Angel: Buffy, careful with this gift. Lots of things that seem strong and good and powerful, they can be painful.
Buffy: Like, say, immortality?
Angel: Exactly. I'm dying to get rid of that.
Buffy: Funny.
Angel: I'm a funny guy.
Cordelia: Hello, can we deal with my pain, please?
[pats her on the back, not interested]
Giles: There, there.
Giles: I suppose there is a sort of Machiavellian ingenuity to your transgression.
Xander: I resent that... or, possibly, thank you.
Buffy: Giles, are you sure about this?
Giles: Why wouldn't I be?
Buffy: Well, aside from the fact that most magic shop owners in Sunnydale have the life expectancy of a Spinal Tap drummer, have you ever run a store before?
Buffy: Why are you standing in my room hugging Mr. Gordo?
Angel: Mr. Gordo?
Buffy: The pig.
Willow: Oh yeah, a research party.
Xander: Will, you need a life in the worst way.
Oz: Want some animal crackers?
Willow: No thanks.
Oz: You know the monkey is the only cookie animal that gets clothes... .I wonder if the hippo is like, 'Hey, were are my clothes?' and the monkey is like, 'I mock you with my monkey pants.'... All monkeys are French, you didn't know that?
Giles: It's a trick. They get inside my head and make me see things I want.
Xander: Then why would they make you see me?
Giles: Oh, right. Let's go.
Buffy: Hi, Oz!
Oz: Hi.
Buffy: I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.
Oz: But you're not a rat. So call it an upside.
Giles: Clearly we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.
Oz: Present. Hey, I may be a cold blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing's impeccable.
Xander: Angel?
Anya: So this is Angel. He's large and glowery, isn't he?
Xander: He's evil again.
Angel: I'm not evil again. Why does everyone think that?
Spike: I'm saying that Spike had a little trip to the vet, and now he doesn't chase the other puppies anymore.
Spike: Don't be a stupid git. There is no...
Giles: Spike if I want your opinion I'll... I'll never want your opinion.
Harmony: Do you know what it means that he can't hurt any living thing? He can't pick flowers.
Buffy: Spike loves me.
[Xander starts laughing]
Buffy: I'm not joking.
Xander: Oh, I hope not. It's funnier if it's true.
Joyce: Honey, did you lead him on in any way?
Buffy: Uh... I do beat him up a lot. For Spike, that's like third base.
Xander: You mean I'm the key guy? I'm the key guy. Ahh... pride... joy...
Buffy: I think Angel should go with you.
Xander: Wait a minute. I'm still the key guy though right?
Buffy: Yes Xander.
Xander: Very well. Angel may accompany me in a non-key-guy capacity.
Angel: What fun.
Xander: Excuse me. Key guy still talking here.
Willow: Is this the master plan? You're gonna stop me by telling me you love me?
Xander: Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kind of cartoony.
Buffy: Doesn't matter how well prepped you are or how well armed you are, you're a little girl.
Dawn: Woman.
Buffy: Little woman.
Dawn: I'm taller than you.
Giles: That's the flora kua alaya. A native of Paraguay, if my botany serves.
Willow: Is there anything you don't know everything about?
Giles: Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me.
Dead Nerd: I think I'd like Dawn to be my girlfriend.
Buffy: Wrong sister. I'm the one that dates dead guys.
Spike: I'll bloody kill you.
Buffy: What are you going to do, lick me to death?
Spike: Well, then everything is all right and we all get to be not staked through the heart. Good work team.
Spike: Passions is on and Timmy's down the bloody well, and if you make me miss it I'll...
Giles: You'll what? Lick me to death?
Cordelia: Hi, Mr. Beech. I was just wondering, were you planning on killing a bunch of people tomorrow? Oh, it's for the yearbook
Watching TV]
Spike: Pacey, you blind idiot, can't you see she doesn't love you?
Willow: So you feeling better about Angel?
Buffy: Well we talked, then, then he ripped out the heart of a demon and fed it to me and then we talked some more.
Buffy: Besides, I can just tell something is wrong. My spider sense is tingling.
Giles: Your spider sense?
Buffy: Pop culture reference. Sorry.
Buffy: I wasn't going to use violence. I don't always use violence. Do I?
Xander: The important thing is *you* believe that.
Giles: Is everyone here okay?
Cordelia: Super. I kicked a guy.
Xander: Dead guy here interrupted our tutorial.
[to dead guy]
Xander: Been meaning to thank you for that.
Principal Snyder: You will sell it to raise money for the marching band. They need new uniforms.
Xander: Yeah. Those tall, fuzzy hats ain't cheap, huh?
