Buffy and Angel-helpless:
Buffy: Angel, what if I have lost my power?
Angel: You lived a long time without it. You can do it again.
Buffy: I guess. But what if I can't? I've seen too much. I know what
goes bump in the night. Not being able to fight it... What if I just
hide under my bed, all scared and helpless? Or what if I just become
pathetic? Hanging out at the old Slayer's home, talking people's ears
off about my glory days, showing them Mr. Pointy, the stake I had
bronzed.
Angel: Buffy, you could never be helpless or boring, not even if you
tried.
Buffy raises her eyebrows and gets up.
Buffy: Don't be so sure.
She steps over to a table.
Buffy: Before I was the Slayer, I was... (leans on the table) Well, I,
I don't wanna say shallow, but... Let's say a certain person, who will
remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical
philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What
do I have to offer? Why would you like me?
Angel: (quietly) I saw you before you became the Slayer.