Amy: Oh, how I hate this, let me count the ways.
Buffy: Hmm, that much quality time with my mom would probably lead to some quality matricide.
Giles: But that's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth! There's a veritable cornucopia of, of fiends and devils and, and ghouls to engage. Pardon me for finding the glass half full.
Willow: Yeah! You're the Slayer, and we're, like, the Slayerettes!
Xander: I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.
Xander: Cool! Was she wearin' it? The bracelet, she was wearin' it, right? Pretty much like we're goin' out.
Willow: Except without the hugging or kissing or her knowing about it.
Xander: For I am Xander, King of Cretins. May all lesser cretins bow before me.
Buffy: Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair.
Joyce: This is Gidgit hair. Don't they teach you anything in history?
Xander: First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale.
Giles: Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?
Willow: Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?
Xander: Alright, alright, it's not what you think.
Willow: You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?
Xander: Oh, well, uh, I-I guess it *is* what you think.
Xander: We're right behind you, only... further back.
Buffy: Hmm, I know you don't, that's 'cause you're my friend. You're my Xander-shaped friend!
Amy: I'm just happy to have my body back. I'm thinking of getting fat.
Buffy: Y'know, I hear that look's in for spring.
