Giles: Our new Fuehrer, Mr. Snyder.
Willow: I think they call 'em 'principals' now.
Buffy: Giles, unto every generation is born one who must run the annual talentless show. You cannot escape your destiny.
Giles: If you had any shred of decency, you would have participated, or at least, um, helped.
Buffy: Nah! I think I'll take on your traditional role... and watch!
Xander: And mock!
Willow: And laugh!
Xander: Did I mention that I hate this school?
Cordelia: All I can think is, it coulda been me!
Xander: We can dream.
Xander: Okay, next time we split up someone else is on Cordy detail. Five more minutes with her and we woulda had another organ donor.
Buffy: Excuse me? Can I have a little support here, please? I'm not just some crazy person, I'm the Slayer.
Xander: The dummy Slayer? There's nothing funny about that.
Willow: Once again I'm banished to the demon section of the card catalog.
Buffy: Who's ever out there, I'm gonna hurt you! Badly! If you'll just gimme a minute...
Cordelia: I, I can't go out there. All those people staring at me and judging me like I'm some kind of... Buffy!
Sid: Of course, if you want to snuggle up and comfort me...
Buffy: So, that horny dummy thing really isn't an act, is it?
Sid: Nope!
Buffy: Yuck!
Willow: What could a demon possibly want from me?
Xander: What's the square root of 841?
Willow: 29. Oh, yeah.
