Andrew: What about Warren?
Anya: She killed him. Ripped him apart and bloodied up the forest doing it. Now she's coming here, and the two of you are next.
Andrew: Oh my god. Warren.
Jonathan: Oh my god. Me! Guard!

Xander: Boys, if you do not knock it off, I will pull this car over, and you can just walk to your painful deaths from here.

Dawn: I need a demon to help me. Spike would have.
Clem: Spike's gone.

Spike: Here we are now, entertain us.

Andrew: I could summon a demon that would kill her.
Xander: And I could smack you so hard that your eyeballs would switch sockets.

Andrew: You think your little witch buddy's gonna stop with us? You saw her, she's a truck-driving magick mama, and we've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawaburgers, and not one of you bunch has the midichlorians to stop her!
Xander: You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?
Anya: The annoying virgin has a point.

Anya: She doesn't care if you live or die.
Xander: Guess you two finally have something in common.
Anya: I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.

Anya: That wasn't vengeance. It was solace.

Buffy: You're attacking the people who love you now?
Willow: Only the ones in my way.

Spike: Local boy loses.
CaveDemon: So it would appear.
Spike: Good on me, then. I get what I came for. I passed, right?
CaveDemon: Indeed, you have passed the first stage of the test.
Spike: Right, I get... wait. First stage. Bugger.

Buffy: Back off before someone gets hurt.
Willow: How about I back off right after?

Giles: I'd like to test that theory.

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