Riley: "Hey, Buffy."
Buffy: "Is there something you want to tell me?"
Riley: "What?"
(Buffy looks at "Lesbian Alliance" sign) Riley: "Oh. Yes, I am a lesbian."
Buffy: "Well, it's good that you're so open about it."

Riley: "I thought maybe we could have a little spread - sandwiches, maybe some ants. Could be fun."
Buffy: "We were talking about a picnic?"
Riley: "Oh... so, was that a conversation I actually had or one I was just practicing?"
Buffy: "Practicing?"
Riley: "Okay, yes, I have been known to do a little prep work before our conversations. It's not easy, you know, talking to you sometimes. It's like an oral exam."
Buffy: "Boy, that's just what every girl longs to hear."
Riley: "Well, you're tricky."
Buffy: "Like an exam?"
Riley: "I never know how you're gonna react to something. That's why I like you so much. You're a mystery. Probably every beautiful girl in the world has some jerk telling her she's a mystery, but... I swear, you really are. There's a lot about you that needs puzzling out. (pause) I lose you somewhere?"
Buffy: "Right around... 'beautiful'."
Riley: "Say, don't you just love a picnic?"

Buffy: "It's just... different, you know? A picnic! First of all, daylight. That's kind of a new venue, Buffywise. And the best part - he said that he would bring all the food, so all I have to do is show up and eat. Those are two things I'm really good at."
Willow: "So he's nice?"
Buffy: "Very, very."
Willow: "And there's sparkage?"
Buffy: "Yeah. He's... have you seen his arms? Those are... good arms to have."

Buffy: "I just... feel like something's missing."
Willow: "He's not making you miserable?"
Buffy: "Exactly. Riley seems so solid. Like... he wouldn't cause me heartache."
Willow: "Get out. Get out while there's still time."

Buffy: "I have to get away from that 'bad boy' thing. There's no good there."

Buffy: "Hello to the pain."
Willow: "The pain is not a friend."

Buffy: "I know it's nuts, but part of me believes that real love and passion have to go hand-in-hand with pain and fighting. (stakes vamp) I wonder where I get that from?"

Buffy: "So. You saw their faces, but you can't describe them."
Spike: "Well, they were human. Two eyes each, kind of in the middle."

Spike: "I'm trying to remember. It was very traumatic."
Buffy: "How long are you gonna pull this crap?"
Spike: "How long am I gonna live once I tell you?"
Giles: "Spike, we have no intention of killing a harmless, um, creature."

Giles: "We can't let you go until we're sure that you're impotent or-"
Spike: "Hey!"
Giles: "Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we know that you're..."
Buffy: "Flaccid?"
Spike: "You are one step away, missy!"
Buffy: "Giles, help! He's gonna scold me."

Buffy: "Maybe we made it a little too comfy in here for you."
Spike: "Comfy? I'm chained in a bathtub, drinking pigs blood from a novelty mug. Doesn't rate huge in the Zagat's guide."

Buffy: "Oh, look at my poor neck... all bare and tender and exposed. All that blood, just pumping away."
Giles: "Oh, please."
Spike: "Giles, make her stop!"
Giles: "If those two don't kill each other, I might lend a hand."

Giles: "A truth spell. Of course, why didn't I think of that?"
Willow: "'Cause you had your hands full with the un-dead English patient?"

Willow: "I'll be back in the morning with doughnuts and motherwort."

Giles: "She seems to be coping better with Oz's departure, don't you think?"
Buffy: "Well, she still has a way to go, but... yeah. I think she's dealing."
Spike: "What, are you people blind? She's hangin' on by a thread. Any ninny can see that."

Willow: "I guess this means he's planning on settling down somewhere. Else. Not here."

Spike: "Come on, now! It's telly time! 'Passions' is on! Timmy's down a bloody well, and if you make me miss it, I'll..."
Giles: "Do what? Lick me to death?"

Giles: "Look, uh, Willow, I think we ought to try the spell. Among other things, I'd like to shower sometime today. Alone."

Buffy: "Driving?"
Riley: "Yeah."
Buffy: "You seriously drive for fun?"
Riley: "Well, not 4-wheeling or anything, but yeah. Don't you?"
Buffy: "Actually, no-wheeling is more my specialty."

Buffy: "Cars and Buffy are like... unmixy things."

Riley: "You can have the best time in a car. It's not about getting somewhere. You have to take your time... forget about everything. You just relax... let it wash over you... the air... the motion. Let it roll."
Buffy: "We ARE talking about driving, right?"
Riley: "I thought I was."
Willow: "I interrupted. You've got apples. My miss."

Xander: "Jeeze. You mean Oz just sent for his stuff and didn't even call her? That's pretty harsh."
Anya: "I only wish I had my powers back. I'd liquify his entrails for her."
Xander: "That's sweet."

