Spike: Slayer's dangerous.
Adam: Yes. She makes things interesting.
Spike: No! See, you're not getting it Mr. Bits. You're gonna be interestingly dead. Little Miss Tiny's got a habit of bulloxing up the plans of every would be unstoppable badass who sets foot in this town.
Adam: Two slayers?
Spike: That's right.
Adam: And you killed them both?
Spike: Yeah. I killed the hell out of 'em.
Adam: Yet you fear this one.
Adam: Then why haven't you killed this slayer yet.
Spike: Because ... stinking, rotten luck is why.
Spike: You're like Tony Robbins ... if he was a big scary Frankenstein looking ... You're exactly like Tony Robbins.
Spike: Plus, it'll make her miserable. And I never get tired of that.
Xander: Hey, who's your buddy? So you don't have to be GI Joe while your civvies are getting washed. Try those on. You'll feel like a new man.
Riley: Does this man have a bright red nose and big floppy feet?
Xander: It's not like I hate the guy ... just, you know, the guts part of him.
Spike: I've seen the way she treats you.
Giles: Oh yes? And how's that?
Spike: Very much like a retired librarian.
Riley: It's the pants, isn't it? It's okay. I couldn't take me seriously in these things either.
Xander: Give it up for American chipmanship.
Anya: He's a Viking in the sack.
Spike: Terrific.
Xander: You know what college is? It's high school only without the actual going to class! Well high school was kinda like that too.
Xander: I'm out there trying to make a living and it's nothing but a huge joke to them.
"Xander got fired from Starbucks. Xander got fired from that phone sex line."
Anya: They look down on you.
Xander: And they hate you.
Anya: But they don't look down on me.
Spike: I met some on the way out but I took care of them.
Giles: Gave them a good running away from, did you?
Willow: Crack a government encryption code on my laptop? Easy as ... really difficult pie.
Willow: I am a whiz.
Tara: She is a whiz.
Willow: If ever a whiz there was.
Riley: Way I heard it, you were all peaceable now. You didn't, by any chance, go and lose that pesky soul, did you?
Angel: Don't push me, boy.
Riley: Where do you think you're going?
Angel: Going to see an old girlfriend.
Angel: You actually sleep with this guy?
Angel: Oh ... and Riley?
Buffy: Yeah?
Angel: I don't like him.
Spike: Don't tell me you've never heard of the Beatles?
Adam: I have. I like Helter-Skelter.
Spike: What a surprise.
Buffy: Xander?! Oh, he's the deadest man in deadonia.
Riley: And when I saw that he was bad ...
Buffy: He's ... not bad.
Riley: Seriously? That's a good day? Well, there you go. Even when he's good he's all mister billowy coat, king of pain.
Giles: You never train with me anymore. He's gonna kick your ass.
Buffy: Are you drunk?!
Giles: Yes. Quite a bit, actually.
Xander: Just because you're better than us, doesn't mean you can be all superior.
Xander: Tara's your girlfriend!!??
Giles: Bloody hell!
Buffy: So, I guess I'm starting to understand why there's no ancient prophecy about a chosen one and her
friends.
