Buffy: Okay, a scenario. You back off, I’ll back off, but you promise not to go all wiggy until we can go to my Watcher and figure this out.
Kendra: Wiggy?
Buffy: You know. No kick-o, no fight-o?

Giles: And you are called…?
Kendra: I’m de Vampire Slayer.
Buffy: We got that part, hon. He means your name.
Kendra: Oh. Dey call me Kendra.

Kendra: Identify yourself.
Buffy: Back off, pink ranger! This is my friend.
Kendra: Friend?
Buffy: Yeah. As in person you hang with? Amigo?

Buffy: And what’s your great plan for finding this dark power? You just gonna attack people randomly till you find a bad one?

Willow: Buffy would never do that!
Oh. Except for that sometimes you do that. But only with Angel. Right?
Buffy: Yes! Right.

Willy: What are you gonna do with him anyway?
Spike: I’m thinking maybe dinner and a movie. I don’t want to rush into anything. I’ve been hurt, you know.

Kendra: No ashes.
Buffy: What?
Kendra: When a vampire combusts, he leaves ashes.
Buffy: Yeah, I know the drill.
Kendra: So, I did not kill him.
Buffy: And I don’t need to kill you.

Kendra: Den he is alright. We can return to your Watcher for our orders.
Buffy: I don’t take orders. I do things my way.
Kendra: No wonder you died.

Willy: I, I have to ask. Has either of you girls considered modeling? I have a friend with a camera? Strictly high-class nude work. You know, art photographs. But naked.

Kendra: Den we will stop Spike.
Buffy: Ooo, good plan, let’s go, charge!
Giles: Buffy…
Buffy: It’s a little more complicated than that, John Wayne.

Kendra: I study because it is required. The Slayer handbook insists on it.
Willow: There is a Slayer handbook?
Buffy: Wait. Handbook? What handbook? How come I don’t have a handbook?
Willow: Is there a T-shirt, too? ‘Cause that would be cool…
Giles: After meeting you, Buffy, I realized that, uh, the handbook would be of no use in your case.
Buffy: Well, what do you mean it would be of no use in my case? What-what’s wrong with my case?

Giles: Uh, Kendra, um, perhaps you’d like  to show me the, the part in, uh, Dramius Six where, uh, uh, where it refers to the Order of Taraka. Really, I-I, I seem to have never been able to get through that book. It was a bit stodgy.
Kendra: It was difficult. All dose footnotes.
Buffy: Hello, and welcome to planet pocket protector.

Buffy: Yeah, but did you see how they were vibing? Volume six, ha, ha, ha!

Buffy : Maybe, I mean, maybe after this thing with Spike and the assassins is over, i could say, « Kendra, you slay, I’m going to Disneyland.”
Willow: But not forever, right?
Buffy: No, Disneyland would get boring after a few months. But I could do other stuff. Maybe I could even have a normal life.

Cordelia: Oh, right! You think we should just slack here and hope that somebody else decides to be a hero? Sorry, forgot I was stranded with a loser!
Xander: And yet I never forget that I’m stuck with the numb-brain that let Mr. Mutant in the house in the First Place!
Cordelia: HE LOOKED NORMAL!
Xander: What, is he supposed to have an arrow with the word “assassin” over his head?! All I took was the prospect of a free makeover, and you licked his hand like a big, dumb dog!

Willow: Hey! Your hair! Is brown!
Oz: Oh, yeah, sometimes. So, uh, did you decide? Are you gonna be Corporate Computer Suit Guy?
Willow: Oh. Uh, well, I-I think I’m gonna finish high school first. What about you?
Oz: I’m not really a computer person, you know. Or a work of any kind person.

Willow: Well, don’t you have some ambition?
Oz: Oh, yeah! Yeah. E-flat, diminished ninth.
Willow: Huh?
Oz: Well, the E-flat, it’s, it’s doable, but that diminished ninth, y’know, it’s a man’s chord. Now, you could lose a finger.

Oz: I, uh, I’m shot! Y’know. Wow! It’s odd! And painful.

Xander: A Slayer, huh? I knew this “I’m the only one, I’m the only one” thing was just an attention-getter.

Buffy: Good. ‘Cause I’ve had it. Spike is going down. You can attack me, you can send assassins after me, that’s fine. But nobody messes with my boyfriend!

Kendra: Did anyone explain to you what “secret identity” means?
Buffy: Nope. Must be in the handbook. Right after the chapter on personality removal. Be careful with that thing!

Giles: Is everything alright.
Buffy: Yeah, it’s okay. Kendra killed the bad lamp.

Xander: Okay. Okay. He can only be killed when he’s in his disassembled state. Disassembled. That means when he’s broken into his liiittle buggy parts?
Cordelia: I know what it means, dorkheads.

Kendra: Your life is very different dan mine.
Buffy: You mean the part where I occasionally have one? Yeah, I guess it is.

Spike: Yeah. It bugs me, too, seeing him like that. Another five minutes, though, and Angel will be dead, so… I forebear. Don’t feel too bad for Angel, though, he’s got something you don’t have.
Buffy: What’s that?
Spike: Five minutes.

Kendra: Dat’s me favrit shirt! Dat’s me only shirt !

Oz: Ooo, yeah, please don’t. I don’t do thanks. I get all red. Have to bail. It’s not pretty.
Willow: Well, then forget that thing. E-especially with the part where I kind of owe you my life.

Cordelia: As if! You’ve probably been planning this for months!
Xander: Right, I hired a Latvian bug man to kill Buffy so I could kiss you. I hate to burst your bubble, but you don’t inspire me to spring for a dinner over at Bucky’s Fondue Hut.

Kendra: Dat is not traveling under cover.
Buffy: Exactly. Relax! You earned it. Sit in your seat, you eat your peanuts, you watch the movie, well, unless it’s about a dog or Chevy Chase.