Willow: "Oz! Hey! Have a seat... Except, we don't have any seats."
Oz: "It's okay. I'll just scrunch in."
Cordelia: "Xander, why are you giving me a lap dance?"
Xander: "What? I just like you."
Willow: "And that's very beautiful. I think it's great when two people like two people and want to be close to them instead of anyone else."
Xander: "Here, here!"
Oz: "Yeah. Well put."
Cordelia: "Why are you guys so hyper?"
Willow: "Hey! Speaking of people and things they do that aren't like usual, anyone notice Buffy acting sort of different?"
Xander: "Let's see, uh, killing zombies... uh, torching sewer monsters, and... No, that's pretty much the, uh, same old Buffster."
Buffy: "Tell you what?"
Willow: "About your new boyfriend, who we made up. Unless we didn't?"
Buffy: "This was a topic of discussion?"
Oz: "Well, raised, but never discussed."
Cordelia: "So, are you dating somebody or not?"
Buffy: "I wouldn't use the word 'dating', but I am gong out with somebody. Tonight, as a matter of fact."
Willow: "Really, who?"
Faith: "Yo, what's up? Hey, time to motorvate."
Buffy: "Really, we're just good friends."
Buffy: "Synchronized slaying."
Faith: "New Olympic category?"
Gwendolyn: "The fact is, there is talk in the council that you have become a bit too... American."
Gwendolyn: "We believe the glove to be buried in a tomb somewhere, so Lagos will be headed for the cemetary."
Giles: "There is more than one in Sunnydale."
Gwendolyn: "I see. How many?"
Giles: "Uh, twelve, within the city limits."
Giles: "That was bracing."
Buffy: "Interesting lady. Can we kill her?"
Giles: "I think the council might frown upon that."
Buffy: "I'm gonna try and vent a little hormonal angst by going out there and killing a Lagos, whatever that is."
Buffy: "Some demon looking for some all-powerful thingamabob, and I gotta stop him before he unleashes unholy havoc, and it's another Tuesday night in Sunnydale."
Xander: "Hey, you're not the Watcher of me."
Giles: "Then go home. But if you choose to stay, then work."
Willow: "Ugh... It's late. I'm tired. What does he want from us, anyway?"
Xander: "The number of a qualified surgeion to remove the British flag from his butt?"
Willow: "Oh, stop."
Xander: "Right. Stop means no... And no means no, so, um... stop."
Faith: "Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny... drummer. Eventually, I just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet. Now it's strictly get some, get gone. You can't trust guys."
Buffy: "You can trust some guys. Really, I've read about them."
Faith: "I mean, I've had my share of losers, but you... you boinked the undead. What was that like?"
Xander: "Hey, Giles, here's a niffty idea: why don't I alleviate my guilt by goin out and gettin myself really, really killed?"
Buffy: "What am I doing? What are you doing?"
Angel: "I don't know."
Buffy: "Shame on you!"
Angel: "Glove of Myhnegon."
Buffy: "The world's ugliest fashion accessory."
Angel: "No, don't. Once you put it on, the glove can never be removed."
Buffy: "So... no touching. Kinda like us."
Giles: "Mrs. Post... I can assure you that Buffy is both dedicated and industrious, and I am in complete control of my Slayer."
Xander: "Giles! We have a big problem. It's Buffy."
Giles: "Will you excuse us?"
Buffy: "Lagos is out of luck. I got the magic mitten thingy."
Buffy: "It's not what you think."
Xander: "Hope not. Because I think you're harboring a vicious killer."
Willow: "This isn't about attacking Buffy. Remember, 'I' statements only. 'I feel angry'. 'I feel worried'."
Cordelia: "Fine. Here's one: I feel worried... about me! Last time around, Angel barely laid a hand on Buffy. He was way more interested in killing her friends."
Buffy: "I was going to tell you, I was. I-it was just that I... I didn't know why he came back. I just wanted to wait."
Xander: "For what? For Angel to go psycho again the next time you give him a happy?"
Buffy: "I'm not going to... We're not together like that."
Oz: "But you were kissing him."
Buffy: "You were spying on me? What gives you the right?"
Cordelia: "What gives you the right to suck face with your demon lover again?"
Buffy: "It was an accident."
Xander: "What, you just tripped and fell on his lips?"
Buffy: "You would just love an excuse to hurt him, wouldn't you?"
Xander: "I don't need an excuse. I think lots of dead people actually constitutes a reason."
Buffy: "Right. This is all nobility. This has nothing to do with jealousy."
Cordelia: "Hello? Miss Not-Over-Yourself-Yet?"
Buffy: "Don't you start with me."
Willow: "Giles, no one's doing the 'I' statements!"
Buffy: "So on a scale of one to a million, how much are you hating me right now?"
Willow: "Zero. You were scared, you kept a secret, you know? That's-it-it's okay. I mean, secrets aren't bad. You know, they're normal. They're better than normal. They're good. Secrets are good. Must be a reason why we keep them, right?"
Faith: "I say I deal with this problem right now. I say I slay."
Xander: "Can I come?"
Willow: "When you were with Angel and nobody knew about it, did that make it feel, you know, sexier somehow?"
Buffy: "Not really. It's too much pressure. After a while, it even makes the fun parts... not so fun."
Willow: "But lately, and please don't judge me on this, but I want you to be the first to know that, that... there's a demon behind you."
Gwendolyn: "That's what I love about this town. Everyone's so helpful."
Faith: "I can't believe how much I'm gonna kill you."
Buffy: "I can't let you do it, Faith."
Faith: "You're confused, Twinkie. Let me clear you up. Vampire. Slayer. Dead vampire."
Gwendolyn: "Faith! A word of advice: you're an idiot."
Cordelia: "So there's no more glove thingy?"
Xander: "No. Little living flame, little mesquite, gone for good."
Oz: "Sounds like we missed a lot of fun."
Xander: "Then we're telling it wrong."
Willow: "What do you think Buffy and Angel are gonna do?"
Xander: "Boy, do I don't know."
Willow: "Well, he saved me from a horrible flamey death. That sort of makes me like him again."
Xander: "Well, as long as she and Angel don't get pelvic, we'll be okay."
Buffy: "Are we cool?"
Xander: "Yeah! Just seeing the two of you kissing after everything that happened, I leaned toward the postal. But I trust you."
Cordelia: "I don't. Just for the record."
Buffy: "Let me guess: Gwendolyn Post: not a Watcher."
Giles: "Yes, she was. She was, uh, kicked out by the council a couple of years ago for mususes of dark power. They swear there was a memo."
Buffy: "How are you?"
Faith: "Five by five."
Buffy: "I'll interpret that as good."
Faith: "Yeah, well, you can't trust people. I should've learned that by now."
Buffy: "I realize this is gonna sound funny coming from someone that just spent a lot of time kicking your face... but you can trust me."
Faith: "Is that right?"
Buffy: "I know I kept secrets, but i didn't have a choice. I'm on your side."
Faith: "I'm on my side, and that's enough."
Buffy: "Not always."