B: Oh. Yeah. I remember now. It's the one with the desks and the chalkboards and pencils and stuff, right?
Ben: Yeah.
B: Like a steel trap.

B: I'm not seeing anybody. Ever... again actually.

W: You've been doing that a lot, patrolling and sacking. In fact, you've kind of been all work and no play Buffy.
B: I play. I have big fun. I came here tonight, didn't I?
W: You came. You saw. You rejected.

B: I'm just not in date mode right now.
W: Well, maybe you need to date to get in date mode.

W: You're thinking too much. Maybe you need to be impulsive.
B: Impulsive? Do you remember my ex-boyfriend? The vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, and now my boyfriend's gone forever and the demon that wears his face is killing my friends. The next impulsive decision I make will be my choice of dentures.

W: Okay. The Angel thing went badly. I'm on board with that.

PS: That's right. I want to thank you. What would Sunnydale High do without you around to incite mayhem, chaos, and disorder?

PS: People can be coerced, Summers. I'm no stranger to conspiracy. I saw 'JFK'.

PS: Pathetic little lowlife vegan.

PS: You stink of lies

W: I bet you'll think coding is pretty cool. I mean, if you find two-digit multi-stacked conversions and primary number clusters a big hoot.

W: Giles! I made them laugh. Did you hear? I did ... the joke thing.

X: "Something weird is going on." Isn't that our school motto?

X: I don't want to poo-poo your wiggins, but domestic dispute, a little case of chalkboard Tourette's all sounds like Hellmouth life to me. *slam*

W: Xander? What happened? Did Cordelia win another round in the broom closet?
X: You're just a big bucket of funny, Will.

X: I'll have you know I was just accosted by some kind of, um, locker monster.
G: Loch Ness Monster?

G: Ooo! Sounds like paranormal phenomenon.
W: A ghost? Cool!

X: This was no wimpy chain rattler. This was "I'm dead as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore."

G: Well, despite the Xander-speak, that's a fairly accurate description of a poltergeist.
X: I defined something? Accurately? Guess I'm done with the book learnin'.

B: So we have some bad boo on our hands?

G: It lashes out, growing ever more confused, ever more angry.
B: So it's a normal teenager ... only dead.

B: Fabulous. Now we're Dr. Laura for the deceased.

S: It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us.
As: You don't like it Spike, hit the stairs and go. Take a stand, man.

As: Things change, Spikey. You gotta roll with the punches. Well, actually, you've pretty much got that part down.

S: Yeah. You're a giver.

G: I think it's very clear what's happening.
X: Fill me in then. 'Cuz I've read the book, seen the movie, and I'm still fuzzy about what's going on.

G: I appreciate your thoughts on the matter. In fact I encourage you to always challenge me when you feel it's appropriate. You should never be cowed by authority. Except, of course, in this instance when I am clearly right and you are clearly wrong.

W: This is freaky. I don't remember ever seeing Giles be this way.
X: I know. He's usually Investigate Things from Every Boring Angle Guy. Now he's, like, Cling to My One Lame Idea Guy.

B: What do we know?
X: Dog spit is cleaner than human.
B: Besides that.

X: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a ghost.

X: Your dreams are getting wicked accurate, Buff. You wouldn't happen to see me coming across some big cash or possibly knowing the love of a woman... in a full body sense?

B: He should be doing 60 years in prison, breaking rocks and making special friends with Rosco the weight lifter.

X: Yikes. The quality of mercy is not Buffy.

X: Okay. Who's hungry?

C: Do you realize that the girls have to ask the guys and *pay* and everything? I mean, whose genius idea was that?
X: Obviously some hairy legged feminist.
C: Really. Well, we need to nip this thing in the bud. Otherwise things could get really scary. *Scream*

PC: School boy pranks?
PS: Never sell.
PC: The sewer got backed up?
PS: Better. I could probably make that one fly.

W: The only solution is the final solution.
X: Nuke the school? I like that.
W: Not quite. Exorcism.
C: Are you crazy? I saw that movie. Even the priest died.

W: That's the hot spot. Where all the bad mojo is coming from.

B: Any questions?
C: Yeah. What if this mangled triangle thingy doesn't work?

W: Oh. I almost forgot. I made us all scapulars.
X: Okay, so we can flip the ghost when it turns a nice golden brown?
W: Scapular, not spatula.

C: You expect me to wear that thing? It smells like grandpa breath.

D: I'll sleep naked. Like the animals.
As: You know, I'm suddenly liking this plan.

As: Incoming! I love when she does this.

D: The Slayer. It's time Angel. She's ready for you now. She's dancing. Dancing with death.

S: Our man Angel here likes to talk, but he's not much for action. All hat and no cat.

As: With you being Special Needs Boy, I figure I should stay close to home.
You and Dru could always use another pair of hands.

G: What's that smell?
W: It's my scapular.
G: Ah. You use sulfur?
W: Yeah.
G: That's clever.

X: Oh yeah, baby. It's snakelicious in here.

W: Giles. Jenny could never be this mean.
G: I know. It's not her is it?

C: I shall *totally* confront and expel all evil.

X: Check it. I'd say school's out for good.

C: Hey, if Sunnydale High School shuts down forever, do we automatically graduate?
X: (to Giles) But why? What does he want? (beat--to Cordy) That's an interesting point.

G: To forgive is an action of compassion, Buffy. It's not done because people deserve it. It's done because they need it.

B: It's just something he's gonna have to live with.
X: ....He can't live with it, Buff. He's dead.

C: Okay. Over-identify much?

X: So what now? Not even a mega-vat of Raid is gonna do the trick here.

C: Is she trying to a big loner hero or something?

X: So Buffy should be safe until we find a way to get her out?
W: In theory, yeah.

As: Fun fact about wasps. They have no taste for the undead.

As: Gosh, Buff.... that's pathetic.

As (as Grace): I loved you with my last breath.

As (as Grace): Shhh.... no more tears.

B: Angel?

W: Everything seems normal. Not a snake, not a wasp.
C: Yup. School can open tomorrow.
X: Explain to me again how that's a good thing?
C: I'm drawing a blank.

S: You might want to let up. They say when you've drawn blood, you've exfoliated.

As: I'm the one who was freakin' violated. You didn't have this *thing* in you.
D: What was it? A demon?
As: Love.
D: Poor Angel.

As: I'm sure he'd be hell on wheels, but we don't have much time. Gotta travel light.

As: Try to have fun without me.
S: Oh I will. *CRASH* Sooner than you think.

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers