Buffy (to a vampire): You know, it's probably none of my business, but I just gotta ask: Did you smell this bad when you were alive? 'Cause if it's a post-mortem thing, then boy is my face red, but just so you know, the fast-growing field of personal grooming's come a long way since you became a vampire.
Buffy: I can't believe I passed out. Do you think I'm a total wuss now?
Buffy: Don't worry. Accelerated healing powers come with the Slayer package. And the boyfriend who comes complete with combat medical training that's just a Buffy Summers bonus.
Riley: So tell me about the bad guy. Or guys who do you think they were?
Dawn: C'mon, who's the man?
Dawn: When do I get to patrol?
Xander: Hey, Riley! What's the (imitates Riley's hand signal) all about?
Xander (about Riley): You know what he's like? He's like a cat. You know, a big jungle cat. How come I'm not like that? He's just so cool.
Buffy: Look, I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But, I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto.
Giles: Yes well the uh... the problem is that after a final battle, it uh... it's difficult to get any um... well the-the-the Slayer's not... she's rather um
Spike: You know there are quite a few American beers that are highly underrated. This, unfortunately, is not one of them.
Spike: As I thought: Some nasty thing got a taste of you.
Buffy: Were you born this big a pain in the ass?
Male Partygoer (reading William's poetry): "My heart expands/ 'tis grown a bulge in't/ inspired by/ your beauty effulgent." Effulgent?
Cecily: I'm going to ask you a very personal question. And I demand an honest answer. Do you understand?
William: I know I'm a bad poet, but I'm a good man. All I ask is that... is that you try to see me
Drusilla (speaking her first words ever to William): And I wonder, what possible catastrophe came crashing down from heaven and brought this dashing stranger to tears?
Drusilla: You walk in worlds the others can't begin to imagine.
Buffy: So you traded up on the food chain. Then what?
Spike: Oh, I'm sorry, did I sully our good name? We're vampires.
Spike: Lesson the first: A Slayer must always reach for her weapon. (He puts his vamp face on.) I've already got mine.
Spike: The way you tell it, one Slayer's snuffs it, another one rises. I figure there's a new Chosen One getting all chosen as we speak.
Darla: I think our boys are going to fight!
Vampire (holding the stake that he used to injure Buffy): They ought to put this in a museum.
Spike: Death is on your heels, baby. And sooner or later, it's gonna catch you. And part of you wants it. Not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you're just a little bit in love with it.
Spike: Death is your art. You make it with your hands day after day. That final gasp, that look of peace. And part of you is desperate to know: What's it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that's the secret. Not the punch you didn't throw or the kicks you didn't land. She really wanted it. Every Slayer has a death wish. Even you.
Spike: Sooner or later, you're gonna want it. And the second the second that happens, you know I'll be there. I'll slip in, have myself a real good day.
Spike: Come on. I can feel it, Slayer. You know you wanna dance.
Spike: "Beneath me." I'll show her. Six bloody feet beneath me. Hasn't got a death wish? Bitch won't need one.
Harmony: Okay, I'm trying to be supportive here, so don't drive a stake through my heart like last time, but... you can't kill Buffy. She is the Slayer, she is so going to kick your ass.
Harmony: How are you gonna kill her? Think! The second you even point that thing at her, you're gonna be all "Aaagh!" (holding her hand to her head in imitation of Spike), and then you'll get bitch-slapped up and down Main Street, unless she's finally had enough and just stakes you!
Drusilla (about Buffy): I can still see her, floating all around you! Laughing! Why? Why won't you push her away?
Drusilla: I have to find my pleasures, Spike. You taste like ashes.