C: Don't let me interrupt. Wait, let me interrupt. I'm in a hurry.
G: What do you need?
C: Psych class. Freud and Jung. Book me.
G: Happily.
C: Check out Giles, the next generation. What's your deal?
WP: Uh, I, uh, well... I'm, uh...
F: New Watcher.
C: Oh.
WP: Does everybody know about you?
B: She's a friend.
C: Let's not exaggerate.

C: So... you're the new Watcher.
WP: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
C: I like a man with two last names. I'm Cordelia.
WP: And you teach Psychology.
C: I take psychology.
G: She's a student.
WP: //snatching back hand// Oh, well. I... yes.

WP: In fact, I am. Here to watch. Girls. Bufy and Faith, to be specific.
C: Well, it's about time we got some fresh blood around here.
WP: Ha ha. Well. Fresh. Yes.

WP: My. She's... cheeky, isn't she?
F: First word, "jail," second word, "bait."

WP: I'm your commander now, and on the matter of this murder, I am resolved. Natural or super, I want to know.
F: Fine with me. Always ready to kick a little bad-guy butt.

B: Look, if we don't do the right thing, it's only gonna make things worse for you.
F: Worse than jail for the rest of my young life?

W: I'm meeting Michael. The warlock guy? We're still trying to de-rat Amy.

M: It's not working.
MT: It's supposed to do something besides shred?
M: It's supposed to cheer me up. Usually, using the shredder gives me a lift. It's fun.
MT: And today, you're not getting the ya-yas?
M: No. I guess it'll take more than this to turn my frown upside down.

M: Do you think he was going to betray me? Oh, now, that's a horrible thought. And now he's dead, I'll never have the chance to scold him.

M: Do you think he talked? To them?
MT: If he did, I'm thinking he said the wrong thing.

M: Well, this is exciting. A Slayer, up for murder one. That's sunshine and roses to me, it really is.

F: He came out of nowhere.
B: I know.
F: Whatever. I'm not lookin' to hug and cry and learn and grow. I'm just saying it happened quickly, you know?

F: So his papers are gone. That doesn't prove anything.
B: Except that somebody didn't want us to prove anything.

F: So the Mayor of Sunnydale is a Black Hat. That's a shocker, huh?
B: Actually, yeah. I didn't get the bad guy vibe off of him.

B: Just look at you, Faith. Less than 24 hours ago you killed a man. And now it's all zip-a-dee-doo-dah?

F: Is there going to be an intermission in this?

F: How many people do you think we've saved by now, thousands? And didn't you stop the world form ending? Because in my book, that puts you and me in the plus column.

Stein: Somebody stabbed this guy through the heart. Strange thing is, the weapon, it was made out of wood. Any of this mean anything to you?
F: Yeah. That whoever did it wasn't hip to the Bronze Age.

B: I need to talk to you.
W: Good. 'Cause I've been letting things fester. And I don't like it. I want to be fester-free.

W: It's like all of a sudden I'm not cool enough for you because I can't kill things with my bare hands.

W: Oh, Buffy. Don't cry. I'm sorry. I was too hard on you. Sometimes I unleash. I don't know my own strength. It's bad. I'm bad. I'm a bad, bad, bad person.

B: I've been blowing off my classes, in the sense of not attending.

G: She may have many talents, Buffy, but fortunately lying is not one of them.

WP: The code word? Monkey. M-O-N-K... just put him on, will you?

W: Maybe we should all talk to Faith together.
B: You mean, like that intervention thing you guys did on me? As I recall, Xander and I nearly came to blows.
X: You nearly came to blows, Buffy. I nearly came to loss of limbs.

X: Well, I can be the one... on her one. Let's rephrase.

B: When did you guys hang out?
X: Well, she was fighting one of those apocalypse demon things and I helped her. Gave her a ride home.
B: And you guys talked?
X: Not extensively, no.
B: Then why would you...? Oh.
G: Oh!
W: ...I don't need to say "oh", I got it before. They slept together.
G: Fine, fine, let's move on.

X: Pretty much not gonna try to take you under any circumstances. See, here, feel that. Probably like a wet noodle to ya, huh?
F: Five minutes.
X: That's all I need. For talking and conversation. I'm, uh, quick as a bunny.

F: Lights on or off? Kinks or vanilla?

F: I could do anything to you now, and you'd want me to. I could make you scream. I could make you die.

F: Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't really a one-Slayer guy.
A: Sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you, it's... Actually, it is that I don't trust you.

F: I know what it looked like, but we were just playing.
A: And he forgot the safety word. Is that it?
F: Safety words are for wusses.

A: You want to go the long way around, hey, I can do that. I'm not getting any older.

B: How's she doing?
A: It's like talking to a wall. Only you get more from a wall.

M: Shh, here comes my favorite part. Where the Slayers see us in the hall together, thick as thieves. Oh, wait, we are thieves. And worse.

A: You can't imagine the price of true evil.
F: Yeah? I hope evil takes MasterCard.

B: You let her get away?
WP: "Let" wouldn't be the way I'd phrase it, but, yes, she escaped.

WP: What can I do? I want to help.
B: Still got your ticket back to the Mother Country?

MT: I hear once you've tasted a Slayer, you never want to go back.

MT: Oh, no. No, this is no good at all.

F: You sent your boy to kill me.
M: That's right, I did.
F: He's dust.
M: I thought he might be, what with you standing here and all.
F: I guess that means you have a job opening.

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers