Willow: "That's right, big boy. Come and get it."

Willow: "He's getting away! And…ow."

Oz scrambles to his feet and picks up his stake. He watches the demon running and holds his stake by the tip, preparing to throw it like a knife. Andrew leaps over a rock and continues running. Oz throws the stake. It whistles through the air as it flies end over end, and hits the rock, bouncing off of it with a loud thunk and flying wild.
Oz: (shaking his head) "That really never works."

Xander: "First of all, what was with the acrobatics? How did that happen?"
Oz: "Wasn't Andy Hoelich on the gymnastics team?"
Xander: "That's right, he was! Cheater!"

Xander: "'Come and get it, big boy?'"
Willow: "Well, well, the Slayer always says a pun or-or a witty play on words, and I think it throws the vampires off, and, and it makes them *frightened* because I'm wisecracking. Okay, I didn't really have a chance to work on that one, but *you* try it every time."
Oz: "Uh, if I may suggest, 'This time it's personal.' I mean, there's a reason why it's a classic."

Xander: "I've always been amazed with how Buffy fought, but, in a way, I feel like we took her punning for granted."
Willow: "Xander, past tense rule."
Xander: "Oh, sorry. I just meant we in the past took it for granted and, uh, we won't when she gets back."

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."
Xander: "…" Willow: "Hey, you're excited over Cordelia, okay? We've all got issues."

Buffy: "How did you find me here?"
Angel: "If I was blind, I would see you."

Buffy: "Stay with me."
Angel: "Forever. That's the whole point. I'll never leave, not even if you kill me."

Lily: "Can we get cake?"
Rickie: "Don't be stupid. We gotta eat healthy. We can't have cake. Can we get pie?"
Buffy: "We've got a peach pie. I can't guarantee there's a peach in it."

Giles: "So, no joy at the cemetery?"
Willow: "No, he got away. We still have some glitches in the system. Like... vampires getting away. But I think we're improving."

Giles: "For God's sake be careful. I mean, uh, I appreciate your efforts to keep the vampire population down until Buffy returns, but, uh... Well, if anything should happen to you and…you should be killed, I should take it somewhat amiss."
Willow: "You'd be cranky?"
Giles: "Entirely."
Willow: "Well, we try not to get killed. That's part of our whole mission statement. 'Don't get killed.'"
Giles: "Good."

Willow: "How was your summer?"
Cordelia: "Oh, I can't believe you brought that up. Las Palmas was the nightmare resort. They order you around and make you have organized 'fun', and I used sarcastic quote marks. Plus the fact there are cockroaches in Mexico big enough to own property. It was all about dread."

Cordelia: "Is Xander around?"
Willow: "Well, uh, yeah. Somewhere."
Cordelia: "Good. Great. I haven't seen him yet. Do I look okay?"
Willow: "Oh, yeah!"
Cordelia: "How's my hair?"
Willow: "Uh, it's good!"
Cordelia: "He didn't meet anybody over the summer, did he? No, who's he gonna meet in Sunnydale, but monsters and stuff? But then again he's always been attracted to monsters. How's my hair?"
Willow: "Still good."

Cordelia: "Maybe he's forgotten me. Well, I'll just have to make him remember. See ya."

Willow: "You came to visit me. You came with books? Are they books for me?"
Oz: "Well, actually, they're kind of for me."
Willow: "I don't get it."
Oz: "Well, it's sort of a funny story. You remember when I didn't graduate?"
Willow: "Well, I know you had a lot of incompletes, but that's what summer school was for."
Oz: "Yeah. Well, you remember when I didn't go?"

Teacher: "Whoa! Slow down, people. Summer is over. Be somber."

Willow: "But you never said anything. How am I supposed to react to this rather alarming news?"
Oz: "Well, actually, I was pretty much banking on you finding it cute."
Willow: "Well, traditionally, you know, repeating a grade isn't exactly a turn-on. You're Mr. Test Scores. I-it's all a little weird."
Oz: "So the cute thing is out?"

Xander: "I don't want to come on too geeky, but, uh, okay, I'm psyched! There's gonna be some heat, if you know what I mean. So you guys might want to duck and cover. And I'm starting to be geeky. Okay, bye." (he goes, but comes right back) "How's my..."
Willow: "Your hair is fine."
Xander: "Cool."

Larry: "This is our year, I'm telling you. Best football season ever. I'm so in shape, I'm a rock. It's all about egg whites. If we can focus, keep discipline, and not have quite as many mysterious deaths, Sunnydale is gonna *rule*!"

Willow: "I'm trying to get to cute, really. But I'm still sorta stuck on 'strange.'"
Oz: "Well, I'd be willing to bargain down to 'eccentric' with an option on 'cool.'"

Xander: "Hey!"
Cordelia: "Hey."
Xander: "Good summer?"
Cordelia: "It was all right."
Xander: "Cool!"
Cordelia: "Yeah."
Xander: "Well, I'll see ya."
Cordelia: "Yeah, whatever."

Giles: "I have a lead."
Giles: "A friend in Oakland has a-a-a sketchy report of a young girl fending off a group of vampires about a week ago. There's a plane out in about an hour."
Xander: "And what makes this different from the last nine leads?"
Giles: "Well, there's a meal on this flight."

