Buffy: We were talking about having a picnic?
Riley: Oh. So, was that a conversation we actually had? Or one I was just practicing?
Riley: I lose you somewhere?
Buffy: Right around...beautiful.
Buffy: He's...have you seen his arms? Those are...good arms to have.
Buffy: Seeing Angel in LA - even for five minutes - hello to the pain.
Spike: I'm done. Put the telly on.
Spike: I'm trying to remember. It was very traumatic.
Giles: We can't let you go until we're sure that you're impotent or-
Spike: Hey!
Giles: Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we know that you're...
Buffy: Flaccid?
Spike: You are one step away, missy!
Buffy: Giles, help! He's gonna scold me.
Buffy: Look at my poor neck. All bare and tender and exposed. All that blood just pumping away.
Giles: Oh please!
Spike: Giles! Make her stop.
Willow: 'Cause you had your hands full with the Undead English Patient?
Spike: What, are you people blind? She's hanging on by a thread. Any ninny could see that.
Willow: I feel like I've been split down the center and half of me is lost.
Spike: Come on! It's telly time! Passions is on! Timmy's down the bloody well! And if you make me miss it I'll--
Giles: You'll do what? Lick me to death?
Anya: I only wish I had my powers back. I'd liquefy his entrails for her.
Xander: That's sweet.
Buffy: Wow. Way to rebound.
Xander: I believe that's the dance of a brave little toaster.
Willow: I know I've been sort of a party poop lately. So I said to myself, "Self," I said, "It's time to shake and shimmy it off."
Buffy: No big? Anybody remember when Buffy had the fun beer fest and went 1 million years B.C.?
Xander: Sadly, without the fuzzy bikini.
Anya: Off topic, Xander.
Xander: Right.
Spike: Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the Big Pile of Dust.
Buffy: But this day is about family, my real family. And I would like you to be the one to give me away.
Giles: Oh. Buffy...I...that's so...Oh for God's sake! This is nonsense.
Giles: Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking.
Buffy: Do you want to be William the Bloody? Or just Spike? Cause, either way, it's gonna look majorly weird.
Spike: Whereas the name Buffy gives it that touch of classic elegance.
Buffy: What's wrong with Buffy?
Giles: Huh! Such a good question.
Spike: This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.
Buffy: Spike and I are getting married!
Xander: How? What? How?
Giles: Three excellent questions.
Spike: What are you looking at?
Buffy: The man I love.
Xander: Can I be blind too?
Willow: I'm sorry. I'll try for a quiet rage.
Buffy: Spike lips! Lips of Spike! Ugh.
Spike: Don't I get a cookie?
Buffy: No.
Spike: Well, I gotta have something. I still have Buffy taste in my mouth.
