Willow: "As Seniors, we can go off-campus now for lunch. It's no longer cutting. It's legal! Heck, it's expected!"

Willow: "You can't just rush into this, you know?"
Xander and Oz each grap one of Willows arms and start to pull her across the street.
Willow: "Ohh!"

Willow: "Oh, but, no! What if they changed the rule without telling? What if they're lying in wait to arrest me and throw me in detention and mar my unblemished record?

Willow: "Maybe we shouldn't be too coupley around Buffy."
Cordelia: "Oh, you mean cause of how the only guy that ever liked her turned into a vicious killer and had to be put down like a dog?"
Xander: "Can she cram complex issues into a nutshell, or what?"

Oz: "Alright, prepare to uncouple...uncouple.

Xander: "Buffy, banned from campus, but not from our hearts. How are ya, and what's for lunch?

Cordelia: "When did you become Martha Stewart?"
Buffy: "First of all, Martha Stewart knows jack about hand-cut prosciutto."
Xander: "I don't believe she slays, either."
Oz: "Oh, I hear she can, but she doesn't like to."

Willow: "He wanted to ask you out last year, but you weren't ready then. But I think you're ready now, or at least in the state of pre-readiness to make conversation, or to do that thing with your mouth that boys like."
Buffy: "..."
Willow: "Oh! I didn't mean the bad thing with your mouth, I meant that little half-smile thing that you....You're supposed to stop me when I do that."
Oz: "I like when you do that."

Willow: "I think that went very well. Don't you think that went very well?"
Cordelia: "He didn't try to slit our throats or anything. That's progress."

Xander: "Oh, you wanna date. I saw that half-smile, you little slut." (Xander laughs and Buffy punches him hard on the arm.)Xander: (Still smiling and laughing) "Ha ha ha...ow." (winces and holds his arm.)

Buffy: "Alright, yes, date and shop and hang out and go to school and save the world from unspeakable demons. You know, I wanna do girlie stuff!"

Trick: "I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers, you know, strictly the Caucasian Persuasion here in the 'Dale. But, you know, you just gotta stand up and salute their death rate."

Trick: "It makes D.C. look like Mayberry, and ain't nobody saying boo about it."

Kakistos: "The Slayer. I'm going to rip her spine from her body, and I'm going to eat her heart and suck the marrow from her bones."
Trick: "Now I'm hungry"

Angel: "Go to hell!! I did."

Joyce: "Morning, Sunshine! Ready to face the beast?"

Snyder: "Two -- that you provide, in writing, one glowing letter of recommendation from any member of our faculty who is not an English librarian."

Snyder: "Three -- that you complete an interview (stands up) with our school psychologist who must conclude that your violent tendencies..." "...are under control."

Joyce: "I'm not sure I like your attitude, Mr. Snyder. I spoke with the school board, and according to them--"
Snyder: "I'm required to educate every juvenile who is not in jail where she belongs."

Buffy: "So let me get this straight. I'm really back in school because the school board overruled you. Wow. That's like having your whole ability to do this job called into question, when you think about it."
Joyce: "I think what my daughter's trying to say is: Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah, nah."

Willow: "Have you ever noticed, though, when he is mad, but he's too English to say anything, he makes that weird cluck- cluck sound with his tongue?"
Buffy: "Hi, Giles!"
Willow: "Oh, hi! Been there long?"

Buffy: "Okay, Acathla, huh? What are you doing, making him some demon pizza?"

Buffy: "Big fight. Angel got the pointy end of the sword, Acathla sucked him into Hell instead of the world. That's about the it."

Buffy: "Oh, no, I have to go take an English makeup exam. They give you credit just for speaking it, right?"
Giles and Willow: "..."
Buffy: "Oh...."

Willow: "Mmm, sage. I love that smell. And marnox root. You know, a smidge of this mixed with a virgin's saliva..."
Giles: "???" Willow: "...does something I know nothing about."

Giles: "What have you been conjuring?"
Willow: "Nothing...much."

Willow: "[Small] stuff: floating feather, fire out of ice, which next time I won't do on the bedspread."

Willow: "Are you mad at me?"
Giles: "No, of course not, no. If I were, I would be making a strange clucking sound with my tongue."

Buffy: "Hello, my life, how I've missed you."

