B: It's the uber-suck.

B: Have you ever done an exchange program?
X: My dad tried to sell me to some Armenians once. Does that count?

C: Whoo! There's mine. Sven - isn't he lunchable?

X: By guy-like, we are talking big, beefy, guy-like girl, right?
B: I was just told "guy."
C: You didn't look at him first? He could be dogly. You live on the edge.

X: Hold on a sec. So this person who's living with you for two weeks is a man, with man parts? This is a terrible idea.
W: What about the beautiful melding of two cultures?
X: There's no melding, okay? He better keep his parts to himself.

X: Oh, that's Rodney Munson. He's god's gift to the bell curve.
RM: *grrr!*
X: What he lacks in smarts, he makes up in lack of smarts.
W: You just don't like him 'cause of that time he beat you up every day for five years.
X: Yeah, I'm irrational that way.

B: I better stop him before he gets in trouble.
W: I got it. The non-violent approach is probably better here.
B: I wasn't going to use violence. I don't always use violence. Do I?
X: The important thing is, *you* believe that.

X: Typical museum trick: Promise human sacrifice, deliver old pots and pans.

X: So, Buffy, when's Exchange-O Boy making his appearance?
B: His name's Ampata. I'm meeting him at the bus station tomorrow night.
X: Ooh, Sunnydale Bus Depot. Classy. What a better way to introduce someone to our country than with the stench of urine.

G: Because you are the chosen one.
B: Just this once, I'd like to be the overlooked one.

B: Oh! I know this one: "Slaying entails certain sacrifices... blah blah bity blah. I'm so stuffy, give me a scone."
G: It's as if you know me.

W: On the other hand, maybe Rodney just stepped out for a smoke?
X: For 21 hours?
W: It's addictive, you know.
G: We'll deal with that when we've ruled out evil curses.
B: One day I'm going to live in a town where evil curses are just generally ruled out, without even saying.

X: Okay, I just saved us, right?
B: Well, something did.

W: Giles? Were the Incas very advanced?
G: Yes, yes, very.
W: Did they have orthodontists?

W: Rodney looked like he had been dead for 500 years. How could that be?
X: Maybe we should ask that crazy man with the big old knife.
B: I don't think he seemed overly chatty.

X: Buffy, where are your priorities? Tracking down a mummifying killer or making time for some Latin lover whose stock in trade is the breakage of hearts?

X: Oh, yeah. Fall for the old let-me-translate-that-ancient-seal-for-you come on. Do you know how many times I've used that?

X: So, do we have to speak Spanish when we see him? 'Cause I don't know anything much besides doritos and chihuahua.

X: Ay carumba! I can also say that.

Am: I listened much.
X: Well, that works out well, 'cause I talk much.

B: What's it like back home?
Am: Cramped, and very dead.
B: Well, you'll feel right at home in Sunnydale.

Devon: Oz, man, what do ya think?
Oz: Of what?
Devon: Cordelia, man.
Oz: She's a Wonderland tour.

Devon: What does a girl have to do to impress you?
Oz: Well, it involves a feather boa, and the theme to "A Summer Place."

Oz: You're just impressed by any pretty girl who can walk and talk.
Devon: She doesn't have to talk.

W: Well, it's a celebration of cultures. There are lots of dress-up alternatives.
X: And a corresponding equal number of mocking alternatives, all aimed at me.

X: No shirts with ruffles, no hats with feathers, and definitely no lederhosen. They make my calves look fat.
W: Why are you suddenly so worried about looking like an idiot? That came out wrong.

G: We're trying to translate it, uh, um, as, uh, a project for our, um...
W: Our archeology club.
G: Very good.

Am: You are strange.
X: Girls always tell me that right before they run away.
Am: I like it.
X: I like you like it. Please, don't learn from my English.

W: Well, you know, I have a choice. I can spend my life waiting for Xander to go out with every other girl in the world until he notices me. Or I can just get on with my life.
B: Good for you.
W: Well, I didn't choose yet.

X: We're in the crime club. Which is kind of like the chess club, only with crime, and no chess.

X: You're not a praying mantis, are you? Sorry... someone else.

B: And, uh, what culture are you?
X: I'm from the country of Leone. It's in Italy, pretending to be Montana. And where are you from, the country of white trash?

X: Oh, yea..I, uh...
B: I can translate American salivating boy talk. He says you're beautiful.
X: Fahsith.
B: You're welcome.

B: What kind of girl travels with a mummified corpse and doesn't even pack lipstick?

B: Come on! Can't you put your foot down?
G: It is down.
B: One of these days you're gonna have to get a grown-up car.

B: I'll still get Xander, before he gets smoochy with Mummy dearest.

X: Have you seen Ampata? What was that?
W: I shrugged.
X: Next time, you should probably say "shrug."
W: "Sigh."

X: Wha... you think that *you* don't deserve *me*? Man, I love you! Are those tears of joy? Pain? Revulsion?

Am: You're not a normal girl.
B: And you are?!

X: I just - present company excluded - I have the worst taste in women of anyone in the world - ever!

B: I do think she cared about you.
X: Yeah, but I think that whole sucking-the-life-out-of-people thing would have been a strain on the relationship.

B: I remember how I felt when I heard the prophecy that I was going to die. I wasn't exactly obsessed with doing the right thing.
X: Yeah, but you did. You gave up your life.
B: I had you to bring me back.