Joyce: I don't have to tell you that you and Buffy come from different worlds.
Angel: No, you don't.
Joyce: She's had to deal with a lot, grow up fast. Sometimes even I forget that she's still just a girl.
Angel: And I'm old enough to be her ancestor.
Joyce: She's just starting out in life.
Angel: I know. I think about it more now that she's staying in Sunnydale.
Joyce: Good. Because when it comes to you, Angel, she's just like any other young woman in love. You're all she can see of tomorrow. But I think we both know that there are some hard choices ahead. If she can't make them, you're gonna have to. I know you care about her. I just hope you care enough.

Angel: You deserve more. You deserve something outside of demons and darkness. You should be with someone who can take you into the light. Someone who can make love to you.
Buffy: I don't care about that.
Angel: You will. And children.
Buffy: Children? Can you say jumping the gun? I kill my goldfish.

Willow: So, that's it?
Buffy: That's it. Assuming we survive this Ascension thing, he's gonna leave town.
Willow: Well, he's a fool. He's just a big, dumb, jerk person. If you ask me. And he's a super, maxi-jerk for doing it right before the prom.
Buffy: That's not his fault. He's 243 years old. He doesn't exactly get the prom.
Willow: But, he should. If he...
Buffy: Wil, it's okay. You don't have to make him the bad guy.
Willow: But, that's the best friend's job. Vilifying and grousing.
Buffy: Usually, yeah. But he's right. I mean, I think, maybe in the long run, that he's right.
Willow: Yeah. I think he is. I mean, I tried to hope for the best, but... I'm sorry. Must be horrible.
Buffy: I think horrible is still coming. Right now, it's worse. Right now, I'm just trying to keep from dying.
Willow: Oh, Buffy.
Buffy: I can't breathe, Wil. I feel like I can't breathe.

Jonathan: We have one more award to give out. Is Buffy Summers here tonight? Did she, um...
[The crowd turns to Buffy and she stares]
Jonathan: This is actually a new category. First time ever. I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots, and, um, well, t-the prom committee asked me to read this. "We're not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn't mean we haven't noticed you. We don't talk about it much, but it's no secret that Sunnydale High isn't really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here."
Student #1: Zombies!
Student #2: Hyena people!
Student #3: Snyder!
[The crowd laughs]
Jonathan: "But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you or helped by you at one time or another. We're proud to say that the class of '99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history, and we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks and gives you, uh, uh, this."
[Jonathan reveals the gold umbrella]
Jonathan: It's from all of us, and it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector".

Xander: Any clue on what college you might be attending so we can start calculating minimum safe distance?
Cordelia: None of your business. Certainly, nowhere near you losers.
Buffy: Okay, you guys. Don't forget to breathe between insults.
Cordelia: I'm sorry, Buffy. This conversation is reserved for those who actually have a future.

Willow: Faith, wait. I wanna talk to you.
Faith: Oh yeah? Give me the speech again, please. "Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."
Willow: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo hoo. Poor you. You know, you had a lot more in your life than-than some people. I mean, you had friends like Buffy. Now you have no one. Y were a Slayer and now you're nothing. You're just a big selfish, worthless waste.
[Faith punches Willow]
Faith: You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
Willow: Aw, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.

Mayor Wilkins: Well, I wish you kids the best. I really do, but if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And that's not just because I plan to kill the both of you, but you got a bumpy road ahead.
Buffy: I don't think we need to talk about this.
Mayor Wilkins: God... you kids. You are still in denial, Buffy. You don't like to think about the future, you don't like making plans, but unless you want Faith over there to gut your friend like a sea bass, I suggest you show a little respect for your elders... and me.
Angel: You're not my elder. I got a lot of years over you.
Mayor Wilkins: I know and that's just one of the things you are going to have to deal with. You're immortal. She's not. It's not easy to carry a lasting relationship with a mortal. Take me for example. I married my Edna Mae in nineteen aught three, and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture of her last few years. Wrinkled and senile... and cursing me for my eternal youth. It wasn't our happiest time. And let's forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil.
[He scoffs]
Mayor Wilkins: I mean, come on! What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl... and you want to keep her from the life she should have till it's passed her by? And, by God, I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?

The other night, y'know being captured and all, facing off with Faith... Things just kinda got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for three years and I've helped some. And now we're supposed to decide what we want to do with our lives. And I just realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I think it's worth doing. And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in.

Willow

Giles: You actually had your hands on the Books of Ascension?
Willow: Volumes 1 through 5.
Giles: Is there anything that you can remember about them that could be of use to us, anything at all?
Willow: Well, I was in a hurry. Ad, what I did read was kinda involved. If you ask me, way overwritten.
Rupert Giles: Oh.
Willow: Actually, there were a few pages that were kind of interesting, but I didn't have a chance to read them fully.
[Giles looks away]
Willow: [Willow reaches into her pocket and reveals several pages] See what you can make of them?
[Giles takes the papers happily and walks away]

You... All of you. Why couldn't you be dealing drugs like normal people?

Principal Snyder

Angel: You can't get into my mind.
Buffy: How did you...
[Buffy stares at him]
Buffy: Why not?
Angel: It's like the mirror. The thoughts are there, but they create no reflection in you.

Buffy: I'm suddenly gonna grow this demon part, and we don't even know what it is. It could be claws or scales...
[Willow's eyes widen]
Buffy: What?
Willow: Was it a boy demon?

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Quotes

Cordelia: You'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from L.A., so you can skip the written. So let's see...vamp nail polish?
Buffy: Over?
Cordelia: So over. James Spader?
Buffy: He needs to call me!
Cordelia: Frappachinos?
Buffy: Trendy but tasty.
Cordelia: Josh Tesh.
Buffy: The devil.
Cordelia: That was pretty much a gimme, but you passed!

Joyce: Okay, have a good time! I know you're going to make friends right away, just think positive.
[Buffy leaves the car]
Joyce: And honey...
[Buffy turns around]
Joyce: Try not to get kicked out.
Buffy: I promise.