Oz: But they go with everything.
Xander: Whoa, Giles has a TV. Everybody, Giles has a TV. He's shallow like us.
Oz: I got to admit, I'm a little disappointed.
Giles: I, ah, uh, uh.
Willow: Well maybe it doesn't work. Like a piece of art.
Xander: Also, sometimes I'll say something about Anya and Willow will get this look, this what-the-Hell-do-you-see-in-her look.
Spike: I know that look. A lot of people never really got Dru, you know.
Xander: She was insane.
Buffy: Any apocalypse I avert without dying? Yeah, those are the easy ones.
Giles: Let me get this straight: you think I'm evil if I take a group of teenage girls on a camping trip and I *don't* touch them?
Oz: I'm gonna ask you to go out with me tomorrow night. And I'm kinda nervous about it, actually. It's interesting.
Willow: Oh. Well, if it helps at all, I'm gonna say yes.
Oz: Yeah, it helps. It-it creates a comfort zone. Do you wanna go out with me tomorrow night?
Willow: Oh. I can't.
Oz: Well, see, I like that you're unpredictable.
[about Matthew Broderick]
Andrew: I miss Ferris-Matthew. I find Broadway-Matthew cold.
Angel: I started the soul-having, before it was the cool thing.
Buffy: My god, what are you, twelve?
Willow: It's really nice that you guys missed me. Say, you all didn't happen to do a bunch of drugs, did you?
Xander: Will, we saw you at The Bronze. A vampire.
Willow: I'm not a vampire.
Buffy: You are. I mean, you were. Giles, planning on jumping in with an explanation any time soon?
Giles: Well, uh... something very strange is happening.
Xander: Can you believe the Watcher's Council let this guy go?
Buffy: Well, I gotta look on the bright side. Maybe I can still get kicked out of school.
Xander: Oh, yeah, that's a plan. 'Cause lots of schools aren't on Hellmouths.
Willow: Maybe you could blow something up. They're really strict about that.
Buffy: I was thinking of a more subtle approach, y'know, like excessive not studying.
Giles: The Earth is doomed.
Tara: People do strange things when someone they love dies. When I lost my mother, I did some pretty dumb stuff, like lying to my family and staying out all night.
Anya: Buffy's boinking Spike.
Willow: Oh... well, Tara's right, grief can be powerful and we shouldn't judge...
Tara: Are you kidding? She's nuts.
Buffy: Do we really need weapons for this?
Spike: I just like them. They make me feel all manly.
Angel: See? Whenever we fight you always bring up the vampire thing.
Xander: I can't wait to see Cordelia. I can't believe I can't wait to see Cordelia.
Willow: I wonder what our first homework assignment's gonna be. Hey, you're excited over Cordelia, okay? We've all got issues.
Angel: 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. A date?
Buffy: Nice attempt at casual. Actually, I do have a date. Older man. Very handsome. He likes it when I call him 'Daddy'.
Angel: Huh, your father. It is your father, right?
Xander: Do we hug?
Oz: I think we're too manly.
[Joyce and Dawn are staying with Spike]
Spike: Just don't break anything. And don't make a lotta noise. Passions is coming on.
Joyce: Passions? Oh, do you think Timmy's really dead?
Spike: Oh, no, no. She can just sew him back together. He's a doll, for God's sake.
Joyce: Ah, what about the wedding? I mean, there's no way they're gonna go through with that.
[startling Giles by walking in on him singing]
Spike: You know, for someone who's got "Watcher" on his résumé, you might want to cast an eye to the front door every now and again.
Buffy Bot: Anya. How is your money?
Anya: Fine, thank you for asking.
in the midst of conversation with Willow]
Buffy Bot: You're recently gay.
Gwendolyn Post: The fact is, there is talk in the Council that you have become a bit too... American.
Giles: Me?
Buffy: Him?
Anya: [to a customer who just finished her purchase] Please go.
Xander: Anya, the Shopkeepers of America called. They wanted me to tell you that "Please go" just got replaced with "Have a nice day."
Anya: But I have their money. Who cares what kind of day they have?
Xander: No one. It's just a long cultural tradition of raging insincerity. Embrace
Xander: [singing] It could be witches, some evil witches...
[Willow and Tara glare at him]
Xander: [still singing] ... which is ridiculous 'cause witches, they were persecuted Wicca good, and love the earth, and women power, and I'll be over here.
Xander: So. You bought the magic shop and you were attacked before it even opened. Is anyone up for a resounding chorus of the "I told you so" Symphony?
Jenny Calendar: Right, guys, the first thing we're gonna do is... Buffy.
Xander: Huh? Did I fall asleep already?
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