Spike: Hurts, doesn't it? Angelus: Well, you know, it kinda itches a little. Spike: Don't just stand there, burn him! [Nothing happens] Angelus: Gee, maybe he's broken. Spike: What the hell is going on? The Judge: This one cannot be burned. He's clean. Spike: Clean? You mean he's... The Judge: There's no humanity in him. [The Judge walks away] Angelus: Couldn't have said it better myself. Drusilla: Angel? Angelus: Yeah, baby, I'm back.
Buffy: How can you say this to me? Angelus: Lighten up, it was a good time. It doesn't mean like we have to make a big deal. Buffy: It is a big deal. Angelus: It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy. It's not like I've never been there before. [He reaches to her] Buffy: Don't touch me. Angelus: I should've known you wouldn't be able to handle it. Buffy: Angel! I love you. Angelus: Love you, too. [Angelus walks away] Angelus: I'll call you.