Robin: It's started, hasn't it?
Buffy: The Hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually blows around May.

Andrew: Where the hell have you been? This funnel cake is kicking my ass.

Willow: So much cooler than Snyder.

Spike: No need to thank me. I'm just the one who beat him off... 'repelled him' would, perhaps, be the better phrase.

Robin: Is that what you are? A good guy?
Spike: I haven't heard any complaints. Well, I have heard a few complaints over the years, but then I just killed whoever spoke up, and that was pretty much that.
Buffy: He's joking.
Robin: No he's not.
Spike: No, I'm not.

Spike: Yeah, I went to great lengths, lots of trouble. And now I'm unique. Well, more or less.

Dawn: Did you know the ancient Sumerians did not speak English?
Buffy: They're worse than the French!

Xander: You're our leader, Buffy, as in 'follow the'.
Buffy: Well, from now on I'm your leader, as in Do What I Say.
Xander: Jawhol! But let's not try to forget, we're also your friends.
Anya: I'm not.
Buffy: Then why are you here? I mean, aside from getting rescued, what is it that you do?
Anya: I provide much-needed sarcasm.
Xander: Um, that'd kind of be my job, actually.

Buffy: Where are you going?
Spike: Out. Since I'm neither a girl nor waiting, all this speechifying doesn't really apply to me, does it?
Buffy: Fine, take a cell phone. That way if I need someone to get weepy or whaled on, I can call you.
Spike: If you've got something to say...
Buffy: Just said it. You keep holding back, you might as well walk out that door.
Spike: Holding back?! You're blind. I've been here, right in it. Fighting, scrapping...
Buffy: Since you got your soul back?
Spike: Well, as a matter of fact, I haven't been quite relishing the kill the way I used to.
Buffy: You were a better fighter then.
Spike: I did this for you! The soul, the changes, it's what you wanted!
Buffy: What I want is the Spike that's dangerous, the Spike that tried to kill me when we met.
Spike: Oh, you don't know how close you are to bringing him out.
Buffy: I'm nowhere near him.

Dawn: It says you can't just watch, you have to see.
Anya: What the hell does that mean?
Xander: It's cryptic. I don't like it. Every time instructions get cryptic, someone gets hurt. Usually me.

Xander: Okay, so far, so creepy.

Willow: I think I might pee my pants.

Robin: Nice coat. Where'd you get it?
Spike: New York.

Willow: Screw it! Mighty Forces, I suck at Latin, okay? But that's not the issue. I'm the one in charge, and I'm telling you, open a portal NOW!

Willow: Hey, you okay? You've been kind of quiet since—
Kennedy: You sucked the life out of me?
Willow: Yeah. Since then.

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