Buffy: Sorry, I pretty much repress anything math related.
Willow: Hey! You're bailing?
Buffy: Yeah. I'm gonna stop by the library and see if Giles wants me to patrol, and then sack it.
Willow: You've been doing that a lot. Patrolling and sacking. In fact, you've kind of been All-Work-And-No-Play Buffy.
Buffy: I play. I have big fun. I came here tonight, didn't I?
Willow: You came. Yow saw. You rejected.
Boy: No! A person doesn't just wake up one day and stop loving somebody. Love is forever.
Boy: DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME, BITCH!
Snyder: I'm sure you know why I asked you here.
Buffy: To thank me?
Snyder: That's right, I wanna thank you. What would Sunnydale High do without you around to incite mayhem, chaos and disorder?
Buffy: I don't incite! I stopped that boy from killing his girlfriend, ask him. Ask the janitor.
Snyder: People can be coerced, Summers. I'm no stranger to conspiracy. I say JFK. I'm a truth seeker. I've got a missing gun and two confused kids on my hands. Pieces of the puzzle. And I'm gonna look at all the pieces carefully and rationally, and I'm gonna keep looking until I know exactly how this is all your fault.
Secretary: Mr. Snyder, Billy Crandal chained himself to the snack machine again.
Snyder: Pathetic little no-life vegan. Not so fast, missy. I'm not done with you yet. You stink of lies.
Willow: Giles! I made them laugh, did you hear? I did the joke thing.
Giles: Yes, yes, so it seems. I-I mean, um, uh, you did indeed. Good, good, good show.
Buffy: I'm telling you, something weird is going on.
Xander: Something weird is going on. Isn't that our school motto?
Willow: Xander, what happened? Did Cordelia win another round in the broom closet?
Xander: You're just a big bucket of funny, Will. I have you know I was just accosted by some kind of, um, locker monster.
Giles: Loch Ness Monster?
Giles: Ooh! Sounds like paranormal phenomena.
Willow: A ghost? Cool!
Xander: Oh, no, no. No. No cool. This was no wimpy chain rattler. This was 'I'm dead as hell, and I'm not gonna take it anymore'.
Giles: Well, despite the Xander-speak, that's a fairly accurate definition of a poltergeist.
Xander: I defined something? Accurately? Guess I'm done with the book learning.
Buffy: So we have some bad boo on our hands?
Buffy: So it's a normal teenager, only dead.
Willow: Well, what can we do? Is there any way to stop it?
Giles: Uh, the only tried and true way is to work out what unresolved issues keep it here, and-and-and, um, resolve them.
Buffy: Fabulous. Now we're Dr. Laura for the deceased.
Spike: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
Angelus: If you don't like it, Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.
Spike: Well, our old place was just fine till you went and had it burned down.
Angelus: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you pretty much got that part down, haven't you?
Spike: Very funny, mate.
Angelus: What can I say? I just love to see you smile, buddy.
Spike: Yeah, you're a giver.
Giles: I think it's very clear what's happening here.
Xander: Fill me in then, cause I've read the book, seen the movie, and I'm still fuzzy about what's going on.
Giles: Yes, well, I, uh, I appreciate your thoughts on the matter, I, in fact I... well, I encourage you to, to always, uh, challenge me, uh, when you feel it's appropriate. You should never be cowed by authority. Except, of course, in this instance, when I am clearly right and you are clearly wrong.
Xander: He's usually Investigate-Things-From-Every-Boring-Angle Guy. Now he's I-Cling-Onto-My-One-Lame-Idea Guy. What gives?
Buffy: What do we know?
Xander: Dog spit is cleaner than human.
Buffy: Besides that?
Xander: Your dreams are getting wicked accurate, Buff. You wouldn't happen to see me coming across some big cash? Or possibly knowing the love of a woman? In a full body sense?
Buffy: He couldn't make her love him, so he killed her. Sicko.
Buffy: He's a murderer and he should pay for it.
Willow: With his life?