Willow: "You don't think maybe he'll find her?"
Xander: "I think he'll find her when she wants to be found."

Xander: "Boy, I'm glad we showed up for 'Depressing Night.'"

Willow: "I wonder what she's doing right now."
Xander: "Oh, I know what she's doin'. Gabbing to all of her friends about her passionate affair with Pedro the Cabana Boy, laughing about me, thinking how she still might have feelings about me."
Willow: "…"
Xander: "Oh, it's possible you were talking about Buffy."
Willow: "It's possible."

Oz: "I don't know. I think we're kinda getting a rhythm down."
Xander: "We're losing half the vamps."
Oz: "Yeah, but... rhythmically."

Joyce: "No Buffy."
Giles: "No vampires. Bunch of school kids in heavy mascara listening to extremely silly music."

Giles: "Joyce, you mustn't blame yourself for her leaving."
Joyce: "I don't. I blame you."

Giles: "I didn't make Buffy who she is."
Joyce: "And who exactly is she?"

Lily: "You, you know how to do stuff."
Buffy: "I don't. Not anymore."

Lily: "We gave blood lots of times 'cause you get a few bucks. And they have cookies!"
Buffy: "You're a fan of the sugar rush?"
Lily: "It's nice."

Buffy: "This'll probably go faster if we split up."
Lily: "Can I come with you?"
Buffy: "Okay, where did I lose you on the whole splitting up thing?"

Lily: "Is it 'cause of you?"
Buffy: "What?"
Lily: "You know about monsters and stuff. You could have brought this with you."
Buffy: "I didn't bring anything with me. And I didn't ask for you to come to me with your problems. I just wanted to be left alone."

Buffy: "Candidate for what?"
Nurse: "What are you doing?"
Buffy: "Breaking into your office and going through your private files. Candidate for what?"

Nurse: "I'm calling the police."
She steps toward Buffy to get to the phone. Buffy reaches over to the phone and yanks it off of the wall. It falls to the desk with its wires torn.

Nurse: "You're getting yourself in a lot of trouble."
Buffy: "I don't want any trouble. I just want to be alone and quiet in a room with a chair and a fireplace and a tea cozy. I don't even know what a tea cozy is, but I want one. Instead, I keep getting trouble, which I am more than willing to share."

Cordelia: "Why do I have to be bait? I'm always bait. Why can't Willow be bait?"

Xander: "Go away. This is my hiding spot."
Cordelia: "Where do I hide?"
Xander: "You don't hide. You're bait. Go act baity."

Cordelia: "What's the plan?"
Xander: "The vampire attacks you."
Cordelia: "And then what?"
Xander: "The vampire kills you. We watch, we rejoice."

Cordelia: "Everything's a joke with you."
Xander: "No, just our relationship."
Cordelia: "What relationship?"
Xander: "Oh, that's right, I forgot. We actually want to bury that piece of the past, don't we?"

Buffy: "You know, I just...I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and I thought, hey, what's with all the sin? I need to change. I'm... I'm dirty. I'm, I'm bad with the... sex and the envy and that, that loud music us kids listen to nowadays. Uh, oh, I just suck at undercover. Where's Ken?"

Ken: "Ow! My face! Do you have any idea how hard it is to glue that thing on?!"

Xander: "Let me ask: how long did it take you to forget me? Were you still taxiing down the runway, or was it actually in the cab?"
Cordelia: "Oh, yeah, Mr. Faithful? You probably met up with some hot little Inca Mummy Girl. Yeah! I heard about her."

Buffy: "Where?"
Lily: "Hell."
Buffy: "This isn't Hell."
Ken: "Isn't it?"
Buffy: (In pains) "Unh..." (rubs her forehead)
Ken: "What is Hell but the total absence of hope? The substance, the tactile proof of despair."

Guard: "Who are you?"
Buffy: "I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer. And you are...?"

Ken: "Humans don't fight back! That's how this works!"

Ken: "That was not permitted."
Buffy: "Yeah, but it was fun."

Ken: "You've got guts. I think I'd like to slice you open and play with them."

Buffy: (grunting) "Okay... this... works... the abs...and...the glutes. I'm gonna feel this for a week!"

Buffy: "Hey, Ken, wanna see my impression of Gandhi?"
She wields back the club and brings it down hard onto his head, crushing his skull.
Lily: "Gandhi?"
Buffy: "Well, you know, if he was really pissed off."

Buffy: "Let me give you the tour." She walks into the main room and slowly turns to face Lily. "This concludes our tour."

Cut to the kitchen at the Summers house. Joyce is trying to get a stuck utensil out of the dishwasher. There's a knock at the door, and Joyce looks up startled. She frowns at the fork she pulled out and puts it down. She gets up, grabs a towel and heads for the front door, wiping her hands. In the dining room she pauses and looks toward the door, suddenly wondering who might be there. She drapes the towel over a chair and slowly goes to the door. When she opens it, there stands Buffy, looking sad, tired and disheveled. For a long moment they just look at each other without saying a word. Then they step toward each other and hold each other close for a long, tight embrace.