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Xander: Okay, and the, uh, second problem I'm having..."Come and get it, Big Boy?"
Willow: Well... the Slayer always says a pun or a witty play on words, and I think it throws the vampires off, and... and it makes them frightened because I'm wisecracking. Okay, I didn't really have a chance to work on that one, but you try it every time.
Oz: Uh, if I may suggest: "This time it's personal." I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic.

Lily: Can we get cake?
Rickie: Don't be stupid. We gotta eat healthy. We can't have cake... Can we get pie?

Willow: Well, we try not to get killed. That's part of our whole mission statement, "Don't get killed."

Cordelia: How's my hair?
Willow: Uh, it's good!
Cordelia: He didn't meet anybody over the summer, did he? No, who's he gonna meet in Sunnydale, but monsters and stuff? But then again he's always been attracted to monsters. How's my hair?
Willow: Still good.

Oz: Well, it's sort of a funny story. You remember when I didn't graduate?
Willow: Well, I know you had a lot of incompletes, but that's what summer school was for.
Oz: Yeah. Well, you remember when I didn't go?

Willow: But you never said anything. How am I supposed to react to this rather alarming news?
Oz: Well, actually, I was pretty much banking on you finding it cute.
Willow: Well, traditionally, you know, repeating a grade isn't exactly a turn-on. And you're practically a genius. You're Mr. Test Scores. It's all a little weird.
Oz: So the cute thing is out?

Larry: This is our year, I'm telling you. Best football season ever. I'm so in shape, I'm a rock. It's all about egg whites. If we can focus, keep discipline, and not have quite as many mysterious deaths, Sunnydale is gonna rule!

Willow: I'm trying to get to cute, really. But I'm still sorta stuck on strange.
Oz: Well, I'd be willing to bargain down to eccentric with an option on cool.

Willow: I wonder what she's doing right now.
Xander: Oh, I know what she's doin'. Gabbing to all of her friends about her passionate affair with Pedro the Cabana Boy, laughing about me, thinking how she still might have feelings about me.... Oh, it's possible you were talking about Buffy.

Xander: Yeah, and the slaying isn't getting any easier, either.
Oz: I don't know. I think we're kinda getting a rhythm down.
Xander: We're losing half the vamps.
Oz: Yeah, but... rhythmically.

Giles: Joyce, you mustn't blame yourself for her leaving.
Joyce: I don't. I blame you.

Buffy: This'll probably go faster if we split up.
Lily: Can I come with you?
Buffy: Okay, where did I lose you on the whole splitting up thing?

Buffy: I don't want any trouble. I just want to be alone and quiet in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don't even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one. Instead, I keep getting trouble.

Xander: Go away. This is my hiding spot.
Cordelia: Where do I hide?
Xander: You don't hide. You're bait. Go act baity.

Buffy: Let me give you the tour....This concludes our tour.