Cordelia: I think we should get a limo.
Xander: A limo?
Cordelia: Yeah!
Xander: A big, expensive limo?
Willow: That sounds like fun! And it is our last Homecoming Dance, so maybe we should make a big deal of it.
Xander: You wanna talk fun? Public bus. You meet the funniest people.
 

Willow: Why wouldn’t you go? You already have your tickets. I mean, unless you don’t have a da… ay o-or two to think about it. We should all think about it.
Cordelia: What’s going on here? Did Scott not ask her to the Homecoming Dance yet?
Buffy: Thanks, Cordelia. Humiliation’s really good for my color.

Buffy: His name is Scott. He’s nice, solid guy. He makes me happy… and that’s what I need: someone I can count on.
Scott: I don’t think we should see each other anymore.
Buffy: You don’t ? when did this happens? Where was I?
Scott: Buffy, it’s just… Before we were going out, you, you seemed so… full of life, like a force of nature. Now you just seem distracted all the time, and…
Buffy: Yeah, I know, it’s… I’m getting better. Honest. In fact, from here on, you are gonna see a drastic distraction reduction. “Drastic distraction reduction”. Try saying that ten times fast.

Willow: Where’s Buffy? She’s gonna miss the yearbook pictures.
Xander: Buffy and Faith are in the library getting all sweaty.
Cordelia: They’re training.
Xander: I stand in my phrase.

Faith: I mean, you’re still going to that dance, right?
Buffy: Maybe.
Faith: You got the tix already. Why don’t we get together?
Buffy: I don’t know about that.
Faith: Come on. We’ll find a couple studs, we’ll use ‘em and… discard ‘em. That’s always fun.
Buffy: Okay, I’m in. Not the stud-using part, though. Or… probably not.

Buffy: Ms. Moran? Hi! I’m so glad that I ran into you. Um, I had this little incident last year of getting kicked out of school. And I’m back now, though, I’ve done all of my makeup tests, but I still need one written recommendation from a teacher. I think the word that Principal Snyder used was “glowing”. Uh, to put in my file so I can prove that I belong here.
Ms. Moran: And, um, you are… ?
Buffy: Buffy. B-Buffy Summers. Third row. I sat by the window. Uh, your class: Contemporary American Heroes from Amelia Earhart to Maya Angelou. The class that changed my life?

Buffy: I can’t believe it. My favorite teacher and she didn’t even remember who I was. I’m like a non-person. Am I invisible? Can you see me?
Oz: Big as life.
Buffy: At Hemery, I was Prom princess, I was Fiesta Queen, I was on the cheerleading squad. And the yearbook was, like, a story of me. Now it’s senior year, and I’m going to be one crappy picture on one-eighth of one crappy page.
Xander: Uh, no, actually, you’re not.
Buffy: What do you mean?
Xander: Well, you, uh, missed the picture-talking.

Cordelia: Thanks for your support. Buffy, you look so cute in that outfit.
Buffy: I’m not voting for you.

Cordelia: Hey, I am under a lot of pressure here.
Buffy: Oh, yeah, campaigning. Rough gig.
Cordelia: What would you know about it. Just because you were Guacamole Queen when you were three doesn’t mean you understand how this works.
Buffy: Obviously, it involves heading out entirely lame flyers.
Cordelia: No. it involves being part of this school and having actual friends.

Willow: It’s my first big dance, you know? Where there’s a boy and a band… and not just me alone in my room pretending that there’s a boy and a band.

Buffy: Holly, Michelle, and our real competition, Cordelia, all have big head starts. Speaking of big heads, if I had a watermelon as big as Cordelia’s, I’d be rich….Waits for laugh…

Buffy: Hey.
Willow: Hi! How are you? You good? You look good. Anything new? Hey, did I mention you look good?
Buffy: Willow, it’s okay that you’re helping Cordelia. We’re best friends. I’m not gonna hold it against you.
Willow: No, I’m not a friend. I’m a rabid dog who should be shot! But there’s forces at work here! Dark, incomprehensible forces.
Buffy: And I’m sure they’re more important than all we’ve been through together, or… the number of times that I saved your life.
Willow: What do you want?

Buffy: So you really are giving out money, huh?
Cordelia: Is that any more tacky than your faux “I’m shy but deep” campaign posters?

Cordelia: I don’t see why your pathetic need to recapture your glory days gives you the right to splinter my vote.
Buffy: How can you think it’s okay to talk to people like this? Do you have parents?
Cordelia: Yeah. Two of them… unlike some people.
Buffy: Your brain isn’t even connected to your mouth, is it?

Willow: This is just… the worst thing that’s ever happened. Ever!
Xander: I know. I know. It’s just … when I look at you now, it’s like I’m seeing you for the first time.
Willow: I’m talking about Buffy and Cordelia.
Xander: Me, too.

Willow: What are we gonna do.
Xander: We just have to get the two of them communicating.
Willow: I’m talking about us.

Giles: We have to find Buffy. Something terrible’s happened. Just kidding. Thought I’d give you a scare.

Faith: Scott, there you are, honey! Hey, good news. The doctor says that the itching and the swelling and the burning should clear up but we gotta keep using the ointment.

Giles: I suspect the, uh, finger food contains… actual fingers.

Cordelia: I’m never gonna be crowned Homecoming Queen. I’m never gonna graduate from high school. I’m never gonna know if it’s real between me and Xander, or if it’s just… some temporary insanity that made me think… I loved him. And now I’m never gonna get the chance to tell him.
Buffy: Yes, you are. We are gonna get out there, and we are gonna head back to the library, where Giles and the rest of the weapons live. Then I’m gonna take out the rest of these guys just in time for you to congratulate me on my sweeping victory as Homecoming Queen.

Cordelia: I hear you, you redneck moron. You got a dress that goes with that hat?
Lyle: I’m gonna…
Cordelia: Rip out my innards, play with my eyeballs, boil my brain and eat it for brunch? Listen up, needle-brain. Buffy and I have taken out four of your cronies, not to mention your girlfriend.
Lyle: WIFE!
Cordelia: Whatever. The point is, I haven’t even broken a sweat. See, in the end, Buffy’s just the runner-up. I’m the Queen. You get me mad, what do you think I’m gonna do to you?

Cordelia: After all that we’ve been through tonight, this whole who-gets-to-be-queen capade seems pretty….
Buffy: Damn important.
Cordelia : Oh, yeah.