S: Little tip, mate. Stake's your friend. Don't be afraid to use it.

R: Just waiting for my moment.

B: Situation still normal. Well, or as normal as this school ever sees.

B: Well, no fires, no one's head's going kablooey. And the swing choir and the marching band
have gone back to their normal, healthy seething resentment.

X: This week we need to put the chains back. Couldn't have brought them back last week. Nooo.

Aw: Er Willow, call for you from LA. Somebody named Fred. Guy sounds kind of effeminate.

G: Knowledge comes from crafted bindings and pages, Buffy, not ones and zeroes

S: I don't give a piss about your mom. She was a slayer. I was a vampire. That's how the game is played.

B: The mission is what matters.

B: The way I've treated my friends, my family, and....Andrew.

B: The other day I gave an inspirational speech to the telephone repair man!!

B: It was boring, old and English, just like you...ule Brenner. Yule Brenner. A British Yule Brenner.

B: I think you've taught me everything I need to know.

G: I told you my concerns when you recklessly chose to remove the chip from his head.
R: Wait, sorry. Chip?
G: It's, er... long story.
B: The military put a chip in Spike's head so he couldn't hurt anyone.
G: That would be the abridged version.
B: But he wouldn't hurt anyone anymore because he has a soul now.
G: UNLESS the First triggers him again.
R: Triggers the chip?
B: No, the trigger's a post-hypnotic thing. The First put it in his head. It was... made him... he was killing again.
R: So he has a trigger, a soul, and a chip?
G: Not anymore.
B: It was KILLING him Giles!
R: The trigger?
B: No, the chip. The triggers not active anymore.
R: Because the military gave him a soul?
*Buffy and Giles stare at Wood*
R: Sorry

B: You try anything again, and he'll kill you. And more importantly... I'll let him.

A: He could slaughter 100 frat boys (everyone stares at her)... forgiveness makes us human. Blahdy, blah, blah, blah.

Wm:
Yet his smell, it duth linger
Painting pictures in my mind.
Her eyes; bowls of honey
Angel's heart's shall laugh.
Oh lark, grant a sign
If crooked be cupids shaft.
Hark! The lark!
Her name it hath spake.
Cecily, it discharges
From twixt it's wee beak

B: Spike? What happened?
*Spike opens the garage door, revealing an unconscious Robin Wood*
B: Oh my god!
S: I gave him a pass... let him live... on account of the fact that I killed his mother, but that's all he gets. He even so much as looks at me funny again, I'll kill him!

Wm: I have become a creature of the night. A vampire.
Anne: Are you drunk??
Wm: A little bit.

R: You may just have stopped this thing, Buffy.
B: No, I can't be that easy.
R: You call that easy?
B: Hey, any apocalypse I avert without dying? Yeah, those are the easy ones.

Dru: You want to bring your mum with us?
S: Well, yeah. You'll like her.
Dru: Hmm. To eat, you mean?