DONNY: So all these books got spells in 'em? Turn people into frogs, things like that?
XANDER: Yeah, we're building a race of frog people. It's a good time.
RILEY: I squared away the rest of your stuff. Wouldn't even know you ever left.
BUFFY: Oh, you're a god. You're like the ... god of boyfriends.
RILEY: Nah, I just like it when you owe me favors.
BUFFY: Well, this earns you a big favor. There could be outfits.
RILEY: Ooh. Be still my heart.
GLORY: Blonde ... short ... strong for a human ... and massively rude! Broke my shoe, took my monk, do you have any idea who I'm talking about?
GLORY: A slayer?? Oh god, please don't tell me I was fighting a vampire slayer! How unbelievably common! If I had friends, and they heard about this ... and you know she's going around telling everybody, I mean she probably just- Pay attention! I am great and I am beautiful, and when I walk into a room all eyes turn to me, because my name is a holy name, and you will listen! Get your friends ... find the girl ... kill the girl ... okay baby? You have the cutest little suppurating sores! Has anyone ever told you that?
SANDY: This place is such a dive.
RILEY: No no, it's great. You just have to close your eyes, plug up your nostrils, it's fine.
SANDY: We ... could go somewhere else. Someplace more ... private.
RILEY: Ohhhh, Sandy, Sandy. It's no good. My heart belongs to another. Besides, I don't go out with vampires.
XANDER: It's over there!
GILES: How many are there?
ANYA: I've already been injured once this month!
MR. MACLAY: What in god's name is that?
SPIKE: Lei-ach demon. Fun little buggers. Big with the marrow-sucking.
DAWN: You don't wanna mess with us.
BUFFY: She's a hair-puller.
BETH: Well. I hope you'll all be happy hanging out with a disgusting demon.
ANYA: E-excuse me. What kind?
BETH: What?
ANYA: What kind of demon is she? There's a lot of different kinds. Some are very, very evil. And some have been considered to be useful members of society.
BETH: Well, I-I ... what does it matter?
MR. MACLAY: Evil is evil.
ANYA: Well, let's just narrow it down.
SPIKE: Ohhh. Why don't I make this simple.
SPIKE: Oww!!
WILLOW: Hey! Hey...
TARA: He hit my nose!
WILLOW: And it hurt! Uh, him, I mean.
TARA: How do you do that?
WILLOW: Magic.