Buffy: No, he should be doing sixty years in a prison, breaking rocks and making special friends with Roscoe the Weightlifter.
Xander: Yikes. The quality of mercy is not Buffy.
Cordelia: Perfect. I'm gonna be scarred and swollen. Why didn't they just kill me.
Willow: I've done some homework and found the only solution is the final solution.
Xander: Nuke the school? I like that.
Willow: Not quite. Exorcism.
Cordelia: Are you crazy? I saw that movie! Even the priest died.
Drusilla: The Slayer. It's time, Angel. She's ready for you now. She's dancing. Dancing with death.
Spike: Our man Angel here likes to talk, but he's not much for action. All hat and no cattle.
Xander: Oh yeah, baby. It's snakelicious in here.
Willow: I shall confront and expel all evil.
Cordelia: I shall totally confront and expel all evil.
Xander: Out of marrow and bone...
Buffy: Out of house and home... never to come here again.
Cordelia: Hey. If Sunnydale High School shuts down forever, do we automatically graduate?
Xander: But why? What does he want? Actually, that's an interesting point.
Giles: He's, he's trying to... resolve whatever issues are keepin him in limbo. W-w-what exactly those are, I'm not...
Buffy: He wants forgiveness.
Giles: Yes. I imagine he does. But when James possesses people, they act out exactly what happened that night. So he's experiencing a form of purgatory instead. I mean, he's, he's doomed to, to kill his Ms. Newman over and over and over again, and... forgiveness is impossible.
Buffy: Good. He doesn't deserve it.
Giles: To forgive is an action of compassion, Buffy. It's, it's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it.
Buffy: No. James destroyed the one person he loved the most in a moment of blind passion. And that's not something you forgive. No matter why he did what he did. And no matter if he knows now that it was wrong and selfish and stupid, it's just something he's gonna have to live with.
Xander: He can't live with it, Buff. He's dead.
Cordelia: Okay. Over-identify much?
Buffy: You're the only one. The only person I can talk to.
Angelus: Gosh, Buff. That's really pathetic.
Buffy: You can't make me disappear just because you say it's over.
Angelus: Actually... I can. In fact... I just want you to be able to have some kind of normal life. We can never have that, don't you see?
Buffy: I don't give a damn about a normal life! I'm going crazy not seeing you. I think about you every minute.
Ms. Newman: I know. But it's over. It has to be!
Buffy: Come back here! We're not finished! You don't care anymore, is that it?
Angelus: It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter what I feel.
Buffy: Then tell me you don't love me!
James: Say it!
Ms. Newman: Is that what you need to hear? Will that help? I don't.
Angelus: I don't. Now let me go.
Buffy: No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! Love is forever. I'm not afraid to use it, I swear! If I can't be with you...
Angelus: Oh, my God!
James: DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME...
Buffy: ...BITCH! Stop it! Stop it! Don't make me!
Angelus: All right. Just...
Ms. Newman: You know you don't want to dot this. Let's both... just calm down. Now give me the gun."
James: Don't. Don't do that, damn it!
Buffy: Don't talk to me like I'm some stupid...
Angelus: Dont' do this.
Buffy: But-but I killed you.
Angelus: It was an accident. It wasn't your fault.
Buffy: Oh, it is my fault. How could I...
Angelus: Shhh. I'm the one who should be sorry, James. You thought I stopped loving you. But I never did. I love you with my last breath. Shhh... No more tears.
Cordelia: Yep. School can open again tomorrow.
Xander: Explain to me againhow that's a good thing.
Cordelia: I'm drawing a blank.
Buffy: James picked me. I guess... I guess I was the one he could relate to. He was so sad.
Giles: Well... they can both rest now.
Buffy: I still... A part of me just doesn't understand why she would forgive him.
Giles: Does it matter?
Buffy: No. I guess not.
Drusilla: What was it? A demon?
Drusilla: Poor Angel.
Angelus: No can do, Dru. I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. Gotta travel light. Sorry. Try to have fun without me.
Spike: Oh, I will. Sooner than you think.