Giles: "Meantime, if you ask me, there are better uses for the Slayers' time."
Wesley: "Ah. But I don't believe I did. Ask you."
Cordelia: "Don't let me interrupt. Wait. Let me interrupt. I'm in a hurry."
Cordelia: "Check out Giles: The Next Generation. What's your deal?"
Wesley: "Uh, I, uh... Well... I'm a..."
Faith: "New Watcher."
Wesley: "Does everybody know about you?"
Buffy: "She's a friend."
Cordelia: "Let's not exaggerate. So... You're the new Watcher."
Wesley: "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce."
Cordelia: "I like a man with two last names. I'm Cordelia."
Wesley: "And you teach psychology."
Cordelia: "I take psychology."
Giles: "She's a student."
Wesley: "Oh, well. I, uh... Yes. In fact, I am... here to watch... girls. Uh, uh, Buffy and Faith, to be specific."
Cordelia: "Well, it's about time we got some fresh blood around here."
Wesley: "My. She is cheeky, isn't she?"
Faith: "Uh, first word: jail; second word: bait."
Willow: "Hey. Where's Faith? I-I saw her around. Figured you two were gonna go kill some more nasty stuff."
Angel: "Your hand."
Buffy: "Oh. It's okay."
Wilkins: "It's not working."
Trick: "It's supposed to do something besides shred?"
Wilkins: "It's supposed to cheer me up. Usually using the shredder gives me a lift. It's fun."
Trick: "And today you're not getting the ya-yas."
Wilkins: "No. Guess it'll take more than this to turn my frown upside down. I just don't understand why Allan would leave such a paper trail about our dealings. Do you think he was gonna betray me? Oh, now, that's a horrible thought. And now he's dead, I'll never have the chance to scold him."
Trick: "Maybe this will change your mood."
Wilkins: "What is this?"
Trick: "Bombshell. The Deputy Mayor had wodden splinters in his wound. Struck right through the heart with a sharp, pointed object. Now, word is, someone was fighting vampires not a block away from the scene. Any smart money says it was a Slayer who did this job."
Wilkins: "Why? Do you think he talked? To them?"
Trick: "If he did, I'm thinking he said the wrong thing."
Wilkins: "Well, this is exciting. A Slayer up for Murder One. That's sunshine and roses to me. It really is."
Faith: "He came out of nowhere."
Buffy: "I know."
Faith: "Whatever. I'm not lookin to hug and cry and learn and grow. I'm just saying it happened quick, you know?"
Faith: "So the Mayor of Sunnydale is a Black Hat. That's a shocker, huh?"
Buffy: "Actually, yeah. I didn't get the bad guy vibe off of him."
Faith: "When are you gonna learn, B? It doesn't matter what kind of vibe you get off a person. Cause nine times out of ten, the face they're showing you is not the real one."
Faith: "You're still not seeing the big picture, B. Something made us different. We're warriors. We're built to kill."
Buffy: "To kill demons! But it does not mean that we get to pass judgement on people like we're better than everybody else!"
Faith: "We are better! That's right, better. People need us to survive. In the balance, nobody's gonna cry over some random bystander who got caught in the crossfire."
Buffy: "I am."
Buffy: "I need to talk to you."
Willow: "Good. Cause I've been letting things fester. And I don't like it. I wanna be fester-free."
Buffy: "Yeah. Me, too."
Willow: "I mean, don't get me wrong. I-I completely understand why you and Faith have been doing the bonding thing. You guys work together. You... You should get along."
Buffy: "It's more complicated than that."
Willow: "But, see, it's that exact thing that-that's just ticking me off! It's this whole 'Slayers only' attitude. I mean, since when wouldn't I understand? You, you talk to me about everything. I-it's liek all of a sudden I-I'm not cool enough for you because I can't kill things with my bare hands... Oh! Oh, Buffy! Don't cry. I'm sorry. I-I was too hard on you. Sometimes I unleash. I-I don't know my own strength. I-i-it's bad. I-I-I'm bad. I'm a bad, bad, bad person."
Buffy: "Will, I'm in trouble."
Faith: "It's okay, Buffy. I told him."
Buffy: "You told him?"
Faith: "I had to. He had to know what you did."
Buffy: "What I did?"
Buffy: "Giles, I didn't do this. I swear. Look, I know that I messed up badly, but the murder, i-it... it was..."
Giles: "Faith. I know. She may have many talents, Buffy, but fortunately, lying is not one of them."
Buffy: "You mean, like that intervention thing that you guys did on me? As I recall, Xander and I nearly came to blows."
Xander: "Uh, you nearly came to blows, Buffy. I nearly came to loss of limbs."
Xander: "Well, I can be the one... on her one. Let's rephrase."
Xander: "Yeah, but we hung out a little... recently, and she seemed to be, um... responsive."
Buffy: "When did you guys hang out?"
Xander: "Oh, she was fighting one of those, uh, apocalypse demon things, and I helped her. Gave her a ride home."
Buffy: "And you guys talked?"
Xander: "Not extensively. No."
Buffy: "Then why would you... Oh."
Faith: "I know what this is all about. You just came by here cause you want another taste, don't you?"
Xander: "No! I mean, it was nice. It was great. It was kind of a blur. But, okay, some day, sure, yay, but not now. Not like this."
Faith: "Like how then? Lights on or off? Kinks or vanilla?"
Xander: "Faith, come on. I came here to help you. I thought we had a connection."
Faith: "You wanna feel a connection? It's just skin. I see... I want... I take. I forget."
Xander: "No. No, wait. It was more than that."
Faith: "I could do anything to you right now, and you want me to. I can make you scream. I could make you die."
Angel: "But I know what it's like to take a life. To feel a future, a world of possibilities, snuffed out by your own hand. I know the power in it. The exhilaration. It was like a drug for me."
Angel: "But you're not a god. You're not much more than a child. Going down this path will ruin you. You can't imagine the price for true evil."
Faith: "Yeah? I hope evil takes MasterCard."
Angel: "If you can trust us, Faith, this can all change. You don't have to disappear into the darkness."
Giles: "You let her get away?"
Wesley: "Let wouldn't be the way I'd phrase it, but... Yes, she escaped."
Angel: "That's good work. First, you terrorize her, then you put her back in the streets."
Faith: "It was good, wasn't it? The sex? The danger? Bet a part of you even dug him when he went psycho."
Faith: "See, you need me to toe the line because you're afraid you'll go over it, aren't you, B?"
Trick: "I hear once you've tasted a Slayer, you never wanna go back... Oh, no. No, this is no good at all."
Faith: "You sent your boy to kill me."
Wilkins: "That's right. I did."
Faith: "He's dust."
Wilkins: "I thought he might be. What with you standing here and all."
Faith: "I guess that means you have a job opening."