Willow : Oz ! Hey! Have a seat… Except, we don’t have any seats.

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… uh, torching sewer monsters, and… No, that’s pretty much the, uh, same old Buffster.

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.

Cordelia: So, are you dating somebody or not?
Buffy: I wouldn’t use the word “dating”, but I am going out with somebody. Tonight, as a matter of fact.
Willow: Really? Who?
Faith; Yo, what’s up?

Gwendolyn: Faith needs a Watcher. I am not act in that capacity and report back.
Faith: Excuse me, Mary Poppins, you don’t seem to be listening.

Giles: Faith, if the council feels that you need closer observation, then… we will all, of course, cooperate.
Gwendolyn: The council wishes me to report on the entire situation here, including you.
Buffy: Mm! Academic probation’s not so funny today, huh, Giles?

Gwendolyn: The fact is, there is talk in the council that you have become a bit too… American.
Giles: Me?
Buffy: Him?

Gwendolyn: Anything in your books that might pinpoint the exact location of the tomb would be useful, but then, we cannot ask for miracles.

Buffy: Interesting lady. Ca, we kill her?
Giles: I think the council might frown upon that.

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: Hey Giles, here’s a nifty idea: why don’t I alleviate my guilt by goin’ out and getting’ myself really, really killed?

Giles: There’s a wood engraving. See? The Glove of Myhnegon.
Gwendolyn: Yes, engraved by Father Theodore of Wolsham.
Giles: Yes.
Gwendolyn: Based, I believe, on very sketchy and unreliable folk legends. The pictures are fun to look at, Mr Giles, but one really ought to read the nice words as well.

Buffy: It’s not what you think.
Xander: Hope not. Because I think you’re harboring a vicious killer.
Willow: This isn’t about attacking Buffy. Remember. “I” statements only. “I feel angry.” “I feel worried.”
Cordelia: Fine. Here’s one: I feel worried… about me! Last time around, Angel barely laid a hand on Buffy. Ha was way more interested in killing her friends.

Cordelia: What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again?
Buffy: It was an accident.
Xander: What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?

Buffy: So on a scale of one to a million, how much are you hating me right now?
Willow: Zero. You were scared, you kept secret, you know? That’s-it-it’s okay. I mean , secrets aren’t bad. You know, they’re normal. They’re better than normal. They’re good. Secrets are good. Must be a reason why we kept them, right?

Willow: So, are you going to the Bronze tonight, or, uh, are you gonna sneak away for a not-so-secret rendezvous with Angel?

Willow: Um, not to downplay my own slaying abilities which in some circles are considered formidable, but shouldn’t Faith be here?
Buffy: I tried calling, but no one was home. Look, if you’re feeling any demon-o-phobia, please, splitting is totally an option. You’re not the one in trouble with Giles.

Willow: 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… there’s a demon behind you.

Buffy: Sorry about that. So, what were you saying?
Willow: Oh, I… I opened my SAT test booklet five minutes early. Just doesn’t seem important now, does it?

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: Let me guess: Gwendolyn Post: not a Watcher.
Giles: Yes, she was. She was, uh, kicked out by council a couple of years ago for misuses of dark power. They swear there was a memo