X: After classes I'll come back and help you research.
C: Yeah, you might find something useful if it's in an "I Can Read" book.
S: Are we feeling better, then?
D: I'm naming all the stars.
S: You can't see the stars, love. That's the ceiling. Also, it's day.
D: I can see them. But I've named them all the same name. And there's terrible confusion.
S: Do you know what happens to Angel?
As: Well, he moves to New York and tries to fulfill that Broadway dream. It's tough sledding, but one day, he's working in the chorus when the big star twists her ankle.
S: You don't give up, do you?
As: As long as there's injustice in the world, as long as scum like you is walking... well, rolling, in the streets, I'll be around. Look over your shoulder. I'll be there.
S: Um, yeah. Angel, look over your shoulder.
S: Don't just stand there, burn him.
As: Gee, maybe he's broken.
D: Angel...
As: Yeah, baby, I'm back.
S: No more of this "I've got a soul" crap?
As: What can I say, hmm? I was going through a phase.
D: Everything in my head is singing.
D: We'll feed.
As: Grrr!
D: And we'll play.
S: It made me sick to my stomach seeing you being the Slayer's lap dog.
D: Psst... We're going to destroy the world. Want to come?
As: Yeah. Destroying the world. Great. I'm really more interested in the Slayer.
S: Well, she's in the world, so that should work out.
S: You've really got a yen to hurt this girl, haven't you?
As: She made me feel like a human being. That's not the kind of thing you just forget.
W: Well, Buffy, he probably has some plan, and he's trying to protect you. Well, I don't know what. I'm not in on the plan.
It's his plan.
C: Big, scary, no weapon forged can stop him, took an army to take him down, blah blah blah.
X: Sorry I snapped at you before.
C: Well, I'm reeling from that new experience.
C: You were too busy rushing off to die for your beloved Buffy. You'd never die for me.
X: No, I might die _from_ you. Does that get me any points?
X: Come on, can't we kiss and make up?
C: I don't want to make up. But I'm okay with the other part.
W: I knew it. I knew it! Well, not knew it in the sense of having the slightest idea, but I knew there was something I didn't know.
X: I know it's weird.
W: Weird? It's against all laws of god and man. It's Cordelia! Remember? The whole "We hate Cordelia" Club, of which you are the treasurer.
X: I was gonna tell you.
W: Gee, what stopped you? Could it be shame?
X: We were just kissing. It doesn't mean that much.
W: No. It just means that you'd rather be with someone you hate, than be with me.
As: You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although I guess you proved that last night.
B: It is a big deal!
As: It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, the dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy! It's not like I've never been there before.
W: Let's get this straight -- I don't understand it. I don't want to understand it. You have gross emotional problems, and things are not okay between us.
W: What about the Judge? Where do we stand?
X: On a pile of really boring books...
W: Where's an army when you need one?
X: Whoa. Whoa! I think I'm having a thought. Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's a thought. Now I'm having a plan. < the lights go out > Now I'm having a wiggins.
X: Don't do that!
As: Oh, I think I do that!
As: I got a message for Buffy.
B: Then why don't you give it to me yourself?
As: Oh, it's not really the kind of message you tell. It sort of involves finding the bodies of all your friends.
B: This can't be you.
As: I thought we already covered that subject.
B: Leave Willow alone, and deal with me.
As: But she's so cute and helpless. Really a turn-on.
G: And we're absolutely certain that Angel has reverted to his former self?
X: Yeah, we're all certain. Anyone not feeling certain here?
C: What are we gonna do?
G: I'm leaning toward blind panic, myself.
W: Giles, shut up.
C: This is great. There's an unkillable demon in town, Angel's joined his team, the Slayer's a basket case. I'd say we've hit bottom.
X: I have a plan.
C: Oh, no, here's a lower place.
X: Meet me at Willow's house in half an hour, and wear something trashy... -er.
S: I know you haven't been in the game for a while, mate, but we still do kill people. Sort of our raison d'etre, you know.
D: You don't want to kill her, do you? You want to hurt her.
Just like you hurt me.
As: Nobody knows me like you do, Dru.
C: Who am I supposed to be, again?
X: You're supposed to be a girl. Think you can handle it?
Soldier: Identify yourself right the hell now!
X: You know the ladies. They like to see the big guns, gets them all hot and bothered. Can you cut me some slack, give me a blind eye?
Soldier: And why should I?
X: Well, if you do, I won't tell Colonel Newsome that your boots ain't regulation, your post wasn't covered, and you hold your gun like a sissy-girl.
C: Okay, what was that, and who are you?
C: So, does looking at guns really make girls want to have sex? That's scary.
X: Yeah, I guess.
C: Well, does looking at guns make you want to have sex?
X: I'm 17. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex.
O: So, do you guys steal weapons from the army a lot?
W: Well, we don't have cable, so we have to make our own fun.
O: Sometimes when I'm sitting in class, you know, I'm not thinking about class, 'cause that would never happen. I think about kissing you, and it's like everything stops. It's like freeze frame. Willow kissage.... Oh, I'm not going to kiss you.
W: What? But... freeze frame!
O: Well, to the casual observer, it would appear that you're trying to make your friend Xander jealous, or even the score, or something. And that's on the empty side. See, in my fantasy, when I'm kissing you, you're kissing me. It's okay, I can wait.
As: Don't you look spiffy.
Judge: Spiffy?
JC: Is there something I can do?
B: Get out.
J: I just want to help.
G: ...She said 'get out'.
B: Take out any lesser vamps if you can. I'll handle the smurf.
Judge: No weapon forged can stop me.
B: That was then. This is now.
Judge: What's that do? < BLAM! >
B: Best present ever.
X: Knew you'd like it.
C: Pieces? We get the pieces. Our job sucks!
O: Um.... Arm!
As: You can't do it. You can't kill me.
< kick >
B: Give me time.
J: Well, go on, make a wish.
B: I'll just let it burn.