Buffy: Ran off, huh? Afraid to face a true warrior? Ooh, shiny!

Anya: Do you think we should set up lots of candles for Buffy's party tomorrow?
Xander: Not if they're that horrible slug kind you keep trying to unload.
Anya: I don't know why people get so turned off by slug.
Xander: Honey, slugs get turned off by slug. (to Willow) Oh, actually I wanted to talk to you about that.
Willow: Slugs?

Xander: So, anything new about Warren and the nerd herd?
Dawn: No, just a big monster hunt.
Xander: Man, a nerd goes into hiding, he really goes into hiding.

Willow: I've got my group - you know, the whole Spellcasters Anonymous thing? We're still looking for a better name.

Dawn: So, what about you guys?
Anya: Stuck in doing-the-books-ville.

Dawn: People have a tendency to go away... and I miss them. And sometimes... I wish I could just make them stop going away.

Xander: We're feeding an army.
Anya: No, they couldn't make it.

Buffy: What, like I'm one of those losers who can't make friends outside her tight little circle? No, I'm friendly. We bonded instantly. Peas in a pod. Bonded peas.
Anya: Really? Um, what's Sophie's last name?
Buffy: Okay. Shut up.

Xander: Don't worry, it's not a set-up.
Anya: Right. No. Just an attractive single man, with whom we hope you find much in common. And if you happen to...
Xander: Ahn...
Anya: ...form a romantic relationship, leading to babies...
Xander: Ahn...!
Anya: ...and many double dates with us so we have someone else to talk to, yay!
Buffy: I assume that this was an act of kindness? That'll help with the not-throttling.

Buffy: He may be a chip-head, but he still doesn't play too well with others.

Buffy: I'm definitely not ready to...
Tara: Come out?
Buffy: Yeah, I'm all stay-inny.

Buffy: How are you doing?
Tara: The word "gulp" comes to mind.

Willow: I'm Finey McFine fine.

Clem: Hi, we met once before.
Buffy: Yes. Yes, we did.

Spike: Stupid git.
Tara: I don't know - he seemed cute. Was he cute? I mean, I'm not a very good judge, but... I think he seemed cute.
Clem: I think he seemed cute, yeah.

Anya: Buffy's making a new friend. A grown-up friend.

Spike: You want to slip away for a minute, love?
Buffy: What?
Spike: I'll let you blow out my candles.

Willow: It's like instant gratification for all your little acheys.

Buffy: Did you guys make that?
Anya: Yes. Well, Xander did the building. I offered helpful suggestions while observing from a safe distance.

Anya: Our friend is better.

Spike: I had a muscle cramp. Buffy was helping.
Tara: A muscle cramp? In your... pants?
Spike: What? It's a thing.

Anya: No, you go.
Xander: No, you go!
Anya: No, you go.
Willow: Okay! It's just a beer run. I'll go.
Sophie: Oh, well, I can't really drink beer, 'cause, you know, barley, but I'll go with you to get some.
Willow: Perfect. Here we go. The beer gettin'. (falls asleep on table)

Xander: You want to try poker?
Clem: I still say it's weird without kittens.
Buffy: No kittens.

Spike: Must be some late-night activities to keep us busy till morning.
Tara: How's that cramp, Spike? Still bothering you?
Spike: What? Oh, yeah.
Tara: Maybe you want to put some ice on it.

Spike: Me, I used to love breakfast. In the old days, I probably would have eaten by now.
Buffy: Course, with that new diet of yours, you want to be careful what you try putting in your mouth now, Spikey.
Spike: Yeah? I don't know. Tummy's making all kind of gurglies, maybe I ought to just feed on whatever's around, even if it doesn't go down well. (to Richard) You, uh, work out?

Buffy: We do not joke about eating people in this house!

Buffy: I was insane to ever think you could just hang out with my friends.
Spike: And I was insane to think... No, wait. You were right - you're insane.

Buffy: I'm actually trying to move right now.
Spike: Me, too.
Buffy: Well... this can't be good.

Buffy: We all have places that we'd rather be.
Spike: Things we'd rather be doing.

Dawn: So you've all just decided that somehow I'm responsible. Great. Here's me basking in the love.
Xander: No, it's just, you know, you're upset 'cause we want to leave, and now we can't leave. Only thing missing is a cornfield. There- there isn't a cornfield, is there?

Xander: Well, 'cause, you know, sometimes we do something that seems like a good idea at the time, like, say, invoke the power of a musical amulet. And it turns out, you know, not so much.

Anya: I think she's possessed.
Xander: She's a teenager.

Spike: Hey, I don't want to keep you from all the touchy-feelies, but maybe the encounter group can meet later? Say, when we're not trapped in a house.

Xander: That's great! In a very bad way.

Richard: All right, does somebody want to tell me what's going on here? We're trapped in a house by, by what, some unseen force or something? Who knows what she's doing in there. And I have to tell you, I don't think that's a skin condition.

Buffy: Okay, so maybe "soon" was a bit of an overstatement.

Spike: So, you ever think about not celebrating your birthday? Just to try it, I mean?

Willow: I can't.
Anya: No, see, that's not exactly true, either. Not can't - won't.
Willow: You don't know how much I hate this. I don't know if there's even anything I could do.
Anya: Yes, and a good way to find out is to sit around and try nothing. That was sarcasm, by the way.

Tara: Hey! You're gonna back off. She said no, and that's it. You're not gonna make her do something that she doesn't want to. And if you try, you're gonna have to go through me first. Understood?

Dawn: You sound like my guidance counselor. Did she give you a handbook or something? Talking to the Troubled Teen?

Anya: I hope you die, you stupid jerkface!

Halfrek: There will be no touching of the pendant.

Halfrek: What? Did you think I'd be stopped by a sword in the chest? Flesh wound.

Halfrek: I told you I was going to take care of some business while I was here in town.
Anya: Yeah, but cursing us? Some of them are in the wedding party.

Halfrek: William?
Spike: Hey, wait a minute...
Buffy: You guys know each other?
Halfrek: Uh, no. No.
Spike: Not really.

Tara: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women.
Halfrek: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'etre. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded. And actually, we prefer "justice demon", okay? FYI.
Anya: Well-rounded, huh? Is that how you explain your thing for bad parents?
Halfrek: Oh, it's not a thing. The children need me.
Anya: (coughing) Daddy issues.

Richard: You have some weird friends.
Xander: News from the file marked "duh."

Anya: Dawnie, there are two words I want you to get used to - punitive damages.

Clem: Good party.

Xander: I just want to run barefoot on the grass so I can feel the dewdrops between my...