Buffy: Hey, any apocalypse I avert without dying. Those are the easy ones.
Buffy: Giles -- what's wrong?
Giles: Have you seen the new library? It's nothing but computers. Not a book to be seen. I don't know where to begin... Buffy, who do we talk to?
Giles: We should go before the school board.
Wood: What?
Giles: I can have my backup library sent from home, in the meantime. It isn't much, but--
Buffy: Giles --
Giles: Knowledge comes from crafted bindings and pages, Buffy, not ones and zeroes.
Wood: Wait. Sorry. Chip?
Giles: Long story--
Buffy: Military put a chip in Spike's brain so he couldn't hurt anyone.
Giles: And that would be the abridged version.
Buffy: I dunno. I mean... Not like it had a catchy hook or anything, like, "I'm Comin' Up So You Better Get This Party Started." It was boring, old, and English. Just like yo--ul. Brynner. Yul Brynner. A... British Yul Brynner.
Spike: Oh, bollocks-- All the rubbish people keep sticking in my head...it's a wonder there's room for my brain.
Giles: I don't think it takes up that much space, do you?
Andrew: Willow. Call for you. From L.A. Somebody named Fred. Guy sounds kinda effeminate.
Spike: Hard day's principal-ing got you down, need a place to cut loose, let down your hair...So to speak.
Giles: Spike is a liability, Buffy. He refuses to see that. And so do you. Angel left here because he knew how harmful your relationship with him was. Spike, on the other hand, lacks such self-awareness.
