"Buffy, you can't blame yourself for every death that happens in Sunnydale. If it weren't for you people'd be lined up five deep waitin'to get themselves buried. Willow would be Robbie the Robot's pag-ibig slave, I wouldn't even have a head, and Theresa's a vampire."

"I don't want danger. Big'no'to danger"

"My God, you people are all...well, I'm upset and I can't think of a mean word right now, but that's what you are and we're going to the factory!"

"I knew it! I knew it! Well, not 'knew it' in the sense of having the slightest idea, but I knew there was something I didn't know! You two were fighting way too much, it's not natural"

"Weird'? It's against all laws of God and Man! It's...Cordelia, remember? Th-the We Hate Cordelia Club of which you are the Treasurer!"

"Let's get this straight. I don't understand it. I don't wanna' understand it. You have gross emotional problems. And things are not okay between us."

"Great, I'll give Xander a call. What's his number? Oh yeah, 1-800-IM-DATING-A-SKANKY-HO"
"I shot Oz!"

"Well, I like you. You're nice, and you're funny, and you don't smoke. Yeah, okay, werewolf, but...that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month, I'm not much fun to be around either"

"Okay. No biting, though"

"Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy's mom that he and Buffy had--well, you know, that...they had...you know...you do know, right?"

"Okay, somebody explain the whole 'He will suck the whole world into Hell' thing 'cause that's the part I'm not loving."