Anya: But we just helped her move the stuff in a few days ago...and it was fun!
Giles: People help each other out, Anya. It's one of our strange customs.
Buffy: Giles, I noticed you're doing the smallest amount of helping that can actually be called helping.
Giles: Well, I saw myself in more of a ... patriarchal sort of role. You know, lots of pointing and scowling.
Riley: He started it.
Xander: He called me a bad name. I think it was bad. It might've been Latin.
Giles: Stop it, or you're going to break something.
Buffy: Or I'm going to break something.
Tara: Um...that, that was funny if you, um, studied Taglarin mythic rites...and are a complete dork.
Riley: Oh, then how come Xander didn't laugh?
Anya: Thank you for coming. We value your patronage. Please come again for more purchases!
Giles: Could we please be a little less effusive, Anya? Don't want to frighten the people.
Anya: I'm just so excited. They come in, I help them...they give us money in exchange for goods...you give me money for working for you...I have a place in the world now. I'm part of the system. I'm a working gal.
Giles: Yes. Well, why don't you start organizing the shipping orders.
Anya: Oh, no, that's boring. I just want to do the money parts.
Giles: Well, you didn't give me much to go on. She-she looks human, so the mug shots aren't any use, and, uh, you can't be more specific about what she's like?
Buffy: She was kinda like Cordelia, actually. I'm pretty sure she dyes her hair.
Giles: Right! That one, of course. Our work is done.
Giles: Come up with anything yet?
Xander: Well, candles, maybe, or bath oils of some kind.
Buffy: I saw a really cute sweater at Bloomy's...but, I think I want me to have it.
Giles: And you are talking about what on earth?
Buffy: Tara's birthday. We're at a loss.
Giles: You're in a magic shop, and you can't think what Tara would like. I believe you're both profoundly stupid.
Xander: Well, we don't really know...the kind of things witches like. What, are we gonna get her some cheesy crystal ball?
Giles: Bloody well better not. I've got mine already wrapped.
Donny: So all these books got spells in 'em? Turn people into frogs, things like that?
Xander: Yeah, we're building a race of frog people. It's a good time.
Buffy: Oh, you're a god. You're like the...god of boyfriends.
Riley: Nah, I just like it when you owe me favors.
Buffy: Well, this earns you a big favor. There could be outfits.
Riley: Ooh. Be still my heart.
Riley: Yeah, a lot of young people nowadays are experimenting with shortness. Gotta nip that in the bud.
Glory: A slayer?? Oh god, please don't tell me I was fighting a vampire slayer! How unbelievably common! If I had friends, and they heard about this...
Willow: Hey. Am I late? Did I miss any exposition?
Spike: You're welcome!
Mr. MaClay: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls.
Dawn: You don't wanna mess with us.
Buffy: She's a hair-puller.
Xander: You're dealing with all of us.
Spike: 'Cept me.
Xander: 'Cept Spike.
Spike: I don't care what happens.
Xander: And I swear by your full and manly beard, you're gonna break something trying.
Anya: E-excuse me. What kind?
Beth: What?
Anya: What kind of demon is she? There's a lot of different kinds. Some are very, very evil. And some have been considered to be useful members of society.
Spike: Oww!!
Willow: Hey! Hey...
Tara: He hit my nose!
Willow: And it hurt! Uh, him, I mean.
Spike: There's no demon in there. That's just a family legend, am I right? Just a bit of spin to keep the ladies in line. Oh, you're a piece of work. I like you.
Tara: I'm not a demon.
Willow: You're not a demon.
Tara: He hurt my nose.
Willow: Aw.
Spike: Yeah, you're welcome.
