Xander: It's like, "Where's Riley? Oh wait, the Central Republic of Where-in-the-hell."
Anya: If you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know? Big flashing red lights, and-and-and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie? And there's a whole bunch of, of colored wires, and I'm not sure which is the right one to cut, but I guess the green one, and then at the last second, "No! The red one!" and then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left, but then you don't leave. Like that, okay?
Anya: Humans make the same mistakes over and over. I saw it when I was a vengeance demon. Some guy dumps a girl, she calls me, I exact vengeance, blah blah blah, the next year, same girl, different guy. I mean, after you smite a few of 'em you start going, "My goodness, young lady... maybe you're doing something wrong here too."
Buffy: So, um... about being a nun... you know, um, with the whole abjuring the company of men? You know, how's that working for you? The... abjuring?
Buffy (to Giles): It's just I trust these Watchers about as far as... you could throw them.
Buffy (about Riley): I'm doin' all right. These things happen. People break up, and they move on. For a while it feels like the end of the world, you know, but big picture
Anya: You're going away for a week? That's great!
Willow: We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know... insane.
Giles: Dealing with people requires a certain, uh, finesse.
Buffy: I killed something in a convent last night.
Buffy (to Dawn): Stop being insightful. It's creepy.
Spike (holding a box of chocolates, talking to a mannequin intended to represent Buffy): Um... there's something I got to tell you. About showing you Riley in that place. I didn't mean to... (long pause) Anyway, I know you're feeling all betrayed by him, not me. I was trying to help, you know. Not like I made him be there, after all. Actually trying to help you. Best intentions. I mean, you know, pretty state you'd be in, thinking things are all right while he's toddling halfway round the bend. (He stares at the mannequin and starts to get increasingly angry.) Oh, I'll insult him if I want to! I'm the one who's on your side! Me! Doing you a favor! And you, being dead petty about it me, getting nothing but your hatred and your venom and you ungrateful bitch! Fuc bitch!
Willow: You're the fish!
Willow (imitating Anya): I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services!
Willow (after the troll trashes the Magic Box): He's not a ball of sunshine!
Anya: Well, I don't know how to put the top up, I only just figured out what the left pedal does! (She smiles proudly.) It makes us stop! (She demonstrates, slamming on the brakes.)
Anya: Now hold on, I'm gonna press the right pedal harder. I expect us to accelerate.
Olaf (upon bashing a dumpster with his hammer): Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Puny receptacle!
Olaf: You do well to flee, townspeople! I will pillage your lands and dwellings! I will burn your crops and make merry sport with your more attractive daughters! Ha ha ha! Mark my words! (He pauses and sniffs the air.) Ooh! Ale! I smell delicious ale!
Spike (to Olaf, who has just bumped into him): Hey! Watch it, mate! (Spike takes a look at him.) Second thought, do what ya like.
Olaf: Bar maid! Bring me stronger ale! And some plump, succulent babies to eat!
Xander: I'm gonna run get Buffy. Or maybe you could fight him.
Willow: I wish Buffy was here!
Spike: I'm not sampling, I'll have you know. Just look at all these lovely blood-covered people. I could, but not a taste for Spike, not a lick. Know you wouldn't like it.
Anya: There are many humans who are stranger than me!
Anya: I know what broke up him and Cordelia, you know. It was you! And your lips!
Olaf (as Xander gets up from a hit): Ah, you wish for more? Admirable!
Olaf (to Xander): Ha ha! You fight well, although you are a tiny man.
Xander: You are one crazy troll. I-I'm not choosing between my girlfriend and my best friend. That's insane troll logic!
Anya: How can I help?
Olaf (to Anya): By God, woman, it's been a thousand years, and yet you are as aggravating and emasculating as ever you were!
Olaf (to Buffy): What are you fighting for, minuscule blonde one? Your friends? (He gestures to Anya and Xander.) These two? They'll never last. Anyanka is very difficult to live with, and he... he is ludicrous, and far too breakable. Their love will never last.
Anya: It's possible that he's in the land of perpetual Wednesday, or the crazy melty land, or you know, th-the world without shrimp.
Anya (to Xander): Oh, and Willow likes you too, but not in a sexy way. You know, 'cause she's gay. And she's not gonna try to break us up, so, you know, it's all okay.