Angel: Buffy! You scared me.
Buffy: Uh, we're having this thing at school.
Buffy: The Cliff Notes version? I want a normal life. Like I had before.
Xander: 'Are you a people person, or do you prefer keeping your own company?' Well, what if I'm a people person who keeps his own company by default?
Xander: What, and suck all the spontaneity out of being young and stupid? I'd rather live in the dark.
Xander: Y'know, with that kind of attitude you could've had a bright future as an employee at the DMV.
Cordelia: Oh, here I am. 'Personal shopper or motivational speaker.' Neato!
Buffy: Color *me* stunned.
Snyder: It's worth nothing, Harris. Whatever comes out of your mouth is a meaningless waste of breath. An airborne toxic event.
Buffy: You know why? I *am* immature. I'm a teen. I have yet to mature.
Buffy: Note to self: religion: freaky.
Xander: So, why go to all the trouble of inventing something, and then giving it a weak name like that? I mean, I'da gone with 'The Cross-o- matic', or, uh, 'The Amazing Mr. Cross'.
Xander: But Ho-Hos are a vital part of my cognitive process!
Xander: No, it's a statistical impossibility for a sixteen-year-old girl to unplug her phone.
Willow: You and Angel are going skating? Alone?
Dalton: Uh, yes, but... The Order of Taraka, I mean... isn't that overkill?
Buffy: The Hellmouth presents: Dead Guys On Ice. Not exactly the evening we were aiming for.
Angel: You shouldn't have to touch me when I'm like this.
Angel: Sure you are, Willy. And I'm taking up sunbathing.
Angel: You know, I'm a little rusty when it comes to killing humans. It could take a while.