"It's really, ah, unprecedented. You're the first one to survive... to
continue slaying this long."
"Thanks for the unnecessary definition of unprecedented, exposition-guy.
I don't WANT to be the Slayer anymore. I want to snuggle up with my honey
and make babies."
"It's truly - you do? With, with, ahem, but you're the Chosen One, I
don't know...."
"Don't I get to choose? Figure out how to un-choose me. The Watchers must
have a list - choose from that. Because I choose the horizontal
hippity-hop with you, full-time."
"Buffy, really, that's not, oh..."
"Giles, it's you. Always, always you. I choose you."
