Buffy: (smiling) Satisfied?
Angel: I'm not sure that's the word.
Buffy: (taken aback) Okay. I didn't mean 'satisfied' like...
Angel: No, I, I wasn't trying to...
Buffy: (awkwardly) 'Cause we're not having satisfaction in the personal sense.
Angel: Of course.

Angel: (nods) Um, am I gonna see you this weekend? You, uh, you-you probably have plans.
Buffy: Right, birthday. Um, actually, I, I do have a thing.
Angel: Oh, a thing. (trying to be cool) A date?
Buffy: (nods) Nice attempt at casual. Actually, I do have a date. (steps closer) Older man. Very handsome. He likes it when I call him 'Daddy'.
Angel: (smiles) Huh, your father. (frowns) It is your father, right?

Giles: This one?
Buffy: Amethyst.
Giles: Used for?
Buffy: Breath mints?

Buffy: Okay, so how do you know if one's aura's dirty? Somebody come by with a finger and write (gestures with her crystal) 'wash me' on it?

Vampire: I'll kill you for that. (jumps up)
Buffy: For that? What were you trying to kill me for before?

Willow: I went to Snoopy On Ice when I was little. My dad took me backstage and I got so scared I threw up on Woodstock.

Buffy: Look, I know you guys think it's just a big, dumb, girlie thing, but it's not. I mean, a lot of those skaters are Olympic medal winners. And every year my dad buys me cotton candy and one of those souvenir programs that has all the pictures, and okay, it's a big, dumb, girlie thing, but I love it.

Willow: But eighteen is a *big* one, Buffy. I mean, you can vote now. You can be drafted. (smiles) You can vote not to be drafted.

Buffy: You know, it's not just cartoon characters. They do pieces from operas and ballets. Brian Boitano, doing Carmen, is a life changer. Oh, he doesn't actually play Carmen, but a lot of sophisticated people go.

Willow: Aha! A curse on Slayers. Oh, no. Wait. I-it's lawyers.

Xander: You know, maybe we're on the wrong track with the whole spell, curse and whammy thing. Maybe what we should be looking for is something like, um, (ahem) Slayer kryptonite.
Oz: Faulty metaphor. Kryptonite kills.
Xander: You're assuming I meant the green kryptonite. I was referring, of course, to the red kryptonite, which drains Superman of his powers.
Oz: (thinks) Wrong. The gold kryptonite's the power-sucker. The red kryptonite mutates Superman into some sort of weird...
Buffy: (impatiently) Guys? Reality?

Buffy: (softly) Thank you. That's beautiful.
Angel: You really like it?
Buffy: Of course I do. It's sweet and thoughtful and... full of neat words to learn and say like 'wilt' and 'henceforth'.
Angel: Then why'd you seem more excited last year when you got a severed arm in a box?

Buffy: I guess. But what if I can't? I've seen too much. I know what goes bump in the night. Not being able to fight it... What if I just hide under my bed, all scared and helpless? Or what if I just become pathetic? Hanging out at the old Slayer's home, talking people's ears off about my glory days, showing them Mr. Pointy, the stake I had bronzed.

Buffy: Before I was the Slayer, I was... (leans on the table) Well, I, I don't wanna say shallow, but... Let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical philosopher next to me. Angel, if I'm not the Slayer, what do I do? What do I have to offer? Why would you like me?

Angel: 'Cause I could see your heart. (gets up) You held it before you for everyone to see. (walks to her) And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe... to warm it with my own.
Buffy looks up into his eyes for a long moment, then leans into him, and they embrace, holding each other close.
Buffy: That's beautiful. Or taken literally, incredibly gross.
Angel: (grimacing) I was just thinking that, too.

Giles: (imploringly) You have to listen to me. Because I've told you this, the test is invalidated. You will be safe now, I promise you. Now, whatever I have to do to deal with Kralik... and to win back your trust...
Buffy: (interrupts, sobbing) You stuck a needle in me. You poisoned me!
Cordelia: What's going on? Oh, God. Is the world ending? I have to research a paper on Bosnia for tomorrow, but if the world's ending, I'm not gonna bother.

Giles: (desperately) You can't walk home alone, Buffy. It isn't safe.
Buffy: (facing away) I don't know you.
Cordelia: (faces Giles) Did something take her memory? (turns to Buffy) He's Giles. Giiillles. (grins) He hangs out here a lot.

Quentin: You exhibited extraordinary courage and clearheadedness in battle. The Council is very pleased.
Buffy: (deadpan) Do I get a gold star?
Quentin: I understand that you're upset...
Buffy: (with controlled fury) You understand *nothing*. You set that monster loose, and he came after my mother.
Quentin: You think the test was unfair?
Buffy: I think you better leave town before I get my strength back.
Quentin: (evenly) We're not in the business of fair, Miss Summers, we're fighting a war.
Giles: You're *waging* a war. She's fighting it. There is a difference.

Quentin: (bows slightly to Buffy) Congratulations again.
Buffy: (vehemently) Bite me.
Quentin: (chuckles ruefully) Yes, well, colorful girl.

Willow: I can't believe Giles was fired. How could Giles get fired? (…) Now, now when you say 'fired', do you mean 'fired'?
Xander: You're not cruising past that concept any time soon, are you?
Willow: Well, it's just... I mean, he's been *fired*! He's, he's unemployed! He's... between jobs.
Buffy: Giles isn't going anywhere, Will. He's still librarian.
Willow: Okay, but I'm writing an angry letter.

Buffy: You know, nothing's really gonna change. The important thing is that I kept up my special birthday tradition of gut-wrenching misery and horror.
Oz: Bright side to everything.