Willow: "Oz! Hey! Have a seat... except, we don't have any seats."
Oz: "It's okay, I'll just scrunch in."

Willow: "And that's very beautiful. I think it's great when two people like two people and want to be close to them instead of anyone else."
Xander: "Hear, hear!"

Cordelia: "Xander, why are you giving me a lap dance?"
Xander: "What? I just like you."

Cordelia: "Why are you guys so hyper?"
Willow: "Hey, speaking of people and things they do that aren't like usual... anyone notice Buffy acting sort of different?"
Xander: "Let's see -- Killing zombies... torching sewer monsters... and, no, that's pretty much the same old Buffster."

Willow: "A boyfriend? Why wouldn't she tell us?"
Cordelia: "Excuse me? When your last steady killed half the class, and then your rebound guy sends you a dump-o-gram? It makes a girl shy."
Xander: "But we're the best of Buffy's bestest buds. She'd tell us."
Buffy: "Tell you what?"
Willow: "About your new boyfriend, who we made up... unless we didn't?"

Buffy: "I wouldn't use the word "dating", but I am going out with somebody - tonight, as a matter of fact."
Willow: "Really? Who?"
Faith: "Yo, what's up? Hey, time to motorvate."
Buffy: "Really, we're just good friends."

Buffy: "Synchronized slaying."
Faith: "New Olympic category?"

Buffy: "What do you think?"
Gwen Post: "Sloppy. You telegraph punches, leave blind sides open, and for a school night slaying, take entirely too much time."

Faith: "No offense, lady, I just have this problem with authority figures. They end up kind of dead."
Gwen Post: "Do you have Hume's "Paranormal Encyclopedia"? The Labyrinth maps of Malta?"
Giles: "It's on order."
Faith: "Excuse me, Mary Poppins, but you don't seem to be listening."
Gwen Post: "The Council wishes me to report on the entire situation here - including you."
Buffy: "Hmm, academic probation's not so funny today, huh, Giles?"
Gwen Post: "The fact is, there is talk in the Council that you have become a bit too... American."
Giles: "Me?"
Buffy: "Him??"

Giles: "What do you propose?"
Gwen Post: "Well, if it's not too radical a suggestion, I thought we might kill him."
Gwen Post: "Lagos will be headed for the cemetery."
Giles: "There is more than one in Sunnydale."
Gwen Post: "I see. How many?"
Giles: "Twelve within the city limits."

Giles: "That was bracing."
Buffy: "Interesting lady. Can we kill her?"
Giles: "I think the Council might frown upon that."

Buffy: "Big night for us Slayer types. People to see, demons to kill."

Buffy: "It's just... old habit. Bad, bad habit - to be broken."
Angel: "It's hard."
Buffy: "It's not hard. Cold turkey. That's the key to quitting." (pause) You think they make a patch for this?"
Buffy: "I'm going to try and vent a little hormonal angst by going out there and killing a Lagos, whatever that is."
Angel: "Lagos?"
Buffy: "Some demon looking for some all-powerful thingamabob, and I got to stop him before he unleashes unholy havoc, and it's another Tuesday night in Sunnydale."

Xander: "Hey, you're not the Watcher of me."

Willow: "What does he want from us, anyway?"
Xander: "The number of a qualified surgeon to remove the British flag from his butt?"

Willow: "Oh, stop."
Xander: "Right. Stop means no, and no means no, so, um, stop."
(kissing)
Willow: "How'd you find it?"
Giles: "I looked."
Faith: "Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny... drummer. Eventually I just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet. Now it's strictly get some, get gone. You can't trust guys."
Buffy: "You can trust some guys. Really, I've read about them."

Faith: "I've had my share of losers, but you... you boinked the undead."

Xander: "Hey, Giles, here's a nifty idea. Why don't I alleviate my guilt by going out and getting myself really, really killed?"

Buffy: "What am I doing? What are you doing?"
Angel: "I don't know."
Buffy: "Shame on you!"

