Buffy: You run?
Giles: And jump. And bend. And occasionally, frolic.
Buffy: Okay. And, uh, what's with the 'Motorbike And Scooter' magazine?
Giles: Congratulations, you've found me out. I'm a mod jogger.

[Buffy walks into her room and starts to unlace her shirt]
Giles: Um, good morning...
Buffy: Giles! I... didn't know you were here.
Giles: Oh, really.
Buffy: Um, I... I was studying. At the library. All Saturday night... uh... you know what? I'm an adult, and it's none of your business where I was.
Giles: And I'm sincerely relieved to hear it. Now can we discuss the impending disaster?

Giles: Happy Hallow—! Hello, Buffy.
Buffy: Oh. My. God.
Giles: It's a sombrero.
Buffy: And it's on your head.

Giles: This spirit warrior... Hus, you called him... has killed innocent people.
Buffy: Okay, you know what, we need to boil those and then put them through the ricer.
Giles: Uh, I don't think I have a ricer.
Buffy: You don't have a ricer? What do you mean? How could someone not have a ricer?
Giles: Well, do you have one at home?
Buffy: I don't know. What's a ricer?
Giles: We'll mash them with forks, much like the Pilgrims must have... did you catch the part about the innocent people?

Buffy: This is for Giles!
Giles: For me?
[Buffy stabs him with the letter opener, and his eyes fly open in shock]
Buffy: Oh, God! Giles!
Giles: [something Fyarl-ish]
Buffy: Oh, God! Giles! Giles! I'm so— I'm so sorry! Please don't die!
Giles: Actually, I feel quite well. Except for the rage.

Buffy: You okay?
Giles: Oh, ah... embarrassed, mostly. Ethan's wardrobe's not helping any. How did you know it was me?
Buffy: Your eyes. You're the only person in the world that can looked that annoyed with me.

Giles: If you are Buffy, then you'll let me tie you up... without killing me... until we find out whether you're telling the truth.
Buffy: Giles, Faith has taken my body, and for all I know, she's taken it to Mexico by now. I don't have time for bondage fun.

Giles: You never train with me anymore. He's gonna kick your ass.
Buffy: Giles!
Giles: Sorry, was it a bit honest? Terribly sorry.

Giles: You have to stop thinking, let it wash over you.
Buffy: Don't you think it's a little old-fashioned?
Giles: This is the way women and men have behaved since the beginning. Before time. Now look into the light.


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