Mayor Wilkins: Well, I wish you kids the best. I really do, but if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And that's not just because I plan to kill the both of you, but you got a bumpy road ahead.
Buffy: I don't think we need to talk about this.
Mayor Wilkins: God... you kids. You are still in denial, Buffy. You don't like to think about the future, you don't like making plans, but unless you want Faith over there to gut your friend like a sea bass, I suggest you show a little respect for your elders... and me.
Angel: You're not my elder. I got a lot of years over you.
Mayor Wilkins: I know and that's just one of the things you are going to have to deal with. You're immortal. She's not. It's not easy to carry a lasting relationship with a mortal. Take me for example. I married my Edna Mae in nineteen aught three, and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture of her last few years. Wrinkled and senile... and cursing me for my eternal youth. It wasn't our happiest time. And let's forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil.
[He scoffs]
Mayor Wilkins: I mean, come on! What kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl... and you want to keep her from the life she should have till it's passed her by? And, by God, I think that's a little selfish. Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?