Halloween (Season 2, Episode 18):

He grabs his bag from the table and walks off in a huff. Buffy moans and sits back down with Willow.

Buffy: I think I just violated the guy code big time.

Willow: Poor Xander. Boys are so fragile. Speaking of, how was your date last night?

Buffy: Misfire. I was late due to unscheduled slayage. Showed up looking trashed.

Willow: Was he mad?

Buffy: Actually he was pretty unmad. Which probably had something to do with the fact that Cordelia was drooling in his cappuccino.

Willow: Oh, Buffy. Angel would never fall for her act.

Buffy: You mean that 'actually showing up, wearing a stunning outfit, embracing personal hygiene' act?

Willow: You know what I mean. Uh, she's not his type.

Buffy: Are you sure? I mean, I don't know what his type is. I've known him less than a year, and if you haven't noticed, he's not exactly one to over share.

Willow: True. It's too bad we can't sneak a look at the Watcher diaries and read up on Angel. I'm sure it's full of fun facts to know and tell.

Buffy: Yeah. It's too bad. That stuff is private.

Willow: Also Giles keeps them in his office. In his personal files.

Buffy: Most importantly, it would be wrong.

[After they steal the diaries...]

Cut to the girls' bathroom. Buffy and Willow are sitting on the sinks and looking at a drawing of a noble woman with a tiny waist wearing a billowy gown.

Buffy: Man, look at her.

Willow: Who is she?

Buffy: It doesn't say, but the entry's dated 1775.

Willow: Angel was eighteen. And still human.

Buffy: So that's the kinda girl he hung around? She's pretty coiffed.

Willow: She looks like a noble woman or something. Which means being beautiful is sort of her job.

Buffy: And clearly this girl was a workaholic. I'll never be like this.

Willow: C'mon! She's not that pretty. I mean, look at her. She's got a funny... uh, waist. Look how tiny that is.

Buffy: (sarcastically) Thank you. Now I feel better.

Willow: (exhales) No. She's like a freak. A circus freak. Yuk.

Buffy: (exhales) Musta been wonderful. Put on some fantabulous gown and go to a ball like a princess, and have horses and servants, and yet more gowns.

Willow: Yeah. Still, I think I prefer being able to vote. (Buffy raises her brows) (smiles) Or I will when I can.

Cordelia comes into the bathroom and goes to the mirror.

Cordelia: So, Buffy. You ran off last night and left poor little Angel all by his lonesome. But I did everything I could to comfort him.

Buffy: I'll bet.

Cordelia: (gets out her blush) So, what's his story anyway? I mean, I never see him around. (brushes some onto her cheeks)

Willow: Not during the day, anyway.

Cordelia: Oh, please. Don't tell me he still lives at home. Like, he has to wait for his dad to get back before he can take the car? (puts the blush away)

Buffy: Cordelia, I think his parents have been dead for a couple of hundred years.

Cordelia: (touches up her lip gloss) Oh, good. I mean... (faces them) What?

Buffy: Angel's a vampire. I thought you knew.

Cordelia: (turns back to the mirror) Oh, he's a vampire. (puts away the lip gloss) Of course! But the cuddly kind. Like a Carebear with fangs?

Willow: It's true.

Cordelia: (steps over to them) You know what I think? (crosses her arms) I just think you're trying to scare me off 'cause you're afraid of the competition. Look, Buffy, you may be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer.

She walks out. Buffy just watches her go.

[At the end of the episode...]

Cut to the Summers house. Cut to Buffy's room. Angel is lounging on her bed. She opens the door and comes in wearing a tank top and sweatpants.

Buffy: Tada. Just little old 20th-century me.

Angel: Sure you're okay?

Buffy: I'll live.

She walks over to him, and he sits up on the bed.

Angel: I don't get it, Buffy. Why'd you think I'd like you better dressed that way?

Buffy: (sits next to him) I just wanted to be a real girl for once. The kind of fancy girl you liked when you were my age.

Angel: (ironically) Oh, ho.

Buffy: What?

Angel: I hated the girls back then. Especially the noble women.

Buffy: (nods) You did.

Angel: They were just incredibly dull. Simpering morons, the lot of them. I always wished I could meet someone... exciting. (looks her in the eyes) Interesting.

Buffy: Really? Interesting how?

Angel: You know how.

Buffy: Still, I had a really hard day. You should probably tell me.

Angel: (smiles and draws nearer) You're right. I should.

Buffy: (gets closer) Definitely.

They kiss gently yet passionately. She cradles his face in her hands.