Cordelia (over Wesley): Check out Giles: The Next Generation.

Giles (Tegen wesley over de boeken): That's everything. Knock yourself out... Please.

Xander: You know, it's not like I haven't helped before. I've done some quality violence for these people.

Willow: Yeah, I'm fine. The shaking is a side effect of the fear.

Xander: Is it hard to play guitar?
Oz: Not the way I play it.

Buffy: I'm way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca.

Buffy: The important thing is I keep up my special birthday tradition of gut-wrenching misery and horror.

Snyder: I love the smell of desperate librarian in the morning.

Angel: What do you want?
Geest van Jenny: I want to die in bed surrounded by fat grandchildren, but guess that's off the menu.

Willow Vampier: Bored now...

Spike: I gave her everything: jewels, beautiful dresses with beautiful girls in them, but nothing made her happy.

Willow: Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of makes me like him again.

Buffy: Giles at sixteen? Less Together Guy, more Bad-Magic-Hates-The-World-Ticking-Time-Bomb Guy

Mr. Trick: Ladies, gentlemen, spiny-headed looking creatures, welcome to SlayerFest '98!

Cordelia: Oz ate someone last night.
Willow: He did not!

Mr. Trick (over Sunnydale): The death rate makes D.C. look like Mayberry.

Xander: Generally speaking, when scary things get scared: not good.

Xander (tegen Cordelia): You don't hide. You're bait. Go act baity

Oz: But we know the world didn't end, 'cause...check it out.

Spike: Billions of people walking around like Happy Meals with legs.