Tara: Uh, that's my cue to go put some clothes on.

Tara & Willow: [big, dreamy smooches]
Dawn: Aw!
Willow: Okay, all right, we'll stop.
Dawn: Oh - you better not!
Tara: So, um, nerds. How are them? ...they?

Anya: They say 'I love you' and you think it's true. They say 'Oh, Anya, I want to be with you for the rest of my life' and you believe them. You believe they feel the same way about you because that's the way love's supposed to be, right? And then you get all excited with the tingly anticipation, but wait, not so fast, there's the Apocalypse! And the back from the grave and the blah blah blah blah blah! And by the time you're finally standing there in that beautifully expensive white dress you've dreamed about ever since you became human, he gets all heebie-jeebie and decides 'You know, I'd rather just go steady'.

Jonathan: Mahatma!

Buffy: It just happened, okay?
Xander: Like, um, 'Say, you're evil. Get on me!'?

Clem: Oh, Slayer, huh? Gosh. She break up with you again?
Spike: We were never together. Not really. She'd never lower herself that far.
Clem: She's a sweet girl, Spike, but hey... phew... issues.

Clem: Maybe... a wet cloth...?

Andrew: I can't wait to get my hands on his orbs.
Jonathan: Yeah, I'm sure he's gonna be giving 'em up any second now.

Buffy: Hey, this your bank? Cause if not, there's gonna be a fee for that.

Warren: Say goodnight, bitch.
Buffy: Goodnight, bitch.

Andrew: How could he do this to me? He promised we'd be together, but he was just using me. He never really loved... hanging out with us.

Spike: Get nice and comfy, Slayer. I'll be back. And when I am, things are gonna change.

Xander: Time for the spring poking already?

Xander: It hurt that you didn't trust me enough to tell me about Spike. It hurt.
Buffy: I'm sorry. I should have told you.
Xander: Maybe you would have if I hadn't given you so many reasons to think I'd be an ass about it.

Xander: I don't know what I'd do without you and Wil.
Buffy: Let's not find out.

Tara: Your shirt...

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