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Giles: We have to talk.
Buffy: I don't suppose this is about happy squirrels?
Giles: Vampires.
Buffy: That was my next guess.

Xander: I laugh in the face of danger. Then run and hide until it goes away.

Willow: Happy hunting.
Buffy: Wish me monsters.

Xander: [to Buffy] Can I have you? Duh... heh-heh... can I help you?

Buffy: Who are you?
Angel: Let's just say ... I'm a friend.
Buffy: Yeah, well, maybe I don't want a friend.
Angel: I didn't say I was yours.

Buffy: Angel?
Angel: Hmm?
Buffy: Do you snore?
Angel: I don't know. It's been a long time since anybody's been in a position to let me know.

Xander: Now I'm sayin' something. You saw him naked?

Buffy: I invited you into my home and you attacked my family. Why?
Angel: Why not? I killed mine. I killed their friends. And their friends' children. For a hundred years I offered an ugly death to everyone I met, and I did it with a song in my heart.

The Master: A dream is a wish your heart makes.

Principal Snyder: There're some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense.
Giles: No, actually that would be one of the five.

Buffy: Sorry, but I'm an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.

Buffy: I wasn't gonna use violence. I don't always use violence. Do I?
Xander: The important thing is you believe that.

[Angel tracks Buffy to the graveyard where she's patrolling.]
Angel: What are you saying, you want to have a date?
Buffy: No.
Angel: You don't want to have a date?
Buffy: Who said "date?" I ... I, I never said "date."
Angel: Right. You just want to have coffee or something.
Buffy: Coffee?
Angel: I knew this was going to happen.
Buffy: What? What do you think is happening?
Angel: You're sixteen years old. I'm two hundred and forty-one ...
Buffy: I've done the math.
Angel: You don't know what you're doing, you don't know what you want ...
Buffy: Oh. No, I ... I think I do. I want out of this conversation. [starts to stalk off]
Angel: Listen, if we date, you and I both know one thing's going to lead to another.
Buffy: One thing already has led to another. You think it's a little late to be reading me a warning label?
Angel: I'm just trying to protect you. This could get out of control.
Buffy: Isn't that the way it's supposed to be?
Angel: [grabs her roughly] This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you, you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after.
Buffy: No. When you kiss me I want to die.

Drusilla: Do you love my insides? The parts you can't see?
Spike: Eyeballs to entrails, my sweet.