Buffy: "Wow. Way to rebound."
Xander: "I believe that's the dance of a brave little toaster."

Willow: "I know I've been sort of a party poop lately. So I said to myself, 'Self,' I said, 'It's time to shake and shimmy it off.'"

Willow: "Yeah, I just figure, in the grand scheme of things, we're all just..."
Buffy: "Drunk?"
Willow: "Drunk - that's such a strong word. Kind of a guttural Anglo-Saxon word. 'Drunk.'"

Xander: "Will, not liking the drowning of the sorrows."
Willow: "Not drowning, wading. Uh, see? Light. No big."
Buffy: "No big? Anybody remember when Buffy had the fun beer fest and went one million years B.C.?"
Xander: "Sadly, without the fuzzy bikini."
Anya: "Off topic, Xander."

Buffy: "Okay, you know what? I'm taking you home."
Willow: "No. I don't want to."
Buffy: "Well, you'll thank me when you still have a friend in the morning."

Willow: "Did Buffy tell you about the beer? 'Cause..."
Giles: "Buffy didn't tell me anything."
Willow: "Oh, well, forget about the beer part, then."
Giles: "Happily."

Spike: "I won't have you doing mojo on me if you can't read properly. You could turn me into a stink beetle or what-all."
Giles: "That would be a generous ending for you, Spike."

Willow: "I _am_ a bad witch."
Buffy: "No, you're a good witch."

Willow: "The only real witch here is fuzzy little Amy."
Buffy: "I think you're being too hard on yourself."
Willow: "She's got access to powers I can't even invoke. I mean, first she a perfectly normal girl...(rat becomes happy Amy)...then poof, she's a rat. (Happy Amy turns back into rat) I could never do that."

Willow: "I figured since I'm kinda grievy, we could, you know, have a girls night. You know, eat sundaes and watch 'Steel Magnolias', and you can tell me how at least I don't have diabetes."

Willow: "He's probably just standing out there. You'll find him in two seconds."
Buffy: "I thought that was gonna take longer."
Spike: "Me too."

Spike: "Let me in! Fix me."

Buffy: "One more word out of you, and I swear... Spike: "Swear what? You're not gonna do anything to me. You don't have the stones."
Buffy: "Oh, I got the stones. I got a whole bunch of... stones."
Spike: "Yeah? You're all talk."
Buffy: "Giles! I accidentally killed Spike! That's okay, right?"

Spike: "I get this spell reversed, they'll be finding your body for weeks."
Buffy: "Oh, make a move. Please. I'm dying for a good slay."

Giles: "If the two of you could remain civil long enough to, uh..."
Buffy: "It's just so sudden. I don't know what to say."
Spike: "Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth."
Buffy: "Oh, Spike! Of course it's yes! Giles! You'll never believe what's happened!"

Willow: "I think we're all doomed to badness."

Giles: "I'm certain it's a spell of some kind, because, um, well, it seems something else... is going wrong."
Buffy: "Here you go - 98.6."
Giles: "Horribly wrong."

Buffy: "There's so much to decide. Ceremony, guests, reception..."
Spike: "Well, first thing, I'd say we're not having a church wedding."
Buffy: "How about a daytime ceremony, in the park?"
Spike: "Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the big pile of dust."
Buffy: "Under the trees. Indirect sunlight only."
Spike: "A warm spring breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again, you're registering as Mr. & Mrs. Big-Pile-of-Dust."
Buffy: "Stop it! This is our wedding, and you're treating it like a big joke."
Spike: "Oh, pouty. Look at that lip. Gonna get it. Gonna... get it."
Buffy: "Oh, stop."
Giles: "Yes, please stop."
Buffy: "Giles, did you see my ring?"
Giles: "Thankfully, not very well."

Buffy: "From now on... we're family."
Giles: "It's all right, I- I have more Scotch."

Riley: "The wedding. What wedding?"
Buffy: "My wedding. I'm getting married. Can you believe it?"
Riley: "I don't think no's a strong enough word."
Buffy: "I know, it's crazy. I mean, we fought for all those years, and then... Sometimes you just look at someone, and... you know. You know?"
Riley: "No."
Buffy: "I think maybe we fought because we couldn't admit how we really felt about each other."
Riley: "Can we start again?"

Riley: "What's his name?"
Buffy: "Who?"
Riley: "The groom."
Buffy: "Spike."
Riley: "That's a name?"
Buffy: "Don't be mad."
Riley: "I'm not mad."
Buffy: "No, you are mad."
Riley: "No, I am."

