� I'm definitely nothing special. /(Tara): No you are.
� As far as fighting, I'd be lucky to bruise her fist with my face.
� I just kinda like something that's just, you know, mine. And I, I usually don't use so many words to say stuff that little, but do you get that at all? /(Tara): I do. � I should check in with Giles. Get a situation update. /(Tara): I am you know. � What? /(Tara): Yours.
� I trust you. /(Tara): It-it's not like anything that we've ever.. � I trust you.
� (Tara): You know, it takes time. You can't just have coffee and expect.. � I know /(Tara): It's just so much to work through.. Trust has to be built again on both sides. You have to learn if.. if we're even the same people we were, if you can fit in each other's lifes. It's a long, important process and.. can we just skip it? Can you just be kissing me now?
� I got her off these knock-knock jokes. /(Buffybot): Oh! Who's there?
� Where's my clog? I think there's a clog-eating monster under the bed. It's really the lesser-known monsters that make living in Sunnydale so hard. /(Tara): I think that's a Dawn monster. She borrowed them yesterday.
� Ooh, pancakes could go in bellies!
� Hey you, today's the big day, huh. The kinda day that makes you want to return clogs, don't you think?
� Anya found that thing, for tonight. /(Xander): Oh really? � And you're her sweet cookie face. /(Xander): I go by many names.
� Maybe you should let the machine - ehh.. the other machine - get the phone from now on. Okay?
� Ah you got butterflies, baby? /(Tara): More like bats. /(Anya): You wanna look at the money? I find it always calms me.