Willow: Buffy's having lusty wrong feelings.
Buffy: No. I'm not.
Willow: No, you're not.
Buffy: Oh, I so am.
Willow: No, they're not wrong feelings, because there's no wrong. You're free, you're both grownups — you are free, right?

Devon: We're gonna have them glued to their seats.
Willow: Uh, Devon. Aren't they supposed to dance?
Oz: Well, we can glue them to the dance floor.

Parker: What's that.
Buffy: What's what?
Parker: You have a scar.
Buffy: Right, um... angry puppy.

Parker: I'm not doing the deep get sympathy routine. I mean don't you just hate guys who are all 'I'm dark and brooding so give me love?'
Buffy: I don't think I've ever met that type.

Xander (shelving books): I'm not enjoying this.
Giles: Well, shelve them correctly and we can finish.
Xander: I don't get your crazy system.
Giles: System? It's called the alphabet.
Xander: Huh, would you look at that?

Anya: Sometimes, in my dreams, you're all naked.
Xander: Really? You know, if I'm in the checkout lane at the Wal-Mart I've had the same one.

Oz: Yeah, we came to warn you about the... angry puppy.

Harmony: Is Antonio Banderas a vampire?
Spike: No.
Harmony: Oh. Can I make him a vampire?
Spike: No. Wait, on second thought, yeah, go do that. Take your time. Do Melanie and the kids as well.

Anya (to Xander, regarding sex): I think it's the secret to getting you out of my mind. Putting you behind me. Behind me figuratively — I'm thinking face to face for the event itself.

Anya: I like you. You're funny and you're nicely shaped, and frankly it's ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not... interlock. Please remove your clothing now.
Xander: And the amazing thing? Still more romantic than Faith.

Parker: You think I could get a dance with the prettiest girl at the party?
Buffy: And what will I do? Just stand here and watch?

Harmony: You love that tunnel more than me.
Spike: I love syphilis more than you.

Oz (to Giles): OK, either I'm borrowing all your records or I'm moving in.

Spike: What a fantastic day. Birds singin', squirrels makin' lots of rotten little squirrels, the sun beaming down in a nice non-fatal way. It's very exciting. I can't wait to see if I freckle.

Spike (after Buffy stakes him): Oh, do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way.
Buffy: The Gem.
Spike: Oh yeah, the Gem of Amara. Official sponsor of my killing you.

Harmony: Being a vampire sucks.

Spike: So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees.
Buffy: You're a pig, Spike.

Buffy: So what I'm wondering is: does this always happen? Sleep with a guy and he goes all evil?

Willow (about Parker): He's a poophead.

Buffy: Am I repulsive? If there was something repulsive about me, you'd tell me, right?
Willow: I'm your friend. I would call you repulsive in a second.
Buffy: Maybe Parker and I could still work it out. Do you think that we could still work it out?
Willow: I think you're missing something about the whole poophead principle.