Giles: "You've enslaved yourself to this, this... cult?"
Buffy: "You don't like the colors?"

Giles: "Do you ignore everything I say as a rule?"
Buffy: "No, I believe that's your trick."

Buffy: "And you'll be stopping me how?"
Giles: "By appealing to your common sense, if such a creature exists."

Xander: "Ooh, stretchy! Where was I?"
Willow: "You were pretending that seeing scantily-clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience."
Xander: "Who said I was pretending?"

Amy: "Oh, how I hate this, let me count the ways."

Buffy: "That much quality time with my mom would probably lead to some quality matricide."

Willow: "That girl's on fire!"
Cordelia: "Enough of the hyperbole!"

Giles: "That's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth. There's a virtual cornucopia of, of fiends and devils and, and ghouls to engage....Pardon me for finding the glass half full."

Buffy: "You guys don't have to get involved."
Xander: "What do you mean? We're a team. Aren't we a team?"
Willow: "Yeah, you're the Slayer. We're, like, the Slayerettes."

Xander: "I laugh in the face of danger, and then I hide until it goes away."

Buffy: "I'm not in trouble."
Joyce: "No, not yet."

Willow: "Yeah, her mom's kinda..."
Buffy: "Nazi-like?"
Willow: "Heil."

Cordelia: "I have a dream. It's me on the cheerleading squad, adored by every varsity male as far as the eye can see! We have to achieve our dreams, Amy. Otherwise we...wither and die!"

Xander: (refering to Buffy) "So, it's pretty much like we're going out."
Willow: "Yeah, except without the hugging or kissing...or her knowing about it."

Xander: "That's why you're so cool! You're like a guy! You're my guy friend that knows about girl stuff."
Willow: "Oh great. I'm a guy."

Xander: "One of those girls hit me really hard. We should test for steroids."

Xander: "For I am Xander, King of Cretins. May all lesser cretins bow before me."

Giles: "Why should anyone want to harm Cordielia?"
Willow: "Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?"

Buffy: "Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair."
Joyce: "This is Gidget hair. Don't they teach you anything in History?"

Buffy: ""Have you seen the kids who work on the yearbook? Nerds pick on them."

Xander: "Cordelia hasn't been mean to me all day. Is it something I've done?"

Willow: "You're not invisible to Buffy."
Xander: "It's worse. I'm just a part of the scenery. Like an old shoe, or a rug that you walk on every day but don't really see it."
Willow: "Like a pen that's all chewed up and you know you should throw it away. But you don't, not because you like is so much, more cause you're just used to it."
Xander: "Well, yeah, that is the point. You don't have to drive it through my head like a railroad spike."

Cordelia: "I don't wanna' drive today, Mr. Pole."
Mr. Pole: "You've flunked Driver's Ed. twice already. Show me some moves or you'll be taking the bus to college."

Xander: "First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale."

Giles: "Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?"
Willow: "Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?"

Willow: "Amy!"
Buffy: "Amy!"
Xander: "So, you guys are leaning towards Amy?"

Giles: "Let me be sure I have this right: this witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells... so that she can become a cheerleader?"

Xander: "It's not what you think!"
Willow: "You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?"
Xander: "Oh, well, I guess it is what you think."

Xander: "We're right behind you, only further back."

Buffy: "The test was positive. She's our Sabrina."

Buffy: "You're my friend! My Xander-shaped friend!"

Buffy: "You saved my life. You were a god!"

Joyce: "I've been doing a lot of thinking about... where you're coming from, how to relate to you... and I've come to a very simple conclusion: I don't get it."
Buffy: "I'm inscrutable, huh?"
Joyce: "You're sixteen. I think there's a, a biological imperative whereby I can't understand you because I'm not sixteen."

Cordelia: "Hey, I'm really sorry you guys got bumped back to alternates...hold it, wait, no I'm not."

Amy: "Well, I know that I'll miss the intelectual thrill of spelling out words with my arms."

Cordelia: "Oooh, these grapes are sour."