Angel: �Sure you are, Willy. And I�m taking up sunbathing.�
Xander: �Principal Snyder! Great career fair, sir. Really. In fat, I�m so inspired by your leadership � I�m thinking principal school. I want to walk in your shoes. Not your actual shoes, of course. Because you�re a tiny person. Not tiny in the small sense, of course�okay. Done now.�
Principal Snyder to Xander: �Whatever comes out of your mouth is a meaningless waste of breath. An airborne toxic event.�
Willow: �Don�t warn the tadpoles!� (Upon awakening from a dream)
Cordelia: ��I aspire to help my fellow man.� Check. I mean, as long as he�s not, like, smelly or dirty or something gross.�
Xander about Cordelia: �Is murder ALWAYS a crime?�
Xander: �And almost sixty-five percent of that was actual compliment. (To Cordy) Is that a personal best?�
Xander: �Ho-Ho�s are a vital part of my cognitive process.�
Cordelia: �I can�t even believe you. You drag me out of bed for a ride? What am I, mass transportation?�
Xander: �That�s what a lot of the guys say. But it�s just locker-room talk. I never pay it any mind.�
Cordelia: �Great, so now I�m your taxi and your punching bag.�
Xander: �I like to think you more as my witless foil � but have it your way�Come on, Cordelia. You wanna be a member of the Scooby Gang, you gotta be willing to be inconvenienced now and then.�
Cordelia: �Oh right. �Cause I lie awake at night hoping you tweekos will be my best friends. And that my first husband will be a balding, demented, homeless man.�
