Buffy: I want you to get a message to Angel for me. Tell him I’m done waiting. I’m taking the fight to him. You got that? Need me to write it down for you? Alright, I’ll tell him myself.

Xander: Tell Angel I’m gonna kill him! No, wait. I’m gonna kill you! Die! Die! Die! Aah! Mother!
Cordelia: Is that it?
Xander: Yeah. That’s it. Scene!
Buffy: That’s exactly how it happened.
Oz: Well, I thought it was riveting. Uh, I was a little unclear about some of the themes.
Buffy: The theme is Angel’s too much of a coward to take me on face-to-face.
Xander: And the other theme was “Buy American”, but it, uh, got kind of buried.

Cordelia: Boy, Willow, you’ve really got the teaching bug: taking over computer class, tutoring…
Willow: I love it. I really do.
Cordelia: I think it’s great to do that before you go out and fail in the real world. That way you’re not falling back on something. You’re falling… well, forward.
Xander: And almost 65% of that was actual compliment. Is that a personal best?
Cordelia: Gee, Xander, what are you gonna teach when you fail in life? Advanced loser-being?

Snyder: These public displays of affection are not acceptable in my school. This isn’t an orgy, people. It’s classroom.
Buffy: Yeah! Where they teach lunch.
Snyder: Just give me a reason to kick you out, Summers. Just give me a reason.
Cordelia: How about because you’re a tiny, impotent Nazi with a bug up butt the size of an emu?

Spike: Nice walk, pet?
Drusilla: I met an old man. Didn’t like him. He got stuck in my teeth.

Angelus: What did the Moon tell you? Did you have a vision? Is something coming?
Drusilla: Oh, yeah. Something terrible. Psst, psst, psst, psst, psst, psst…
Angelus: Where?
Drusilla: At the museum. A tomb… with a surprise inside.
Angelus: You can see all that in your head?
Spike: No, you ninny. She read it in the morning paper.

Buffy: Waah! This doesn’t make any sense.
Willow: Well, sure it does. See… Oh, no this doesn’t make any sense.

Buffy: Yay me. Well, it doesn’t matter anyway. I mean, when in the real world am I ever gonna need chemistry or history or math or the English language?
Willow: Okay. I see your problem.
Buffy: I’m a moron?

Willow: It’s not mine. It might be something of Ms. Calendar’s.
Buffy: This feels kinda morbid.
Willow: I’ve gone through most of her files already.
Buffy: Does that make it less morbid or you really morbid?

Giles: Let’s not lose our perspective here, Xander.
Xander: I’m Perspective Guy. Angel’s a killer.
Willow: Xander…
Buffy: It’s not that simple.
Xander: What? All is forgiven? I can’t believe you people!
Cordelia: Xander has a point.
Xander: You know, just for once, I wish you’d support me, and I realize right now that you were, and I’m embarrassed, so I’m gonna get back to the point, which is that Angel needs to die.

Buffy: I-I don’t know. What happened to Angel wasn’t his fault.
Xander: Yeah, but what happened to Ms. Calendar is. You can paint this any way you want. But the way I see it is that you wanna forget all about Ms. Calendar’s murder so you can get your boyfriend back.

Buffy: Well, I’ll do a couple of sweeps, and then I’ll stop by. Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a … Willow! Where did you learn that word? My God. You kiss your mother with that mouth?

Buffy: You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you.
Kendra: Just wanted to test your reflexes.
Buffy: How about testing my face-punching? ‘Cause I think you’ll find it’s improved.

Buffy: And you’re sure this was the tomb of Alfalfa?
Giles: Acathla.

Kendra: I tend to side with your friend Xander on this one. Angel should be eliminated.
Buffy: Oh, I’ll fight him. I’ll kill him if I have to. But if I don’t get there in time, or if I lose, then Willow might be our only hope.
Willow: I don’t wanna be our only hope! Uh, I crumble under pressure! Let’s have another hope.

Willow: This means I can’t help you study for tomorrow’s final.
Buffy: Ah, I’ll wing it. Of course, if we go to Hell by then, I won’t have to take ‘em. Or maybe I’ll be taking them forever.

Buffy: So I’m like, “Dad, do you want me to go to the dance in an outfit I’ve already worn? Why do you hate me?”
Girl#1: Is Tyler taking you?
Buffy: Where were you when I got over Tyler? He’s of the past. Tyler would have to crawl on his hands and knees to get me to go to the dance with him. Which, actually, he’s supposed to do after practice, so I’m gonna wait.

Watcher: I need to speak with you.
Buffy: You’re not from Bullock’s, are you? ‘Cause I-I meant to pay for that lipstick.
Watcher: There isn’t much time. You must come with me. Your destiny awaits.
Buffy: I don’t have a destiny. I’m destiny-free, really.

Angel: I wanna learn from you.
Whistler: Alright.
Angel: But I don’t wanna dress like you.

Kendra: In case the curse does not succeed, dis is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires wit it. I call Mr. Pointy.
Buffy: You named your stake?
Kendra: Yes.
Buffy: Remind me to get you a stuffed animal.

Buffy: Well, I think Mr. Pointy’ll have something to say about that. Come on. Let’s finish this. You and me.
Angelus: Y-you never learn, do you? That wasn’t about you. This was never about you. And you fall for it every single time!

Whistler: No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. the big moments are gonna come. You can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are. You’ll see what I mean.