Giles: You're powerful in local circles. But I believe I can make life very difficult for you, professionally speaking. And Buffy will be allowed back in.
Snyder: Sorry, I'm not convinced.
Giles: Would you like me to convince you?
Giles: He's lying. Go on, hit him.
Buffy: I don't think he is, and shut up.
Giles: You're my Slayer. Now go knock his teeth down his throat—
Buffy: Giles! [to Ethan] What demon?
Ethan: I don't remember.
[Buffy punches him]
Giles: Yes!
Wesley: Are you not used to being given orders?
Buffy: Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says 'please'. And afterwards, I get a cookie.
Giles: Buffy, slow down. I'm not even convinced that this is genuine mind reading. You're most likely projecting your—
Buffy: When I walked in a few minutes ago, you thought 'Look at her shoes. If a fashion magazine told her to, she'd wear cats strapped to her feet.'
Giles: I... um...