Willow: "Hi, Scott! What are you doing here?"
Scott: "You told me if I came after eight, I could run into Buffy. Uh, I'm sorry. I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul. Or the skin actually. It makes me blotch."

Willow: "Come on, Buffy. I mean, the guy is charm and normal, which is what you wanted to get back to."
Oz: "Plus bonus points for use of the word 'mosey'."

Cordelia: "Check out Slut-O-Rama and her Disco Dave. What was the last thing that guy danced to, K.C. and the Sunshine Band?"

Buffy: "I don't think that guy thrives on sunshine."

Willow: "That's not what making out sounds like, unless I'm doing it wrong."

Oz: "I'm gonna go out on a limb and say there's a new Slayer in town."

Xander: "Wow! They should film that story and show it every Christmas."

Faith: "Isn't it crazy how slayin' just always makes you hungry and horny?"
Buffy squirms.
Buffy: "Well...sometimes I crave a nonfat yogurt afterwards."

Cordelia: "Xander? Find a new theme."

Buffy: "Uh...oh! Oh, do you guys remember the Three? That's right, you never met the Three."

Willow: "Oz is a werewolf."
Buffy: "It's a long story."
Oz: "I got bit."
Buffy: "Apparently not that long."
Faith: "Hey, as long as you don't go scratchin' at me or humpin' my leg, we're five-by-five, you know?"
Oz: "Fair enough."

Faith: "The vamps, though, they better get their asses to Defcon One, cause you and I are gonna have fun, you know? Watcherless and fancy-free."

Giles: "It's a great honor to be invited. Or so I'm told."
Faith: "Oh, it's boring. Way too stuffy for a guy like you."
Buffy: "Um, maybe I should introduce you again. Faith, this is Giles."
Faith: "I see him. If I'd have known they came that young and cute, I would've requested a transfer."
Buffy: "Raise your hand if 'ew'."

Giles: "Leaving aside for a moment my youth and beauty, I'd say it was fortuitous that Faith arrived when she did."

Willow: "Aha!"
Buffy: "..."
Willow: "Sorry. I just meant...aha! There's big evil brewin'. You'll never be bored here, Faith. Cause this is Sunnydale, home of the big brewin' evil."

Willow: "You know, you can hang out with us whlie she's testing. You wanna?"
Xander: "Say 'yes' and, uh, bring your stories."
Buffy: "You guys go. It's fine. Fine. I'll just... sit."

Buffy: "Giles, look, I've got make-up tests to pass, missing people in Sunset Ridge, and a zesty new Slayer to feed. Next time I kill Angel, I'll video it."

Willow: "And over here, we have the cafeteria, where we were mauled by snakes."
Xander: "And this is the spot where Angel tried to kill Willow."
Willow: "Oh, and over there in the lounge is where Spike and his gang nearly massacred us all on parent-teacher night. Oh, and up those stairs, I was sucked into a muddy grave."
Xander: "And they say young people don't learn anything in high school nowadays, but, um, I've learned to be afraid."

Faith: "You guys are a hoot and a half. I mean, if I had friends like you in high school, I...probably still would've dropped out, but I might've been sad about it, you know?"

Cordelia: "What is it with you and Slayers? Maybe I should dress up as one and put a stake to your throat."
Xander: "Oh, please, God, don't let that be sarcasm."

Cordelia: "Does anyone believe that is her actual hair color?"

Willow: "Hey, maybe Faith and Scott could hit it off. I mean, if you're done with him. Not that you used him."

Buffy: "Why am I seeing a look?"
Willow: "You really do need to find the fun, B."
Buffy: "..."
Willow: "Uffy."

Trick: "I mean, you know, you get the hankering for the blood of a fifteen year old Filipina, and I'm on the Net and she's here the next day, express air."

Joyce: "So you're a Slayer too. Isn't that interesting. Do you like it?"

Faith: "Well, when I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away and I only know one thing: that I'm gonna win and they're gonna lose. I like that feelin'."
Buffy: "Well, sure. Beats that dead feeling you get when they win and you lose."

Joyce: "Buffy can be awfully negative sometimes. See, honey, you gotta fight that.

Joyce: "I like this girl, Buffy."
Buffy: "She's very personable. She gets along with my friends, my Watcher, my mom. Look, now she's getting along with my fries."
Joyce: "Now, Buffy...."
Buffy: "Plus, at school today, she was making eyes at my not-boyfriend. This is creepy."
Joyce: "Does anybody else think Faith is creepy?"
Buffy: "No, but I'm the one getting single-white-femaled here."

