Buffy: Rough day at the office.
Angel: So I see.
Buffy: Hey, it's a look. A seasonal look.
Cordelia: Buffy, I love the hair. It just screams street urchin.
Buffy: Know what? I need to go... put a bag over my head.
Angel: Don't listen to her. Please. You look fine.
Buffy: You're sweet. A terrible liar, but sweet.
Angel: I thought we had...
Buffy: A date. So did I. But who am I kidding? Dates are things normal girls have. Girls who have time to think about nail polish and facials. You know what I think about? Ambush tactics. Beheading. Not exactly the stuff dreams are made of.
Buffy: Gosh, I'd love to sign up, but I recently developed carpal tunnel syndrom, and can tragically no longer hold a flashlight.
Xander: Halloween quiet? Oh, I figured it'd be a big old vamp scareapalooza.
Buffy: Not according to Giles. He swears tomorrow night is, like, dead for the undead. They stay in.
Xander: Those wacky vampires, that's why I love 'em. They just keep ya guessing.
Xander: Hey, Lar. You're lookin Cro-Mag as usual. What can I do you for?
Larry: You and Buffy, you're just friends, right?
Xander: I like to think of it less as a friendship and more as a solid foundation for future bliss.
Xander: I'm gonna do what any man would do about it: somethin' damn manly.
Buffy: Get gone. Ooo! Diet!
Buffy: I think I just violated the guy code big time.
Willow: Poor Xander. Boys are so fragile. Speaking of, how was your date last night?
Buffy: Misfire. I was late due to unscheduled slayage. Showed up looking trashed.
Willow: Was he mad?
Buffy: Actually he was pretty unmad. Which probably had something to do with the fact that Cordelia was drooling in his cappuccino.
Buffy: Ms. Calendar said you were a babe.
Giles: She said what?
Buffy: Well, she said that you were a... h-hunk of burning... something or other. So, whadaya think of that?
Giles: Uh, I... I don't, um, uh... A burning hunk of what?
Buffy: Look. You know how disgusting it is for me to even contemplate you grownups having smoochies, but I think you should go for it.
Giles: Buffy, I appreciate your interest, but...
Buffy: But I've overstepped my bounds. It's none of my business, you know. What was I thinking? My God! Shame, shame. I gotta go.
Giles: A babe? I can live with that.
Cordelia: So, what's his story anyway? I mean, I never see him around.
Willow: Not during the day, anyway.
Cordelia: Oh, please. Don't tell me he still lives at home. Like, he has to wait for his dad to get back before he can take the car?
Buffy: Cordelia, I think his parents have been dead for a couple of hundred years.
Cordelia: Oh, good. I mean... What?
Buffy: Angel's a vampire. I thought you knew.
Cordelia: Oh, he's a vampire. Of course! But the cuddly kind. Like a Carebear with fangs?
Willow: It's true.
Cordelia: You know what I think? I just think you're trying to scare me offf cause you're afraid of the competition. Look, Buffy, you may be hot stuff when it comes to demonology or whatever, but when it comes to dating, I'm the Slayer.
Willow: Oh, I don't get wild. Wild on me equals spaz.
Buffy: Hey, look, Xander... I'm... really sorry about this morning.
Xander: Do you mind, Buffy? I'm trying to repress.
Buffy: Okay, then I promise, from now on I'll let you get pummeled.
Xander: Thank you. Okay, y'know, actually I think I could've t... Hello! That was our touching reconciliation moment there.
Spike: She's tricky. Baby likes to play.
Drusilla: Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?
Spike: Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.
Drusilla: You know what I miss? Leeches.
Xander: Hey, Will! That's aaa fine boo you got there.
Oz: Hey, Cordelia. Jeez, you're like a great big cat.
Cordelia: It's my costume.
Cordelia: Is Mr. I'm-the-lead-singer-I'm-so great-I-don't-have-to-show-up-for-my-date-or-even-call gonna be there?
Oz: Yeah, y'know, he's just going by Devon now.
Cordelia: Well, you can tell him that I don't care, and that I didn't even mention it. And that I didn't even see you. So that's just fine.
Oz: So, what do I tell him?
Cordelia: Nothing! Jeez! Get with the program.
Oz: Why can't I meet a nice girl like that?
Oz: Oh! I'm sorry.
Oz: I'm sorry.
Buffy: A DEMON! A DEMON! A DEMOM!
Willow: That's not a demon. It's a car.
Buffy: What does it want?
Xander: Is this woman insane?
Xander: I just want you to know that I'm taking a lot on faith here.
Willow: She couldn't've dressed up like Xena?
Cordelia: That's nice Willow. And you went mental when?
Willow: You know us?
Cordelia: Yeah. Lucky me. What's with the name game?
Willow: A lot's going on.
Cordelia: No kidding. I was just attacked by Jo-Jo, the Dog-Faced Boy. Look at my costume! Do you really think that Partytown's gonna give me my deposit back? Not on the likely.
Spike: Well! This is just... neat!
Cordelia: They don't know who they are, everyone's turned into a monster, it's a whole big thing. How are you? ...Do you mind?
Xander: You take the princess and secure the kitchen. Catwoman, you're with me.
Buffy: But, I dont' want to go with you! I-I like the man with the musket!
Buffy: Do you have a musket?
Giles: Janus. Roman mythical god.
Willow: What does that mean?
Giles: Primarily the division of self. Male and female, light and dark.
Ethan: Chunky and creamy. Oh, no, sorry, that's peanut butter.
Ethan: Hello, Ripper.
Cordelia: What's your deal? Take a pill!
Xander: It's strange, but beating up that pirate gave me a weird sense of closure.
Ethan: Don't wish to blow my own trumpet, but it's genius. The very embodimetn of 'be careful what you wish for'.
Cordelia: Oh, faboo, more clinging.
Spike: Look at you. Shaking. Terrified. Alone. Lost little lamb. I love it.
Buffy: Hi, honey. I'm home. You know what? It's good to be me.
Oz: Who is that girl?