Xander: Would you, um… date me? Oh, that’s good! Date me! It’s terrible, right?
Willow: Huh? Oh, no! Oh, yes, date me is silly…
Xander: See, what I should do is I should just start with talking about the dance. Y’know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn’t any dance. It’s a time for students to choose, um… a mate and then we can… observe their… mating rituals and tag them before they migrate. Just kill me!

Giles: Buffy!
Buffy: What? Do I have something on my face?

Buffy: And they’re getting cockier. Look, I’m not loving it. Last night was a pretty close call.
Giles: Yes.
Buffy: Giles, care? I’m putting my life on the line battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, okay? I’m wearing a press-on. The least you could do in exhibit some casual interest. You could go, ‘hmm’.
Giles: Hmm?

Buffy: Fine. That’s okay. I can’t put it off any longer. I have to meet my terrible fate.
Giles: What?
Buffy: Biology.

Buffy: Wow. That was boring.
Xander: I don’t feel that boring covers it.
Buffy: No, boring falls short.
Willow: Even I was bored. And I’m a science nerd.
Buffy: Don’t say that.
Willow: I’m not ashamed. It’s the computer age. Nerds are in. They’re still in, right?
Xander: Willow, don’t you have a thing?
Willow: A thing? The thing! That I have! Which is… a thing that I have to go to.

Xander: Well, Willow’s not looking to date you. Or if she is, she’s playing it pretty close to the chest.

Cordelia: Willow! I really like your outfit!
Willow: No, you don’t.
Cordelia: No, I really don’t, but I need a favor.

Cordelia: … I’d be really, really grateful! I mean, I’d talk to you at the dance and everything.

Buffy: So, that’s it, uh? I remember the drill. One Slayer dies, next one’s called! Wonder who she is. Will you train her? Or will they send someone else?
Giles: Buffy, I…
Buffy: They say how he’s gonna kill me? Do you think it’ll hurt? Don’t touch me! Were you even gonna tell me?
Giles: I was hoping that I wouldn’t have to. That there was… some way around it. I…
Buffy: I’ve got a way around it. I quit!
Angel: It’s not that simple.
Buffy: I’m making it that simple! I quit! I resign, I-I’m fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over!
Giles: I’m not sure that anyone else can. All the… the signs indicate…
Buffy: The signs? READ ME THE SIGNS! TELL ME MY FORTUNE! YOU’RE SO USEFUL SITTING HERE WITH ALL YOU BOOKS! YOU’RE REALLY A LOTTA HELP!
Giles: No, I don’t suppose I am.
Angel: I know this is hard.
Buffy: What do you know about this? You’re never gonna die!
Angel: You think I want anything to happen to you? Do you think I could stand it? We just gotta figure out a way…
Buffy: I already did. I quit, remember? Pay attention!
Giles: Buffy, if the Master rises…
Buffy: I don’t care! I don’t care, Giles. I’m sixteen years old. I don’t wanna die.

Buffy: Mom, we can’t afford this.
Joyce: The way you’ve been eating, we can afford it.

Cordelia: There they are! They’re watching cartoons. That’s so cu… That’s not cute. That’s annoying. I’m annoyed.

Buffy: When he wakes up tell him… I don’t know. Think of something cool, tell him I said it.

Xander: How could you let her go?
Giles: As the soon-to-be-purple area of my jaw will attest, I did not let her go!

Buffy: Y’know, you really oughtta talk to your contractor. Looks like you got some water damage.
Master: Oh, good. The feeble banter portion of the fight. Why don’t we just cut to the…

Angel: This way. What?
Xander: You were looking at my neck.
Angel: What?
Xander: You were checking out my neck! I saw that!
Angel: No, I wasn’t!
Xander: Just keep your distance, pal.
Angel: I wasn’t looking at your neck!
Xander: I told you to eat before we left.

Master: Yes. Come forth, my child. Come into my world.
Buffy: I don’t think it’s yours just yet.

Buffy: I may be dead, but I’m still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.
Master: You were destined to die! It was written!
Buffy: What can I say? I flunked the written.

Buffy: Oh, sorry. It’s just been a really weird day.
Xander: Yeah! Buffy died, and everything!
Willow: Wow! Harsh.
Giles: I should have known that wouldn’t stop you.

Willow: I like your dress.

Master: And by the way… I like your dress.

Angel: By the way, I really like your dress.
Buffy: Yeah, yeah. Big hit with everyone.