Angel: Milady, you'll find that with the exception of an honest day's work, there's no challenge I'm not prepared to face.
Buffy: I want you to get a message to Angel for me. Tell him I'm done waiting. I'm taking the fight to him. You got that? Need me to write it down for you?
Xander: Oh, yeah, finals! Why didn't you let me die?
Buffy: That's exactly how it happened.
Willow: It was only metaphor blood.
Cordelia: I think it's great to do that before you go out and fail in the real world. That way you're not falling back on something. You're falling... well, forward.
Snyder: That's enough of that. And you! Are we having a chair shortage?
Cordelia: How about because you're a tiny, impotent Nazi with a bug up his butt the size of an emu?
Angelus: You can see all that in your head?
Angelus: Oh, yeah. Don't worry, though. Soon it'll stop. Soon it'll scream.
Buffy: Well, I'll do a couple of sweeps, and then I'll stop by. Yeah, Xander was pretty much being a... Willow! Where did you learn that word? My God. You kiss your mother with that mouth?
Spike: It's a big rock. I can't wait to tell my friends. They don't have a rock this big.
Angelus: Acathla the demon came forth to swallow the world. He was killed by a virtuous knight who pierced the demon's heart before he could draw a breath to perform the act. Acathla turned to stone, as demons sometimes do, and was buried where neither man nor demon would want to look. Unless of course they're putting up low-rent housing.
Spike: Mmm. The demon wakes up, and wackiness ensues.
Angelus: My friends... we're about to make history... end.
Willow: Okay, somebody explain the whole 'he will suck the world into Hell' thing, because that's the part I'm not loving.
Willow: I don't *wanna* be our only hope! Uh, I crumble under pressure! Let's have another hope.
Buffy: Ah, I'll wing it. Of course, if we go to Hell by then, I won't have to take 'em. Or maybe I'll be taking them forever.
Whistler: This is really an unforgettable smell. This is the stench of death you're giving off here. And the look says, uh... Crazy Homeless Guy. It's not good.
Whistler: Well, yeah, you've been left alone for, what, ninety years already. And what a package you are. The Stink Guy!
Whistler: She's gonna have it tough, that Slayer. She's just a kid. The world's full of big, bad things.
Kendra: In case de curse does not succeed, dis is my lucky stake. I have killed many vampires wit it. I call it Mr. Pointy.
Angelus: Hello, lover. I wasn't sure you'd come.
Angelus: Jeez, is it me, or is your heart not in this? Maybe I'll just go home, destroy the world.
Angelus: Y-you never learn, do you? This wasn't about you. This was never about you. And you fall for it every single time!
Whistler: Bottom line is, even if you see 'em coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? No. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that counts. That's when you find out who you are. You'll see what I mean.