Buffy: "Mom, the only way you get a new Slayer is when the old Slayer dies."
Joyce: "Then that means you.... When did you die? You never told me you died!"
Buffy: "No, i-it was just for a few minutes."

Joyce: "Oh, I hate this. I hate your life."

Joyce: "I have tried to march in the Slayer Pride parade, but... I don't want you to die."

Buffy: "I'm not gonna die. I know how to do my job."

Buffy: "I've got help now. I've got all the help I can stand."

Faith: "Didn't we, um, do this street already?"
Buffy: "Funny thing about vamps. They'll hit a street even after you've been there. It's like they have no manners."

Faith: "I'm five-by-five, B, living entirely large, actually wondering about your problem."
Buffy: "Well, I may not sleep in the nude and rassle alligators...."
Faith: "Maybe it's time you started, cause obviously something in your bottle needs uncorking."

Faith: "What are you getting so strung out for, B?"
Buffy: "Why are your lips still moving, F?"
Faith: "Did I just hear a threat?"
Buffy: "Would you like to?"
Faith: "Wow. Think you can take me?"
Buffy: "Yeah. I just hope they can't!"

Faith: "My dead mother hits harder than that!"

Faith: "Gee, if doing violence to vampires upsets you, I think you're in the wrong line of work."

Buffy: "The job is to slay demons. Not beat them to a bloody pulp while their friends corner me."

Giles: "What you must realize, Buffy, is that you and Faith have very different temperaments."
Buffy: "Yeah, and mine's the sane one. The girl's not playing with a full deck, Giles. She has almost no deck. She has a three."

Giles: "She doesn't have a whole other life here, as you do."
Buffy: "She doesn't need a life. She has mine."
Giles: "I think you're being a little...."
Buffy: "No, I'm being a lot. I know that."

Giles: "I'll see if I can reach her Watcher at the retreat. They're eight hours ahead now. Yes, they're probably sitting down to a nightcap. I wonder if they still kayak. I used to love a good kayak. You see, they don't even consider...."
Buffy: "..."
Giles: "Sorry, I digress."

Buffy: "No tats. Crappy dressers. And, uh, oh, the one that nearly bit me mentioned something about kissing toast. He lived for kissing toast."
Giles: "Do you mean 'Kakistos'?"
Buffy: "Maybe it was taquitos. Maybe he lived for taquitos. What?"
Giles: "Kakistos."
Buffy: "Is that bad?"

Giles: "You think he and Faith are connected?"
Buffy: "Giles, there are two things that I don't believe in: coincidence and leprechauns."
Giles: "Well, Buffy, it's entirely possible that they arrived here by chance simultaneously."
Buffy: "Okay, but I was right about the leprechauns, right?"
Giles: "As far as I know."

Buffy: "I'm gonna' talk to Faith, see if khaki trousers rings--."
Giles: "Kakistos."
Buffy: "Kakistos rings a bell... or an alarm."

Scott: "Think of this as my last-ditch effort. I realize that one more is gonna qualify as stalking."

Scott: "Keaton is key."

Scott: "The guy in the retro shop said that it represents friendship, and that's something I would very much like to have with you."
Buffy takes the box, looks up at him and back at the box. She takes off the lid and looks at what's inside. It's a Claddagh ring.
Scott: "You like?"

Faith: "You can mind your own business. I'm the one that can handle this."
Buffy: "Yeah. You're a real bad-ass when it comes to packing."

Buffy: "Faith, you run, he runs after you."
Faith: "That's where the head start comes in handy."

Buffy: "Scream later! Escape now!"

Buffy: "Faith, first rule of slaying: don't die."

Trick: "If we don't do something, the Master could get killed.... Well, our prayers are with him."

Buffy: "You hungry?"
Faith: "Starved."

Buffy: "But i-it was... it was too late, and I, I had to. So I, I told him that I loved him...and I kissed him...and I killed him."

Buffy: "Wow, if I knew I was gonna' go on this long, I probably would've brought some water."

Scott: "I don't know, Buffy. I'm, I'm really gonna have to think about this."
Buffy: "..."
Scott: "Okay. You know what, I thought about it, and I'm in. When do you want to go?"