A: Milady, you'll find that with the exception of an honest day's work, there's no challenge I'm not prepared to face.

B: Get a message to Angel for me. Tell him I'm done waiting. I'm taking the fight to him. You got that? Want me to write it down for you? *wham*poof* All right. I'll tell him myself.

X: I had that guy under control until he resorted to fisticuffs.

X: Oh yeah. Finals! Why didn't you let me die?

B: Look at the bright side. It'll all be over soon.
As: Yes, my love. It will.

G: You have carbon dated it?
Museum Guy: Results will be back in a couple of days. I'll go out on a limb and say old.

Museum Guy: You don't want to be surprised?
G: As a rule, no.

X: Tell Angel I'm gonna kill him. No wait! I'm gonna kill you! Die! Die! Die! Ahhh!! Thunk. Mother?
C: That's it?
X: That's it. Scene.
B: It's exactly how it happened.
O: I thought it was riveting. I was a little unclear about some of the themes.
B: The theme is Angel's too much of a coward to take me on face to face.
X: The other theme was Buy American, but it got kinda buried.

W: I will get you through this if I have to sweat blood.
X: Do you think you're likely to? 'Cuz I'd like to be elsewhere.
W: It was only metaphor blood.
O: I think you'd sweat cute blood.

C: I think it's great to do that before you go out and fail in the real world. That way you're not falling back on something, you're falling, well, forward.
X: And almost 65% of that was actual compliment. Is that a personal best?

C: Gee Xander, what are you gonna teach when you fail in life? Advanced loser being?
X: I will teach zee language of love!
C: Don't touch me! You have fish hands!

PS: We having a chair shortage?
W: I didn't read anything about... oh. I get it.

PS: This isn't an orgy people. It's a classroom.
B: Yeah. Where they teach lunch.

C: How about because you're a tiny, impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?

W: Do you really expect Angel to turn up?
B: No. I don't expect him to. But that's usually when he does.

S: Nice walk, pet?
D: Met an old man. Didn't like him. He got stuck in my teeth. And then the moon started whispering to me.

As: You can see all that in your head?
S: No, you ninny. She read it in the morning paper.

D: That's what's been whispering to me. Shhh.
As: Oh yeah. Don't worry though. Soon it'll stop. Soon it'll scream.

B: Wah. Doesn't make any sense.
W: Sure it does, see... Oh. No, this doesn't make any sense.
B: It's senseless.
W: It is but at least you know that so you're learning.
B: Yeah me!

B: When in the real world am I going to need chemistry, or history, or math or... the English language?

B: This feels kinda morbid.
W: I've gone through most of her files already.
B: Does that make it less morbid or you really morbid?

B: Relax, Will, I was making with the funny.

B: I don't want you putting yourself in any danger, Will.
W: And I don't want danger. Big No to danger.

X: Hi! For those of you who just tuned in: Everyone here's a crazy person.

X: So this spell might restore Angel's humanity? Here's an interesting angle. Who cares?

G: Let's not lose our perspective here, Xander.
X: I'm Perspective Guy. Angel's a killer.

C: Xander has a point.
X: You know, just once I wish you'd support me and I realize right now you were and I'm embarrassed so I'm gonna get back to the point.

X: You can paint this any way you want. But the way I see it is that you want to forget all about Ms. Calendar's murder so you can get your boyfriend back.

As: I'll have one of these, to go.

B: Willow! Where did you learn that word? My god, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

B: You know, polite people call before they jump out of the bushes and attack you.

K: Just wanted to test your reflexes.
B: How about testing my face punching, 'cuz I think you'll find it's improved.

S: It's a big rock. Can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.

As: Akathla turned to stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried where neither man nor demon would want to look.... unless, of course, they're putting up low-rent housing.

S: Let me guess. Someone pulls out the sword--
As: --Someone worthy--
S: --The demon wakes up and wackiness ensues.

As: We're about to make history... end.

B: You're sure this was the tomb of Alfalfa?

W: Okay. Somebody explain this whole suck the world into hell thing because that's the part I'm not loving.

B: So that would be the literal kind of sucked into hell. Neat.

B: Willow might be our only hope.
W: I don't want to be our only hope. I crumble under pressure. Let's have another hope.

K: Blessed by the knight who first slew the demon. If all else fails this might stop it. I t'ink.
G: Ooh! May I? May I?

W: Orb of Thessulah? Whatever that is.
G: Spirit vault for the rituals of the undead. I've got one. I've been using it as a paperweight.

W: This means I can't help you study for tomorrow's final.
B: Oh I'll wing it. Of course, if we go to hell by then, I won't have to take them. Or maybe I'll be taking them forever.

As: Bear witness as I ascend. As I become. Everything that I am, everything that I have done, has led me here.

Wh: This is really an unforgettable smell. That's the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh, Crazy Homeless Guy. It's not good.

Wh: What are you gonna do? Bite me?

Wh: It's so sad. A vampire with a soul. So poignant.

Wh: Butcher shops are throwing away more blood in a day than you can stand. Good blood. If you lived in the world a little bit you'd know that.

A: I don't understand you.
Wh: Nobody understands me. That's my curse.

Wh: Dog me. Mustard.

Wh: A demon, technically. I mean, I'm not a bad guy. Not all demons are dedicated to the destruction of all life.

Wh: And what a package you are. The Stink Guy.

B: So I'm, like, 'Dad, you want me to go to the dance in an outfit I've already worn? Why do you hate me?'

B: Tyler would have to crawl on his hands and knees to get me to go to the dance with him. Which, actually, he's supposed to do after practice.

Watcher: Buffy Summers?
B: Yeah. Hi! What?

B: I don't have a destiny. I'm destiny free really.

Watcher: You alone can stop them.
B: Who?
Watcher: The vampires.
B: Huh?

B: Oh! Not the heart.

A: I want to help her. I want to become someone.

Wh: The more you live in this world, the more you see how apart from it you really are.

A: I want to learn from you.... but I don't want to dress like you.

Wh: Again you're annoying me. You're lucky we need you on our side.

S: ~Someone wasn't wor-thy.~

D: This is so disappointing.

B: As long as Angel's fighting me, he can't do this end of the world thingy, and that's a good.

C: Why don't you just wait here to find out if it's worked? See if he calls you.

K: This is my lucky stake, I've killed many vampires with it. I call it Mr. Pointy.
B: You named your stake?
K: Yes.
B: Remind me to get you a stuffed animal.

As: Hello lover. I wasn't sure you'd come.
B: After your Immolation-o-Gram? Come on, I had to show.

B: Shouldn't you be out destroying the world right now? Pulling the sword out of Al Franken or whatever his name is?

As: I wanted to say good-bye first. You're the one thing in this dimension I will miss.
B: This is a beautiful moment we're having. Can we please fight?

As: Gosh, I was hoping we could get back together. What do you think? Do we have a shot? All right. We'll fight.

As: Is it me or is your heart not in this? Maybe I'll just go home and destroy the world.
B: I think Mr. Pointy will have something to say about that.

As: You never learn do you? This wasn't about you. It was never about you. And you fall for it every single time.

D: Look at me dearie. Be in my eyes. Be in me.

Wh: Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change. Not really. But it does. So what are we? Helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are.... You'll see what I mean.

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers