Giles:
"Well, I've examined it. You can, uh, uh, skin it."
Miss Calendar: "Scan it. Rupert, that's 'scan' it."
Giles:
"Miss Calendar, I'm sure your computer science class is fascinating. But I
happen to believe one can survive in modern society without being enslaved to
the idiot box."
Miss Calendar: "That's TV. The idiot box is TV. This is the good box."
Giles: "Well, I still prefer a good book."
Fritz: "The printed page is obsolete. Information isn't bound up
anymore.
It's an entity. The only reality is virtual. If you're not jacked in, you're not
alive."
Miss Calendar: "Thank you, Fritz, for making us all sound like crazy
people."
Buffy:
"Okay, you have a secret, and that's not allowed."
Willow: "Why not?"
Buffy: "'Cause...there's a rule."
Xander:
"Guess who."
Willow: "Uh, Xander?"
Xander: "Yeah, but keep guessing anyway."
Willow: "Xander?"
Xander: "Oh, I can't fool you. You see right through my petty
charade."
Xander:
"You're going to be missing out. I'm planning to be witty. I'm going to make fun of all of the people who
won't talk to me."
Willow: "That's nice. Have a good time!"
Buffy:
"She certainly looks perky."
Xander: "Yeah. Color in the cheeks, bounce in the step. I don't like it.
It's not healthy."
Buffy:
"This guy could be anybody. He could be weird or crazy or old or...he could be a circus freak--he's probably a circus freak!"
Xander: "Yeah, I mean we read about it all the time. You know, people meet
on the net, they talk, they get together, have dinner, a show...horrible axe
murder."
Buffy: "Willow, axe murdered by a circus freak!"
Buffy:
"We are totally overreacting!"
Xander: "But it's fun, isn't it?"
Buffy:
"My spider sense is tingling."
Giles: "Your...spider sense?"
Buffy: "Pop culture reference. Sorry."
Buffy:
"Breaking in. Then this is a plan."
Xander: "I'm free tonight."
Buffy: "Tonight it is."
Giles: "A moment, please, of quiet reflection..."
Miss
Calendar: "You're here again? You kids really dig the library, don't
you?"
Buffy: "We're literary."
Xander: "To read makes our speaking English good."
Giles:
"Well, it's been so nice talking to you."
Miss Calendar: "We were fighting."
Giles: "Must do it again sometime. Bye now."
Giles:
"Does this look familiar to either of you?"
Buffy: "Yeah, sure. It looks like a book."
Xander: "I knew that one."
Xander:
"You released Moloch?"
Buffy: "Way to go!"
Miss
Calendar: "The first thing we have to do is form the Circle of Kayless,
right?"
Giles: "Form a circle? But there's only two of us. That's really more of a
line."
Giles:
"Couldn't you just stop Moloch be entering some computer virus?"
Miss Calendar: "You've seen way too many movies."
Willow:
"Malcolm. Moloch. Whatever he's called. The one boy that's really liked me and he's a demon robot. What does that say about me?"
Buffy: "Doesn't say anything about you."
Willow: "I mean, I thought I was really falling..."
Buffy: Hey, did you forget? The one boy I've had the hots for since I've
moved here turned out to be a vampire.
Xander: Right, and the teacher I had a crush on? Giant praying mantis?
Willow: That's true.
Xander: Yeah, that's life on the Hellmouth.
Buffy: Let's face it: none of us are ever gonna have a happy, normal
relationship.
Xander: We're doomed!
Xander:
Calax Research and Development. It's a computer research lab. Third largest
employer in Sunnydale till it closed down last year. What, I can't have
information sometimes?
Giles: Well, it-it's just somewhat unprecedented.
Buffy: Tell me the truth:
how's my hair?
Xander: It's great! It's your best hair ever!
Xander:
"He's in a computer! What can he do?"
Buffy: You mean besides convince a perfectly nice kid to try and kill me? I
don't know. How about mess up all the medical equipment in the world?
Giles: Randomize traffic signals.
Buffy: Access launch codes for our nuclear missiles.
Giles: Destroy the world's economy.
Buffy: I think I pretty much capped it with that nuclear missile thing.
Giles: Right, yours was best.
Xander: Hey! I got to
hit someone!
Giles: I'm, I'm just
gonna stay and clean up a little. I'll, uh, I'll be back in the middle ages.
Ms. Calendar: Did you ever leave?
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