ANGEL: (re bracelet Buffy just picked up) There's blood on it.

BUFFY: Hi. It's nice to... Blood?

ANGEL: I can smell it.

BUFFY: Oh. It's pretty thin. It probably belonged to a girl.

ANGEL: Probably.

BUFFY: I-I was... just thinking, wouldn't it be funny some time to see each other when it wasn't a blood thing. Not funny ha, ha.

ANGEL: What are you sayin', you wanna have a date?

BUFFY: No.

ANGEL: You don't wanna have a date?

BUFFY: Who said 'date'? I-I-I never said 'date'.

ANGEL: Right. You just wanna have coffee or somethin'.

BUFFY: (hopefully) Coffee?

ANGEL: I knew this was gonna happen.

BUFFY: What? What do you think is happening?

ANGEL: You're sixteen years old. I'm two hundred and forty-one.

BUFFY: I've done the math.

ANGEL: You don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you want...

BUFFY: Oh. No, I, I think I do. I want out of this conversation.

ANGEL: Listen, if we date you and I both know one thing's gonna lead to another.

BUFFY: One thing already has led to another. You think it's a little late to be reading me a warning label?

ANGEL: I'm just tryin' to protect you. This could get outta control.

BUFFY: Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?

ANGEL: This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.

BUFFY: No. When you kiss me I wanna die.

(She pulls herself free and runs off.)

• Buffy & Angel

written by: David Greenwalt; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson. Full transcript at:
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