Buffy: I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whoever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and… maybe one day, I turn around and realise I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m… or… enjoy warm… delicious cookie me, then… that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.
Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy… Do I have to go with the cookie analogy?
Buffy: I’m not really thinking that far ahead. That’s kind of the point.
Angel: I’ll go start workin’ on the second front. Make sure I don’t have to use it.
Buffy: Angel. I do…sometimes think that far ahead.