Angel: "I think I have what you're looking for."
Buffy: "Great, just, wherever this was gift-wrapped, remind me not to shop there."
Angel: "The Glove of Myhnegon."
Buffy: "The world's ugliest fashion accessory."

Gwen Post: "The pictures are fun to look at, Mr. Giles, but one really ought to read the nice words as well."

Giles: "I am in complete control of my Slayer."
Xander: "Giles! We have a big problem - it's Buffy."

Buffy: "What's with all the tragedy masks?"

Buffy: "It's not what you think."
Xander: "Hope not. Because I think you're harboring a vicious killer."

Willow: "This isn't about attacking Buffy. Remember, "I" statements only - "I feel angry." "I feel worried."
Cordelia: "Fine. Here's one: I feel worried... about me!"

Buffy: "What is this, Demons Anonymous? I don't need an intervention here."

Buffy: "I just wanted to wait..."
Xander: "For what? For Angel to go psycho again the next time you give him a happy?"

Cordelia: "What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again?"
Buffy: "It was an accident!"
Xander: "What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?"

Xander: "I don't need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually constitutes a reason."

Cordelia: "Hello? Miss Not-over-yourself-yet?"
Giles: "I won't remind you that the fate of the world often lies with the Slayer. What would be the point? Nor shall I remind you that you've jeopardized the lives of all that you hold dear by harboring a known murderer. But sadly, I must remind you that Angel tortured me... for hours... for pleasure. You should have told me he was alive. You didn't. You have no respect for me, or the job I perform."
Gwen Post: "A word of advice? Vampires rarely knock."

Gwen Post: "Do you know who the Spartans were?"
Faith: "Wild stab - a bunch of guys from Spart?"

Gwen Post: "You will probably hate me a great deal of the time."
Faith: "You think?"

Buffy: "So, on a scale of one to a million, how much are you hating me right now?"
Willow: "Zero."

Faith: "I say I deal with this problem right now. I say I slay."
Xander: "Can I come?"

Buffy: "Look, if you're feeling any demon-o-phobia, please... splitting is totally an option."

Buffy: "How long do you think he can stay angry at me, anyway?"
Willow: "The emotional marathon man?"

Willow: "Keeping secrets is a lot of work. One could hypothetically imagine."
Buffy: "You have no idea."
Willow: "None whatsoever! But..."

Willow: "You know, I always consider myself a good person - floss, do my homework, never cheat. But lately, and please don't judge me on this, but I want you to be the first to know, that, that... there's a demon behind you."

Buffy: "Sorry about that. So, what were you saying?
Willow: "Oh, I... I opened my SAT test booklet five minutes early. Just doesn't seem important now, does it?"
Xander: "Good old Sunnydale library. Fully equipped with reference books, file cards... and weapons."
Faith: "Beauty."
Xander: "I call crossbow."

Faith: "Yeah, I'm thinking. Thinking Buffy's ex-meat did this!"

Xander: "Wait!"
Faith: "For what? For you to grow a pair?"

Gwen Post: "That's what I love about this town. Everyone's so helpful."

Angel: "Okay. That hurt."

Faith: "I can't believe how much I'm gonna kill you."

Faith: "You're confused, twinkie. Let me clear you up. Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire."

Gwen Post: "Faith, a word of advice. You're an idiot."

Cordelia: "So there's no more glove-thingy?"
Xander: "Nah, a little living fire, a little mesquite - gone for good."
Oz: "Sounds like we missed a lot of fun."
Xander: "Then we're telling it wrong."

Willow: "Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of makes me like him again."

Xander: "Well, as long as she and Angel don't get pelvic, we'll be okay, I guess."
Buffy: "Are we cool?"
Xander: "Yeah. Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that happened, I leaned toward the postal. But I trust you."
Cordelia: "I don't, just for the record."

Giles: "She was kicked out by the Council a couple of years ago for misuses of dark power. They swear there was a memo."

Buffy: "How are you?"
Faith: "5 by 5."
Buffy: "I'll interpret that as good."