Willow: I mean, why else would she be acting like such a b-i-t-c-h?
Giles: Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out.
Xander: A bitca?
Snyder: There are some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense.
Giles: No, that would be one of the five.
Spike: I may be love's bitch, but at least I'm man enough to admit it.
Spike: It's a big rock. I'm going to tell all of my friends. None of them have a rock this big.
Oz: Hey, did everybody see that guy just turn to dust?
Buffy: Have I ever let you down?
Giles: Do you want me to answer that, or shall I just glare?
Spike: Ahhhh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ah... God... I wish I was dead.
Spike: So, you ever think about not celebrating a birthday? Just to try it, I mean.
Spike: I know I'm not the first choice for heroics. And Buffy's tried to kill me more than once. And I don't fancy a single one of you at all but...actually all that sounds pretty convincing.
Xander: I've been saying for years the lunchlady's gonna do us all in with that mulligan stew, I mean what the hell is a mulligan?
Xander: Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knocking?
Jonathon: We're supposed to get some books. On Stalin.
Xander: Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?
Giles: This is a school library, Xander.
Xander: Since when?
Xander: You were trying to stake yourself.
Spike: Fag off! It's no concern of yours.
Xander: Is too. For one thing that's my shirt your about to dust. For another, we've shared a lot here. You should have trusted me enough to do it for you.
Willow: Xander!
Xander: What? He wants to die I want to help.
Xander: (talking about Angel) Okay, that's it. I'm putting a collar with a little bell on that guy.
