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Willow: Hey! Speaking of people and things they do that aren't like usual, anyone notice Buffy acting sort of different?
Xander: Let's see, uh, killing zombies, torching sewer monsters...No, that's pretty much the same old Buffster.

Cordelia: Think maybe she has a new honey?
Willow: A boyfriend? Why wouldn't she tell us?
Cordelia: Excuse me? When your last steady killed half the class, and then your rebound guy sends you a dump-o-gram? It makes a girl shy.

Buffy: Synchronized slaying.
Faith: New Olympic category?

Buffy: Academic probation's not so funny today, huh, Giles?

Giles: What do you propose?
Gwendolyn Post: Well, if it's not too radical a suggestion, I thought we might kill him.

Gwendolyn: We believe the glove to be buried in a tomb somewhere, so Lagos will be headed for the cemetery.
Giles: There is more than one in Sunnydale.
Gwendolyn: I see. How many?
Giles: Uh, twelve, within the city limits.

Buffy: [regarding Gwendolyn Post] Interesting lady. Can we kill her?

Buffy: Some demon looking for some all-powerful thingamabob, and I gotta stop him before he unleashes unholy havoc, and it's another Tuesday night in Sunnydale.

Xander: [to Giles] Hey, you're not the Watcher of me.

Willow: Ugh...It's late. I'm tired. What does he want from us, anyway?
Xander: The number of a qualified surgeon to remove the British flag from his butt?

Faith: Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny...drummer. Eventually, I just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet. Now it's strictly get some, get gone. You can't trust guys.
Buffy: You can trust some guys. Really, I've read about them.

Xander: [to self] Hey, Giles, here's a nifty idea: why don't I alleviate my guilt by goin' out and gettin' myself really, really killed?

Buffy: It was an accident.
Xander: What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?

Buffy: You would just love an excuse to hurt him, wouldn't you?
Xander: I don't need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually constitutes a reason.

Giles: [to Buffy] Be quiet. I won't remind you that the fate of the world often lies with the Slayer. What would be the point? Nor shall I remind you that you've jeopardized the lives of all that you hold dear by harboring a known murderer. But sadly, I must remind you that Angel tortured me...for hours...for pleasure. You should have told me he was alive. You didn't. You have no respect for me, or the job I perform.

Xander: [regarding Angel] She says he's clean.
Faith: Yeah, well, I say we can't afford to find out. I say I deal with this problem right now. I say I slay.
Xander: Can I come?

Buffy: [regarding Giles] How long do you think he can stay angry at me, anyway?
Willow: The emotional Marathon Man?

Willow: Okay. There's something I have to tell you.
Buffy: What?
Willow: Okay. This will make me feel better, right? You know, I always consider myself a good person. Floss, do my homework, never cheat. But lately, and please don't judge me on this, but I want you to be the first to know that, that... there's a demon behind you.

Xander: Good old Sunnydale library. Fully equipped with reference books, file cards...and weapons.

Oz: Sounds like we missed a lot of fun.
Xander: Then we're telling it wrong.

Buffy: What are you guys talking about?
Oz: Oddly enough, your boyfriend. Again.

Buffy: Are we cool?
Xander: Yeah! Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that happened, I leaned toward the postal. But I trust you.
Cordelia: I don't. Just for the record.

Buffy: How are you?
Faith: Five-by-five.
Buffy: I'll interpret that as good.

Buffy: [to Faith] I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that just spent a lot of time kicking your face...but you can trust me.