The Master: And there will be a time of crisis. Of worlds hanging in the balance. And in this time shall come The Annointed. The Master's great warrior. And the Slayer will not know him, will not stop him. And he will lead her into Hell. As it is written, so shall it be... And one of the Brethren shall go out hunting the night before and get himself killed because he couldn't wait to finish his job before he ate. Oh, wait, that's not written anywhere.

Giles: What do you want?
Owen: Um, a book?
Giles: Oh.
Buffy: See, this is a school, and we have students, and they check out books, and then they learn things.
Giles: I was beginning to suspect that was a myth.

Buffy: I love books. I mean, I really love books.
Owen: Huh, what's this?
Buffy: [alarmed] Not this one!
Giles: This one she doesn't love.

Giles: She's quite a good poet. I mean, for...
Buffy: A girl?
Giles: ...for an American.

Giles: Buffy, while the mere fact of you wanting to check out a book would be grounds for a national holiday, I think we should focus on the problem at hand.
Buffy: Right. I'm sorry, you're right. Vampires... Does this outfit make me look fat?

Xander: So, Buffy, how'd the slaying go last night?
Buffy: Xander!
Xander: I mean, how'd the laying go? No, I don't mean that either.

Cordelia: Owen, a bunch of us are loitering at The Bronze tonight... you there?
Owen: Who all's going?
Cordelia: Well, I'm going to be there.
Owen: Who else?
Cordelia: You mean besides me?

Willow: Buffy has a really important date.
Buffy: Owen!
Giles: All right, well, I'll just jump in my time machine, go back to the twelfth century, and ask the vampires to postpone their ancient prophecy for a few days while you take in dinner and a show.
Buffy: Okay, at this point you're abusing sarcasm.

Xander: So you just went home.
Buffy: What was I supposed to do... say to Owen 'sorry I was late, I was sitting in a cemetery with a librarian, waiting for a vampire to rise so I could prevent some ancient prophecy from coming to pass'?
Xander: Or... flat tire?

Owen: Hey, Buffy.
Buffy: Owen.
Xander: Oh, look. It's Owen. Buffy and Owen. And Xander. That'd be me.

Buffy: Clark Kent has a job. I just want to go on a date.

Cordelia: What a disgusting display. Is that really appropriate behaviour in a public forum? I mean, I've never seen a girl throw herself at a guy like that!
[Angel enters]
Cordelia: Ooh. Hello, salty goodness!

Giles: Two more of the Brethren came in here. They came after me. But I was more than a match for them.
Buffy: Meaning?
Giles: I hid.

Owen: Did you see that? He tried to bite me! What a sissy!

Giles: I was ten years old when my father told me I was destined to be a Watcher. He was one, and his mother before him, and I was to be next.
Buffy: Were you thrilled beyond all measure?
Giles: No, I had very definite plans about my future. I was going to be a fighter pilot. Or possibly a grocer. Well, my father gave me a very tiresome speech about, ah, responsibility and sacrifice.
Buffy: Sacrifice, huh?

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