Giles
(about the demon and vampire fighting together): The two
of them were working as a team?
Buffy: Everything except giving each other little pats on the
behind.
Anya: Spike! What are you doing?
You made me yell really high!
Anya: Oh now, come on! You're
not even bumpy anymore.
Spike (feeling his forehead): Oh. I was just a
minute ago. Hang on, get me mad again.
Willow (while Buffy is
distracted by ogling Riley): Hey, Buffy, this might be a good
time to mention that someone so not me spilled something purply on your
new peasant top, which I would never borrow without asking. Still love
me?
Buffy: Uh-huh.
Anya: A year and a half ago I
could have eviscerated him with my thoughts. Now I can barely hurt his
feelings. Things used to be so much simpler.
Spike: You know... You take the killing for granted... And then
it's gone, and you're like... I wish I'd appreciated it more. Stop and
smell the corpses, you know?
Spike (entering the Lowell
House party with Anya): Hey... I know these guys from
somewhere.
Anya: Initiative soldiers. They live here. Experiments happen in
the lab under the house — that's where they kept you and put in your
chip. Let's have fun!
Spike: What are you doing? You brought me here?
Xander: Anya? What are you doing? You brought him here?
Spike: That's what I said, only I hit the "here" part.
Spike (about Xander):
Oh... Who's the puffed up manly man, all splotchy and possessive.
Anya: I'm just trying to tell
you that we have nothing in common besides both of us liking your penis,
and now I don't even have that!
Willow: Ghost Boy. Drowning in a
tub. I tried to save him, but... being a ghost already, well... I was
way too late.
Xander: A ghost? What's the deal? Is every frat on this campus
haunted? And if so, why do people keep coming to these parties? 'Cause
it's not the snacks.
Xander (upon seeing Giles
sing): Um... could we go back to the haunted house? Because
this is creeping me out.
Tara: Does he do this a lot?
Xander: Sure, every day the Earth rotates backwards and the skies
turn orange.
Willow (about Giles and his
singing): Now I remember why I used to have such a crush on
him.
Mrs. Holt: I refuse to listen to
this when I can smell the sin on each and every one of you!
Xander: Yeah? You smell sin? Well, let me tell you something,
lady. She who smelt it, dealt it!
Xander: So, with Buffy and Riley
having... you know, acts of nakedness around the clock lately, maybe
they set something free... like a big, bursting poltergasm. |
