Buffy: Mom, what are you doing here?
Joyce: (holds up the bag and thermos) I brought you a snack. I thought it was about time for me to come out and watch. Y-you know, the slaying.
Buffy: You know, the slaying is kind of an alone thing.
Joyce: But it's such a big part of your life, and I'd like to understand it. It's, um, you know, something we could share.
Buffy: A-actually, it's pretty dull, you know, it's (distracted) bam boom stick... poof.

Buffy: There. Find me the thing that uses this symbol and point me at it.
Giles: (thoughtfully) Hmm.
Buffy: Hmm. What? Giles, speak.

Giles: (torn from his reverie) What? Oh, sorry. Um, no, it... (picks up the notebook) I just wonder if we're looking for a thing. The use of a symbol o-o-on a victim like this suggests a, a ritual murder and a cult sacrifice by a group.
Buffy: A group of... human beings? Someone with a soul did this?
Giles: Yes, I'm afraid so.
Buffy: Okay. Then while you're looking for the meaning of that symbol thingy, could you also find a loophole in that 'Slayers don't kill people' rule?

Xander: Hey.
Oz: Hey.
Xander: (slightly nervous) So, a burrito.
Oz: This is a burrito.
Xander: Damn straight.

Oz: (to Willow) I haven't see you all day. Where you been?
Xander: (shaking his head defensively) Not with me. No, sir. Ask anyone. No.

Xander: Why was your mom there?
Buffy: More bad. She picked last night, of all nights, for a surprise bonding visit.
Willow: God, your mom would actually take the time to do that with you? That really wasn't the point of the story, was it?

Xander: What a burn. I mean, Buff's mom was just starting to accept the whole Slayer thing, and now she's gonna be double-freaked.
Willow: (smiles) Makes me grateful that my mom's not interested in my extra-curricular activities. Or my *curricular* activities.

Willow: (gestures at Joyce) At least your mom's making an effort. My mom's probably... (notices) standing right in front of me right this second.

Sheila: Willow, you cut off your hair! Huh. That's a new look.
Willow: Yeah, it's just a sudden whim I had... in August.

Cordelia: Everyone knows that witches killed those kids, and Amy is a witch. And Michael is whatever the boy of witch is, plus being the poster child for yuck.
Buffy: Corde...
Cordelia: (interrupts) If you're gonna hang with them, expect badness. 'Cause that's what you get when you hang with freaks and losers. Believe me, I know. (smiling) That was a pointed comment about me hanging with you guys.

Buffy: Hey. Is Willow around?
Xander: (exasperated) How can I convince you people that it's over? You assume because I'm here, she's here, that I somehow mysteriously know where she is.
Buffy: (points) Those her books?
Xander: Yeah. She's in the bathroom.

Xander: But I'm talking about the future guilt. Look, everyone expects me to mess up again. Like Oz. I see how he is around me. You know, that steely gaze... that pointed silence.
Buffy: 'Cause he's usually such a chatterbox.
Xander: No, but it's different now. It's more a verbal nonverbal. He speaks volumes with his eyes.

Willow: Hey, Buff. What cha looking for? You wanna borrow something?
Buffy: (holds up the notebook) What is this?
Willow: (takes and closes it) A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do doodle, too.

Willow: (to Buffy, sick with worry) I have stuff in my locker. Henbane, hellebore, mandrake root.
Xander: (interrupts) Excuse me. Playboys. Can we turn the sympathy (jerks his head) this way?

Giles: They're confiscating my books.
Buffy: Giles, we need those books.
Giles: Believe me, I tried to tell that to the nice man with the big gun.

Giles: Ordinarily, I would say let's widen our research.
Buffy: Using what? A-a dictionary and 'My Friend Flicka'?

Snyder: Oh, I should say it's just beginning. Fight it if you want. Just remember, lift a finger against me, and you'll have to answer to MOO.
Buffy: (incredulous) Answer to MOO? Did that sentence just make some sense that I'm not in on?

Willow: Mom, how would you know what I can do? I mean, the last time we had a conversation over three minutes, it was about the patriarchal bias of the Mr. Rogers Show.
Sheila: Well, (makes finger quotes) with King Friday lording it over all the lesser puppets...

Buffy: (in disbelief) You're the one who ordered the raid on the school today.
Joyce: (makes light off it) Honey, they opened a few lockers.
Buffy: Lockers. First syllable, 'lock'. They're supposed to be private.

Angel: I heard about this. People are talking. People are even talking to *me*.

Buffy: Is Sunnydale any better than when I first came here? Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger. Like that kid in the story, (gestures) the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Angel: Dike.
Buffy gives him a confused look. Angel smiles.
Angel: It's another word for dam.
Buffy: Oh. Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.

Giles: Session interrupted? (frustrated) Who said you could interrupt, you stupid, useless fad! No, I said fad. And I'll say it again. (types)

Giles: Uh, wait, wait a minute. Uh... Uh, there is a fringe theory held by a few folklorists that some regional stories have actual, um, very literal antecedents.
Buffy: And in some language that's English?

Xander: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I'm still spinning on this whole fairy tales are real thing.
Oz: So what do we do?
Xander: I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow in for some beans. No one else is seeing the funny here.

Cordelia: Things are way out of control, Giles. First the thing at school, and then my mom confiscates all of my black clothes and scented candles. (Giles sits up) I came over here to tell Buffy to stop this craziness and found you all unconscious... again. How many times have you been knocked out, anyway? (Giles finds his glasses) I swear, one of these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Giles: (puts his glasses on) Wake up in a... Oh, never mind.

Giles: We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
Cordelia: Now, let's be clear. The brain damage happened *before* I hit you.

Willow: (desperately) You've seen what we can do! Another step and you will all feel my power!
Buffy: (quietly) What are you gonna do, float a pencil at 'em?
Willow: It's a really big power!
Buffy: Yes! You will all be turned into vermin. And some of you will be fish! Yeah, you in the back will be fish!

Cordelia: (picks it up) This? (sniffs it) It doesn't look like a toad.
Giles: No reason it should. It's from inside the toad.
Cordelia: (quickly drops it in) I hate you.

Willow: She's doing that selective memory thing your mom used to be so good at.
Buffy: She forgot everything?
Willow: (ruefully) No. She remembered the part where I said I was dating a musician.