X: Oh, like you care about her.
S: Care? Joyce was the only one of the lot of you I could stand!
X: And she was the only one with a daughter you wanted to shag. I'm touched.
S: I liked the lady! You understand, Monkey Boy? She was decent. Didn't put on airs. Always had a nice cuppa for me. And she never treated me like a freak.
X: Her mistake.

W: The only thing is, it will get better, I promise.
D: You don't know that.
T: Sure she does! We're witches. We know stuff.

A: Hmmm... that was different.
X: Yeah, it was more intense.
A: Because of Joyce.
X: Yeah... What?

A: Well, I just think understand sex now. It's not just about two bodies smooshing together. It's about life. It's about making life.
X: Right. When two people are much older, and way richer, and far less stupid.
A: Breathe. You're turning colors.

Bn: Tell my sister I'm sick of running into her Jawa rejects.

Bn: You're more fun when I hit you.

J: It's just-- Glory would like to encourage this interest of yours in the Slayer. It might lead to more information about The Key.
Bn: And why would I share that with the Most Unstable One?

G: You don't have to do that Dawn. Just... just relax.
A: Yes, sit down. We have some very amusing chicken feet you could play with.

G: Then useful you shall be! We can always use a hand.
A: But you have a hand. A paid hand. A hand that isn't the hand of the illegal child labor.
G: Anya...
A: But of course it's wonderful that you find doing my job so distracting! I am unthreatened. Proceed.

A: Ring up sales? With the money? She gets to fondle the money? <off Giles' look> Customer! Hello, customer! How may I serve you?

D: I know why you're doing this.
S: Do you now? Enlighten me.
D: Spike, I'm not stupid. You're, like, stalking my sister. You'd do anything to get in good with her.
S: Buffy never hears about this, O.K.? Found out what I was doing, she'd drive a redwood through my chest!

Flunky: I'm sure Jinx is on his way, Your New-And-Improvedness!

Gl: Jinxy! Oh, no! No, no! -- Mind the rug, Honeys, blood's a bitch. -- Was this the Slayer? I'll pull her wings off!

Gl: Jinx! You robed stud! You're my man! I'm even gonna let you slide on the lame toadying, on account of you're dying and stuff!

S: Well, what do you know? Bitty Buffy!

W: You had two eggs, sunny-side-up. I remember because they were wiggling at me like little boobs.
T: Sassy eggs.

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers