Cordelia: Dignity? You? In relation to clothes? I'm awash in a sea of confusion.
Xander: I just want to look respectable in this... considering I'm probably gonna die in it.
Cordelia: Excuse me?
Xander: I'm telling you, I woke up the other day with this feeling in my gut. I just know. There is no way I'm getting out of this school alive.
Buffy: Don't you hate her?
Willow: Yes, with a fiery vengeance. She picked on me for 10 years. The vacuous tramp. It's like a sickness, Buffy. I'm just missing everything. I miss P.E.
Buffy: I think it's contagious. The whole senior class has turned into the 60's. Or what I would have imagined the 60's would have been like, you know, without the war and the hairy armpits.
Anya: Men like sports. I'm sure of it.
Xander: Yes. Men like sports. Men watch the action movie, they eat of the beef, and they enjoy to look at the bosoms. A thousand years of avenging our wrongs, and that's all you've learned?
Wesley: Everybody does seem to be going a bit mad lately. Faith has something of a head-start.
Buffy: What page are you on, Wes? 'Cause we already got there.
Buffy: I just love it when you take charge, you man, you.
Wesley: But, wha... was that a yes? I'm having trouble keeping track.
Giles: Faith has you at a disadvantage, Buffy.
Buffy: 'Cause I'm not crazy, or 'cause I don't kill people?
Giles: Both, actually.
Cordelia: What's her saga?
Xander: She's freaking.
Cordelia: About what?
Xander: The Mayor's gonna kill us all during graduation.
Cordelia: Oh. Are you gonna go to fifth period?
Xander: I'm thinking I might skip it.
Cordelia: Yeah, me too.
Willow: No, it's great... if we want to make ferns invisible, or communicate with shrimp, I've got the goods right here.
Oz: Our lives are different than other people's.
Angel: Ow.
Buffy: Stealthy.
Angel: Not my best entrance. I think they were mopping in the halls.
Buffy: You know what? Thank you, but I can take it from here.
Angel: It's alright. I'll walk you there.
Buffy: Look, I don't need an escort. I'm a big girl with superpowers, remember? I don't need you crowding me.
Angel: I didn't think I was.
Buffy: No, of course you don't. You just show up at the prom and then disappear into the ozone. For all I knew, you left town.
Angel: Are you mad at me for being around too much or for not being around enough.
Buffy: Duh. Yes.
Angel: Which?
Buffy: What?
Angel: I don't get you.
Buffy: No, you don't. Not anymore.
Angel: Are you making this harder to make this easier on yourself?
Buffy: Can we stop with the brain teasers? I just wish it was over. Done.
Angel: It's not that simple. Once the Mayor...
Buffy: I know. World in peril and we have to work together. This is my last office romance, I'll tell you that.
Angel: Then I'll get out of your face.
Buffy: Isn't this even a little hard for you?
Angel: How can you ask me that? Just because I'm not acting like a brat doesn't mean I don't feel.
Buffy: It's nice to know what you think of me.
Angel: What do you expect me to say when you just attack?
Buffy: I just can't do this anymore. I can't have you in my life when I'm trying to live...
Wesley: Buffy, they're very firm. We're talking about laws that have existed longer than civilization.
Buffy: I'm talking about watching my lover die. I don't have a clue what you're talking about and I don't care.
Wesley: You can't turn your back on the Council.
Buffy: They're in England. I don't think they can tell which way my back is facing.
Buffy: I have a strategy. You're not in it.
Wesley: This is mutiny.
Buffy: I like to think of it as graduation.
Xander: Boy, it's a good thing no one ever wanted to check any of these books out, huh?
Giles: Yes, very convenient.
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