Buffy: And then I was being chased by an improperly filled in answer bubble screaming "None of the above."
Willow: Wow. I hope that wasn't one of your prophecy dreams.... Probably not.
Willow: Oz is the highest scoring person never to graduate!
Buffy: Isn't she cute when she's proud?
Oz: She's always cute.
Buffy: I'm supervised 24/7. It's like being in the Real World house. Only real.
Willow: Ooh! Candy bars! Lots of 'em!
Xander: Principal Snyder, thank you! You weren't visited by the ghost of Christmas past by any chance?
Angel: It's late. How'd you get away?
Buffy: Aw, it was easy. Started a fire in the prison laundry room. Rode out in the garbage truck.
Angel: Oh.
Buffy: I'm joking. No garbage. Smell me.
Xander: The band. They're great. They march.
Willow: Like an army. Except with music instead of bullets, and usually no one dies.
Oz: They're teenagers. It's a sobering mirror to look into, huh?
Buffy: No vampire has ever been that scary.
Snyder: Whoa, Summers! You drive like a spaz!
Buffy: Giles at sixteen? Less Together Guy, more Bad-Magic-Hates-The-World-Ticking-Time-Bomb Guy.
Oz: Candy curses?
Willow: Disturbing second childhood. Got it.
Cordelia: At first it was fun, you know. They seemed like they were in this really good mood. Not like parents. And then...
Willow: Badness?
Cordelia: Mom started borrowing my clothes. There should be an age limit on Lycra pants. Dad, he just locked himself in the bathroom with old copies of Esquire.
Buffy: So, Ethan, what are we playing? We're pretty much in a talk or bleed situation. Your call.
Giles: Hit him.
Ethan: I'd just like to point out that this wasn't my idea.
Buffy: Meaning?
Ethan: I'm subcontracting. It's Trick you want. I'm just helping him collect a tribute. For a demon.
Giles: He's lying. Go on, hit him.
Buffy: I don't think he is. And shut up.
Giles: You're my Slayer. Go knock his teeth down his throat.
Trick: You and me girl. There's hot times ahead.
Buffy: They never just leave. Always gotta say something.
Willow: 'Kiss rocks'? Why would anyone want to kiss... Oh, wait. I get it.