Riley: "Who is this guy? Does he go here?"
Buffy: "Spike? Oh, no, he's totally old."
Riley: "Old."
Buffy: "Well, not as old as my last boyfriend was."
Riley: "Okay. It's late. And I'm... I'm very tired now. So... I'm just gonna go far away and be... away."
Buffy: "But..."
Riley: "No. Stay."
Buffy: "They're ruining my happy day."

Xander: "That's okay, Mom, we don't need any more snacks."
Anya: "I liked those fruit roll-ups."
Xander: "Shush. I thought she'd never clear out. Besides, just think of my lips as the fruit roll-ups of love. Okay, that was gross."

Giles: "So the plan is to cure my total incapacitating blindness tomorrow, is it?"

Spike: "I don't like him. He's insipid. Clearly human."
Buffy: "Oh! Red paint. We can smear a little on the mouth. The blood of the innocent."
Spike: "That's my girl!"
Giles: "Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking."

Buffy: "Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you want to be "William the Bloody" or just "Spike"? 'Cause either way, it's gonna look majorly weird."
Spike: "Whereas the name "Buffy" gives it that touch of classic elegance."
Buffy: "What's wrong with "Buffy"?"
Giles: "Oh, such a good question."
Spike: "Well, it's a terrible name."
Buffy: "My mother gave me that name."
Spike: "Your mother. Yeah, she's a genius."
Buffy: "Don't you start on my mother!"

Xander: "Spike! He's all untied! Which you probably noticed."

Giles: "Stop, whatever you're doing. You smell like fruit roll-ups."
Spike: "This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed."

Anya: "Why are you holding hands?"
Spike: "They have to hear it sooner or later."
Buffy: "Spike and I are getting married!"
Xander: "How? What?!? How?!"
Giles: "Three excellent questions."
Spike: "What are you lookin' at?"
Buffy: "The man I love."
Xander: "Can I be blind too?"

Xander: "Something about Willow and her griefy "poor me" mood swings. So, so tired of it."
Anya: "You mean I don't have to be nice about her anymore?"

Xander: "Yeah, right. You're marrying Spike because you're so right for each other."
Buffy: "Xander!"
Spike: "That's it. You're off the usher list."

Buffy: "Besides, it's kind of my job."
Spike: "For now."
Buffy: "What, you want me to stop working?"
Spike: "Well, let's see - do I want you to give up killing my friends? Yeah, I've given it some thought."

Spike: "Ooh, fluffy. Wear this to the rehearsal dinner, and the whole thing's off."
Buffy: "Shut up, honey."

D'Hoffryn: "You have much anger and pain. Your magic is strong, but your pain... It's like a scream that pierces dimensional walls. We heard your call."
Willow: "I'm sorry. I'll try for a... quiet rage. Bye."

Anya: "I'd been dumped. I was miserable. Doing a few vengeance spells - boils on a penis, nothing fancy."
Xander: "Please skip ahead."

Spike: "If they get in, I don't know if I can protect you."
Buffy: "You think you have to protect me?"
Spike: "Oh, not with the girl-power bit!"

Willow: "Really, no offense intended. I mean, you've been super nice and everything, but I don't want to be a demon."

D'Hoffryn: "Oh, well. Here is my talisman. You change your mind, give us a chant."

Buffy: "Uhh! Spike lips! Lips of Spike!"

Anya: "How long are you going to keep making these? Willow: "Oh... until I don't feel so horribly guilty. I figure about a million chips from now. Also, I have to detail Giles' car."

Willow: "Look, cookies! A very not-evil thing I did. Oatmeal?"
Giles: "Yes, very funny. They're chocolate chip. I can see them. I still need my glasses - you couldn't be more specific and give me 20/20?"
Willow: "Eat a cookie and ease my pain?"
Buffy: "Mmm. Better?"
Willow: "Well, baking lifts about 30% of my guilt. But only 7% of my inner turmoil."

Spike: "Don't I get a cookie?"
Buffy: "No."
Spike: "Well, I gotta have something. I still have Buffy taste in my mouth."
Buffy: "You're a pig, Spike."
Spike: "Yeah, well, I'm not the one who wanted "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance."
Willow: "Did I mention about the sorry part?"
Buffy: "We may be into a forgetting spell later."

Buffy: "I saw that fear in your eyes when you caught me looking at wedding dresses, and I had to give you a hard time."
Riley: "I did not have fear in my eyes."
Buffy: "Yes, you did. You were looking at me like I was a cartoon ball & chain."
Riley: "So you decided to tell me you were getting married."
Buffy: "Uh-huh."
Riley: "So, you're insane."
Buffy: "Uh-huh."
Riley: "But you're still single?"
Buffy: "Yes."
Riley: "Okay, then. Just another little piece of the Buffy puzzle."
Buffy: "You have a lot to learn about women, Riley."
Riley: "You're gonna teach me."