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Willow: I'm giddy.
Oz: Oh, I like you giddy. Always have.

Willow: Maybe we shouldn't be too couple-y around Buffy.
Cordelia: Oh, you mean 'cause of how the only guy that ever liked her turned into a vicious killer and had to be put down like a dog?
Xander: Can she cram complex issues into a nutshell, or what?

Xander: Buffy, banned from campus, but not from our hearts. How are you and what's for lunch?

Cordelia: When did you become Martha Stewart?
Buffy: First of all, Martha Stewart knows jack about hand-cut prosciutto.
Xander: I don't believe she slays, either.
Oz: Oh, I hear she can, but she doesn't like to.

Willow: Ooo, Scott Hope at eleven o'clock. He likes you. He wanted to ask you out last year, but you weren't ready then. But I think you're ready now, or at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or-or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like. Oh! I didn't mean the bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you... (to Oz) You're supposed to stop me when I do that.
Oz: I like when you do that.

Trick: Sunnydale. Town's got quaint. And the people? He called me 'sir'. Don't you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers, you know, strictly the Caucasian Persuasion here in the Dale. But, you know, you just gotta stand up and salute their death rate. I ran a statistical analysis, and hello darkness. It makes D.C. look like Mayberry, and ain't nobody saying boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun.

Kakistos: The Slayer. I'm going to rip her spine from her body, and I'm going to eat her heart and suck the marrow from her bones.
Trick: Now I'm hungry.

Buffy: So let me get this straight. I'm really back in school because the school board overruled you. Wow. That's like having your whole ability to do this job called into question, when you think about it.
Joyce: I think what my daughter's trying to say is... Nyah, nyah-nyah-nyah, nyah.

Buffy: Oh, no, I have to go take an English makeup exam. They give you credit just for speaking it, right?

Willow: Hi, Scott. What are you doing here?
Scott: You told me if I came after 8:00, I could run into Buffy. Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul. Or the skin, actually. It makes me blotch.

Scott: Okay, you know what? I'm just gonna go stand by the dance floor. If you change your mind, you can mosey on over, and then if not, then you don't mosey. No harm, no foul, right?
Buffy: Right.
Willow: Come on, Buffy. I mean, the guy is charming, and normal, which is what you wanted to get back to.
Oz: Plus bonus points for use of the word 'mosey'.

Willow: That's not what making out sounds like. Unless I'm doing it wrong.

Oz: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say there's a new Slayer in town.

Xander: Wow. They should film that story and show it every Christmas.

Faith: God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slayin' just always makes you hungry and horny?
Buffy: Well... Sometimes I crave a nonfat yogurt afterwards.

Oz: Something occurring. Uh, now, you both kill vamps, and who could blame you, but, I'm, wondering about your position on werewolves.
Willow: Oz is a werewolf.
Buffy: It's a long story.
Oz: I got bit.
Buffy: Apparently not that long.

Buffy: Raise your hand if 'ew.'

Willow: Aha! Sorry. I just meant... aha! There's big evil brewin'. You'll never be bored here, Faith. 'Cause this is Sunnydale, home of the big brewin' evil.

Buffy: Giles, look, I've got makeup tests to pass, missing people in Sunset Ridge, and a zesty new Slayer to feed. Next time I kill Angel, I'll video it.

Willow: And over here, we have the cafeteria, where we were mauled by snakes.
Xander: And this is the spot where Angel tried to kill Willow.
Willow: Oh, and over there in the lounge is where Spike and his gang nearly massacred us all on Parent-Teacher night.
Willow: Oh, and up those stairs, I was sucked into a muddy grave.
Xander: And they say young people don't learn anything in high school nowadays, but, um, I've learned to be afraid.

Cordelia: What is it with you and Slayers? Maybe I should dress up as one and put a stake to your throat.
Xander: Please, God, don't let that be sarcasm.

Faith: Didn't we do this street already?
Buffy: Funny thing about vamps. They'll hit a street even after you've been there. It's like they have no manners.

Buffy: The girl's not playing with a full deck, Giles. She has almost no deck. She has a three.

Buffy: Giles, there are two things that I don't believe in: coincidence and leprechauns.
Giles: Well, Buffy, it's entirely possible that they both arrived here by chance simultaneously.
Buffy: Okay, but I was right about the leprechauns, right?

Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. Your spell worked at the last minute, Will. I was about to take him out, and... something went through him... and he was Angel again. He didn't remember anything that he'd done. He just held me. But it was... it was too late, and I had to. So, I told him that I loved him... and I kissed him... and I killed him.