The Best Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 3, Episode 20 Quotes

Cordelia: I have *nothing*, okay? No dresses, no cell phone, no car. Everything has been taken away because Daddy made a little mistake on his taxes... for the last 12 years.

Angel: I'm trying to do what's right here, okay? I'm trying to think with my head instead of my heart.
Buffy: Heart? You have a heart? It isn't even beating.
Angel: Don't.
Buffy: Don't what? Don't love you? I'm sorry. You know what? I didn't know that I got a choice in that. I'm never gonna change. I *can't* change... I want my life to be with you.
Angel: I don't.
Buffy: You don't wanna be with me...? I can't believe you're breaking up with me.

[Buffy on the floor having just a saved a student from a, now dead, hellhound]
Student: Bathroom?
[Buffy points]
Student: [almost speechless] Th-th-tha...
Buffy: You're welcome.

Buffy: I always say patrol's not complete without a trip to the stinky sewers.
Angel: I'm sure I saw him come down here.
Buffy: Couldn't we just let this be the vamp that got away? We could say he was *this* big.
Angel: What can I say? I need closure.

Wesley: Mr. Giles... I'd like your opinion... While the last thing I wish to do is model bad behavior in front of impressionable youth... I wonder if asking Miss Chase to dance would...
Rupert: For God's sake, man, she's 18. And you have the emotional maturity of a blueberry scone. Just have at it, would you? And stop fluttering about.

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-he's just a big, dumb, jerk person. If you ask me. And-And he's a-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.
[starts crying]
Willow: Oh, Buffy.
Buffy: I can't breathe, Wil. I feel like I can't breathe.

Xander: Well, hey, it's Demon Anya, punisher of evil males. Still haven't got your powers back? You haven't, right?
Anya: No. I will, though. It's just a matter of time.
Xander: So, now how did that work? Women would wish horrible things on their ex-boyfriends. You'd show up and make it happen.
Anya: That's right. The power of the Wish made me a righteous sword to smite the unfaithful.
Xander: Well, hey, good luck with that. Hope it works out for you.
Anya: You know, you can laugh, but I have witnessed a millennium of treachery and oppression from the males of this species, and I have nothing but contempt for the whole libidinous lot of them.
Xander: Then why are you talking to me?
Anya: [sighs] I don't have a date for the prom.
Xander: Well gosh, I wonder why not. It couldn't possibly have anything to do with your sales pitch?
Anya: Men are evil... Will you go with me?
Xander: One of us is very confused, and I honestly don't know which.
Anya: You know, this happens to be all your fault.
Xander: My fault?
Anya: You were unfaithful to Cordelia, so I took on the guise of a twelfth-grader to tempt her with the Wish. When I lost my powers, I got stuck in this persona, and now I have all these "feelings." I don't understand it. I don't like it. All I know is I *really* wanna go to this dance, and I want someone to go with me.
Xander: Be still my heart. Oh wait, it is.

Joyce: I don't have to tell you that you and Buffy are 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.

Rupert: And I shall be wearing pink taffeta, as chenille will not go with my complexion. Can we *please* talk about the ascension.

Wesley: If I'm not mistaken, this is a hellhound.
Rupert: Yes. It's particularly vicious. It's a sort of, um, demon foot soldier, bred during the Mahkash wars. Trained solely to kill, they... feed off the brains of their foes.

Anya: Look, I know you find me attractive. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
Xander: Nothing personal, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open.

Buffy: Angel's leaving me... He's leaving town.
Rupert: Buffy, I'm sorry... I don't really know what to say... Um, I-I understand that, um, this sort of thing requires ice cream of some kind.
Buffy: Ice cream will come... First, I wanna take out Psycho Boy.

Oz: Once again, the Hellmouth puts the "special" in "special occasion".

Buffy: No! You guys are gonna have a prom... the kind of prom that everyone should have... I'm gonna give you all a nice, fun, normal evening if I have to kill every single person on the face of the Earth to do it.
Xander: Yay?

Buffy: Great thing about being a Slayer... kicking ass is comfort food.

[first lines]
[wakes up and sees Angel looking at her]
Buffy: What? Do I have funny bed hair or something?
Angel: Or something.

Jonathan: We have one more award to give out. Is Buffy Summers here tonight...? Did-Did she, um...
[the crowd turns and finds her. She looks nervous at the attention]
Jonathan: This is actually a new category. It's the irst time ever. I-I guess there were a lot of write-in ballots. And, um, well, t-the prom committee a-asked me to-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: Zombies!
Student: Hyena people!
Student: Snyder!
[people chuckle]
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.
[everyone claps and cheers]
Jonathan: And we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks and gives you, um, uh, this."
[Jonathan produces a gold, glittering, miniature umbrella with a small metal plaque attached to the shaft]
Jonathan: It's from all of us. And it has written here, "Buffy Summers, Class Protector".

Rupert: You did good work tonight, Buffy.
Buffy: And I got a little toy surprise.
Rupert: [chuckles] Yes... I had no idea that children, en masse, could be... gracious.
Buffy: Every now and then, people surprise you.
Rupert: [looking past her] Every now and then.

Angel: The prom?
Buffy: End of high school, rite of passage thingy. Think cotillion with spiked punch and the electric slide.
Angel: Right.

Tucker: My three fiercest babies are on their way to the dance right now. You think formal wear makes them crazy? Wait till they see the mirror ball.

[last lines]
Buffy: I never thought you'd come.
Angel: It's a big night. I didn't wanna miss it... It's just tonight. It doesn't mean that I...
Buffy: I know... I mean, I understand.
Buffy: Will you dance with me?

Angel: You deserve more. You deserve something outside of demons and darkness. I mean... 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-And children.
Buffy: *Children*? Can you say jumping the gun? I kill my goldfish.