Dawn: "What is a CAT scan, exactly?"
Buffy: "I don't know. It's an x-ray, I guess."
Dawn: "Where do they get the "CAT" scan from? I mean, do they test it on cats, or... or does the machine sort of look like a cat?"

Tara: "'Your one-stop spot to shop for all your occult needs.' Catchy."
Giles: "You think so?"
Tara: "Uh-huh. In a hard-to-read sort of way, but I think it's great."

Xander: "I'm just saying, I think it's rude."
Willow: "I wouldn't call it rude."
Xander: "Rude-ish, rude-esque, whatever you want to call it. When a person makes a "destroy all vampires" date, it's simple courtesy to wait for you co-destroyers. Am I right, Giles?"
Giles: "I'm almost certain you're not, but to be fair, I wasn't listening."

Willow: "Tomb go boom."
Xander: "Yep, Captain America blowed it up real good. All by his lone-wolf lonesome."
Giles: "Rather reckless of him."
Xander: "I'd say very rather."

Anya: "I mean, I for one didn't want to start my day with a slaughter. Which really just goes to show how much I've grown!"

Xander: "Oh, yeah, this has been fruitful. Trying to look up something you never saw, and don't know the name of."
Anya: "Just do what I do: flip through the pages and look busy."

Xander: "No doubt lurking around some sewer, or condemned church, or rat-infested warehouse -- you know, the usual haunts."

Dreg: "Most beauteous and supremely magnificent one, this dark spell I hold in my worthless and scabby hand is our gift to you, most tingly and wonderful Glorificus."

Dreg: "Forgive me, shiny special one, I beg of you to rip out my inadequate tongue."
Glory: "Gimmee."

Glory: "Does this pump make my ankle look boney?"
Dreg: "No, no. No, your terrifically smooth one, it is the epitome of ankles. To touch such an ankle would be-- but I'm not touching, I'm backing away. (Glory throws shoe at him, hits him on head) Ow! Thank you."

Glory: "Dreg, is it?"
Dreg: "Yes, Dreg. Your creamy coolness has honored me by speaking my name. Your voice is like a thousand sweet songbirds that--"
Glory: "Yeah, I never tire of hearing that."

Glory: "Nothing worse than a gift that doesn't work. Then I'd have to get all man and kill you. It's this whole big thing."

Riley: "What are you doing in here?"
Spike: "What, me? I was, um... What are you doing here?"
Riley: "Looking for the girl who's gonna rip your arms off when she finds out you were in her bedroom."

Riley: "Were you... were you just smelling her sweater?"
Spike: "No! Well, yeah, all right, I did. It's a predator thing, nothing wrong with it. Know your enemy's scent, whet the appetite for a hunt. (sniffs deeply at sweater) Ahh, that's the stuff, Slayer musk. It's bitter and aggravating." (growls)

Spike: "Look, I know for a bleedin' fact the Slayer wouldn't mind me being here."
Riley: "Right. What's a little sweater-sniffing between sworn enemies?"

Spike: "Twice in recent memory, she's had the lover-wiccas do a de-invite on the house, keep out specific vamps. Ever ask yourself why she's never taken my name off the guest-list?"
Riley: "Because you're harmless."
Spike: "Oh, yeah, right. Takes one to know, I suppose. At least I still got the attitude. What you got? A piercing glance?"

Spike: "Face it, white bread, Buffy's got a type, and you're not it. She likes us dangerous, rough, occasionally bumpy in the forehead region. Not that she doesn't like you, but sorry, Charlie, you're just not dark enough. (Riley drags Spike into the daylight)"
Riley: "Am I dark enough for you now?"

Buffy: "Mom, what did they find?"
Joyce: "A shadow. I've got a shadow... somewhere, over there."

Willow: "It feels like we're going around in circles."
Xander: "Our circles are going around in circles. We've got dizzy circles here, Giles."

Giles: "Ah, weeping Buddha. Shoulders your spiritual burden. Makes a lovely paperweight, too."

Xander: "Hey, if it means I don't have to read any more, whoo! And, might I add, a big hoo."

Anya: "Hey. Hey! HEY! HEY!!"
Giles: "Anya, your 'heys' are startling the customers."
Willow: "And pretty much the state."

Anya: "You sold someone a Khul's amulet and a Sobekian blood stone."
Giles: "Yes, I believe I did."
Anya: "Are you stupid or something?"
Giles: "Allow me to answer that question with a firing."
Xander: "She's kidding. Ahn, we talked about the employee/employer vocabulary no-nos. That was number five."

Dawn: "She sure cries a lot less with you that she did with Angel."
Riley: "Angel made her cry a lot, huh?"
Dawn: "Everything with Angel was all 'eyeee!', you know?"
Riley: "All...?"
Dawn: "You know, 'my boyfriend's a vampire' crazy crazy. Every day was like the end of the world. She doesn't get all worked up like that over you."

Giles: "The truth is... the mystical and the medical aren't meant to mix, Buffy."

Anya: "We've done just about enough making things worse for one day, haven't we?"
Buffy: "Why? What do you mean?"
Xander: "Nothing. Anya broke a bippity-boppety-boo. A thing."

Giles: "The demon woman was here, the one who attacked you."
Willow: "It's no biggie. She just got an amulet and a blood stone."
Anya: "That can create a monster."
Willow: "Okay, biggie."

Buffy: "How did she get away with this bad mojo stuff?"
(long pause) Anya: (whispering) "Giles sold it to her."
Giles: "I-I-I didn't know it was her. I mean, how could I? If it's any consolation, I may have overcharged her."

Anya: "Sobekites were reptile worshippers."
Xander: "Just once I would like to run into a cult of bunny worshippers."
Anya: "Great. Thank you very much for those nightmares!"

Buffy: "Well, you keep working on it, I'll go kill it."

Glory: "Chill, worm. I'm gonna make you a star!"

Glory: "Ah! Dark incantations -- always overwritten. Why can't they just cut to the--"
Buffy: "Fight?"
Glory: "No fair! Attacking... when I wasn't even looking. Oh, help. No. This is no good. I'm out of the moment. And you're not giving me anything I can use. (Glory thrashes Buffy) Dreg, I'm not hearing chanting! Continue."
Dreg: "Yes, Glory."
Glory: "Hey, hey -- work with me here. There, that feels more real, don't you think? Even if I do have to carry your performance. (throws Buffy across room) Scene!"

Dreg: "He is arisen."
Glory: "'Bout damn time."

Glory: "Let your vision guide you to its hiding place and then return to me and tell me where it lies. (pause) Now would be good."

Giles: "'Aleister Crowley Sings'? Sadly, no, I don't carry that, but I do have some very nice whale sounds."

Xander: "Yeah, crazy. Going off alone, half-cocked. Instead of waiting for much-needed back up. Charging in with a big old hand grenade. Oh, wait..."
Riley: "This is different."

Willow: "Why was the big snake afraid of Dawn?"

Dreg: "Please, please Mistress, perturbed, yet ultimately merciful one..."
Glory: "What is taking so long, Dreg? You told me snakey-wakey would find my key. Now why isn't he back here with a beautiful message for me?"
Dreg: "I grovel like a bug, most silky and effervescent Glorificus-- Glory! Glory, your most fresh and clean-ness, it's just a matter of time."

Glory: "Tick-tock, Dreg. Tick-fricking-tock!"

Joyce: "Do I have bad hair? I don't look like scary mom, do I?"

Riley: "You okay? You look pretty beat up."
Buffy: "Minimal damage of the fighting kind. It's all the other kind."