Buffy: "School! Great."
Joyce: "You wanna' go to school?"
Buffy: "Sure! Why not?"
Joyce: "Okay. Good day to buy that lottery ticket."

Willow: "My parents don't even bicker. Sometimes they glare."

Cordelia: "Hello, dufus? You're in my light."
Xander: "Wendell, what is wrong with you? Don't you know that she is the
center of the universe and the rest of us merely revolve around her?"
Cordelia: "Why don't you revolve yourselves out of my light?"

Xander: "Wendell was in Cordelia's light"
Wendell: "I'm so ashamed."
Willow: "Why is she so Evita-like?"
Buffy: "I think it's the hair."
Willow: "Weighs heavy on the cerebral cortex."

Xander: "Hey, guys, was there any homework?"
Willow: "We're doing active listening today."
Xander: "Cool. What's active listening?"
Willow: "That would be the homework."
Buffy: "Chapter Five: Active Listening. Where you put on your big ears and
really focus on the other person."
Wendell: "Ms. Tishler demonstrated it yesterday."
Willow: "With you."
Buffy: "She was wearing that tight sweater?"
Xander: "Oh, the midnight blue angora. See, I was listening."

Buffy: "Oh, no. My bag! I packed it for the weekend, and I forgot it."
Joyce: "You and your dad can swing by the house and pick up your bag. It's
not an international crisis."

Joyce: "You just have to remember that your father adores you. No more than I
do, by the way."

Xander: "Oh, the spiders. Willow's been kind of, um...what's the word I'm
looking for? Insane about what happened yesterday."
Willow: "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies and their sticky webs, and
what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you. For crawling across
your face in the middle of the night. Ew! How do they not ruffle you?"
Xander: "I'm sorry. I'm unruffled by spiders. Now, if a bunch of Nazis crawled all
over my face..."

Xander: "Well, the Hellmouth, the center of mystical convergence, supernatural
monsters: been there.
Buffy: "A little blase there, aren't you?"
Xander: "I'm not worried. If there's something bad out there, we'll find, you'll
slay, we'll party!"
Buffy: "Thanks for having confidence in me."
Xander: "You da man, Buff."
Willow: "Okay, but we're still caring about the spiders here. Let's not forget the
spiders."

Xander: "Did you find any theories on spiders crawling out of books? Big,
hairy, crawly--it's funny of you're me."

Wendell: "I don't know what to say about that."
Xander: "There's nothing to say. You saw two hundred insects. You gonzoed.
Anybody would've."
Wendell: "They're not insects. They're arachnids."
Xander: "They're from the Middle East?"

Willow: "What do you mean you 'love spiders'?"
Xander: "It is platonic, right?"

Doctor: "She'll recover. She's got a couple of shattered bones, a little internal
bleeding. She got off pretty easy."
Buffy: "Easy?"
Giles: "Have you looked up the word lately?"

Xander: "It's a dream. It's gotta' be a dream. (pinches himself) Ow! Wake up.
(pinches himself again) Ow! Gotta' wake up. Aah!!!

Buffy: "Did you find anything?"
Giles: "I don't know."
Buffy: "You don't know if you didn't find anything?"

Giles: "I can't read."
Buffy: "What do you mean? You can read, like, three languages."
Giles: "Five, actually, on a normal day."

Giles: "The boy's been in a coma for a week. How can this be possible?"
Buffy: "What am I, Knowledge Girl now? Explanations are your terrain."

Buffy: "Could I be seeing Billy's asteroid body?"
Giles: "Astral body, and I don't know."

Willow: "I would hate to have everyone paying attention to me like that."
Xander: "With nudity! It's a total nightmare."

Xander: "Um, our dreams are coming true."
Giles: "Dreams? That would be a musical comedy version of this. Nightmares.
Our nightmares are coming true."
Willow: "So, why is this happening?"
Giles: "Billy."
Xander: "Well, that explanation was shorter than usual. It's Billy! Who's Billy?"

Giles: "Somehow, I think he's crossed over from the nightmare world he's
trapped in."
Xander: "And he brought the nightmare world with him. Thanks a bunch, Billy!"

Willow: "How could he do that?"
Giles: "Things like that are easier when you live on a Hellmouth."

Xander: "It'll be faster if we split up to look for her."
Giles: "Good idea."
Willow: "Uh, uh, faster, but not really safer."

Willow: "I'm not afraid. You'd think I'd be afraid, but I'm not."

Xander: "All right! Someone else's loss is my chocolatey goodness."

Buffy: "I don't see the ugly man. I also don't know where the sun and the rest of
the world went."

The Master: "Nobody died. What's the fun of burying someone if they're already
dead?"

Willow: "I had to sing. Very bad. To sing."

Xander: "You were a lousy clown! Your balloon animals were pathetic.
Everyone can make a giraffe!"

Buffy: "Well, we better hurry, 'cause I'm getting hungry."
Xander: "That is a...joke, right?"
Willow: "Are you sure everything will go back once he's awake?"
Giles: "Oh, uh, positive."
Willow: "Well, how do we wake Billy up? What if we can't?"
Giles: "Willow, do shut up."

Buffy: "I'm glad you showed up. You see, I'm having a really bad day."
The Ugly Man: "Lucky Nineteen."
Buffy: "Scary. I'll tell you something, though. There are a lot scarier things than
you. And I'm one of them."

Billy: "I had the strangest dream, and you were in it, and you...who are you
people?"

Buffy: "I just can't believe a kidde league coach would do something like that."
Xander: "Well, you obviously haven't played kiddie league. I'm surprised it
wasn't one of the parents."

Willow: "Personal question?"
Xander: "Yeah, shoot."
Willow: "When Buffy was a vampire, you weren't still, like, attracted to her, were
you?"
Xander: "Willow, how can you--I mean, that's really bent! She was...grotesque!"
Willow: "Still dug her, huh?"
Xander: "I'm sick. I need help."
Willow: "Don't I know it."