W: You mean it'd be sort of like a familiar?
T: Actually, I was thinking it would be sort of like a pet. You know, we could name her Trixie, or Miss Kitty Fantastico or something.

T: I want my room to be Willow-friendly.

T: So, I'm excited about the Scooby meeting. I think. What's it about?
W: I'm not sure. Probably just your garden-variety disaster.

B: My kill-count's way down.
W: She means there's been less bad-guy activity.

X: Buffy doesn't make her quota - bad Slayer!

R: We got demons coming out our ears.
W: That's a metaphor.
T: I got it, thanks.
W: I'm overhelping, aren't I?

W: When did you get back?
O: Pretty much now.

X: Oz, man. Hate to sound grandma, but... you don't call, you don't write.
O: Yeah. Sorry.

A: Everyone's uncomfortable now.

R: So, um, I was missing something this afternoon, wasn't I? I mean, breakups are tough, but when Oz walked in, it seemed like emotions were running extra high.
B: Oz and Willow had a rough breakup.

R: Man, that was record time.
B: It's no fun when they're that easy.
R: Speak for yourself.

R: Oz is a werewolf, and Willow was dating him?!
B: Yes. Hence the high emotions.
R: Man, you're kidding me? I got to say I'm surprised. I didn't think Willow was that kind of girl.
B: What kind of girl?
R: Into dangerous guys. She seemed smarter than that.
B: Oz is not dangerous. Something happened to him that wasn't his fault. God, I never knew you were such a bigot.
R: Whoa! Hey, how did we get to bigot? I'm just saying it's a little weird to date someone who tries to eat you once a month.

O: I talked to Xander, and he said you didn't have a new guy.
W: No. No new guy.

O: A woman in Tibet traded it to me for the Radiohead record. Got a lot of mileage out of the barter system.

O: This warlock in Romania sent me to the monks there to learn some meditation techniques. Very intense. All about keeping your inner cool.
W: Good. 'Cause you were such a spaz before.

W: So that's it? You keep your inner cool and no more wolfie?

W: Some of it, you know, was me telling myself I hated you, and cursing your name. Not literally.
O: Well, thanks for that.

W: Well, I believe a manly-sized breakfast is in order, don't you?
O: Or we could just... sleep a little while. Whatever you want.
W: I'll have the less confusing waffles right now.

R: Okay, I've been up less than a minute, and somehow I've managed to piss you off.

B: You sounded like Mr. Initiative. Demons bad. People good.
R: Something wrong with that theorem?
B: There's different degrees of...
R: Evil?

B: Wait. Last night was a wolf-moon, right?
W: Yup.
B: Either you're about to tell me something incredibly kinky, or...
W: No kink.

B: Okay, I'm all with the whoo-hoo, here, and you're not.
W: No, there's "whoo," and "hoo." But there's "uh-oh" and "why now?" And it's complicated.
B: Why complicated?
W: It's complicated... because of Tara.
B: You mean Tara has a crush on Oz? No, you... Oh! Oh.

S: From the sound of those massive mud flaps, I'd peg you as a demon. Which means you're in for a world of... pain?

Adam: Spike, I want you to come with me.
S: Do you? Well, let's go then. Ow.

O: Hey. I thought I smell-- heard Willow.

O: Run.

S: The thing about the Slayer is, she is a whiney little thing, but when it comes to the fighting, she does have a slight tendency to win.
Adam: Then I guess you should be on her side.

S: No tricks?
Adam: Scout's honor.
S: You were a boy scout?
Adam: Parts of me.

W: Tara said they took him right before she found me.
A: So, that's good, right? I mean, they probably haven't had time to eviscerate him yet.
X: An, you can help by making this a quiet time.

X: It'd be great if we knew someone dating a man on the inside, someone with connections. Oh, wait!

G: How did you get in?
S: The door was unlocked. You might want to watch that, Rupert. Someone dangerous could get in.
B: Or someone formerly dangerous and currently annoying.
S: Now, now. None of that. Or I won't help you get Red's mongrel back.

G: Short of cash, Spike?
S: I happen to be seeking monetary gratification, yeah.

Colonel: They're anarchists, Finn. Too backwards for the real world.

Colonel: You'll go to your grave labelled a traitor. No woman's worth that.

B: I've mentioned how much I'm going to kill you if this is a scam, right?
S: Look, would I wear this if I wasn't on the up-and-up?
W: You do sort of look like an evil olive.

S: For a nasty town like Sunnydale, nobody seems to mind their locks.

A: Slap my hand now.
G: Beg your pardon?
A: In celebration.
G: Oh. Yes. //high-fives Anya//
A: Ow!

R: How'd you get in?
B: Talk later. Stealthy escape now.

R: Buffy, I leave now, I can't ever come back. //pause// I just wanted to hear that out loud.

B: Stay back... or I'll pull a William Burroughs on your leader here.
X: You'll bore him to death with free prose?
B: Was I the only one awake in English that day? I'll kill him.

Colonel: You're a dead man, Finn.
R: No, sir. I'm an anarchist.

B: Quite a day, huh? You woke up to a big bowl of Wheaties, now you're a fugitive.

B: You found out that Willow was in kind of an unconventional relationship, and it gave you a momentary wiggins. It happens.

W: You stopped the wolf from coming out. I saw it.
O: But I couldn't look at you. I mean, it turns out, the one thing that brings it out of me is you. Which falls under the heading of ironic in my book.
W: It was my fault. I upset you.
O: So, we're safe then, 'cause you'll never do that again.

O: But you're happy?
W: I am. I can't explain it...
O: It may be safer for both of us if you don't.

W: I feel like some part of me will always be waiting for you. Like if I'm old and blue-haired, and I turn the corner in Istanbul, and there you are, I won't be surprised... because you're with me, you know?
O: I know. But now is not that time, I guess.

W: What are you gonna do?
O: I think I better take off.
W: When?
O: Pretty much now.

T: You have to be with the person you love.
W: I am.
T: You mean...?
W: I mean. Okay?
T: Oh, yes.
W: I feel horrible about everything I put you through. And I'm going to make it up to you. Starting right now.
T: Right now?
W: //nods//
T: //blows out candle//

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers