Buffy: Oh! I know this ritual! The ancient shamans were next called upon to do the Hokey Pokey and turn themselves around!

Buffy: Vampires are creeps.

Giles: Yes, that is why one slays them.

Love makes you do the wacky.

Say “bye.”

It's not Bob Barker, you scabby morons!

Fire bad, tree pretty,

That was about the most fun you could have without actually having any fun.

I’m tired of being everybody’s butt-monkey.

Uh-oh. You have but-face.

It’s funny. Why doesn’t the earth open up and swallow you when you want it to?

In that case, I won’t wear my button that says, “I’m the Slayer, ask me how.”

I laugh in the face of danger. Then I hide until it goes away.

He’s gone binary on us.

Whoever’s out there, I’m gonna hurt you badly. Just, give me a minute.

She won’t give up until she’s killed me to death!

I think I speak for everyone here when I say, “huh?”

Can we just revel in your fabulous lack of priorities?

Well, we could grind out enemies into talcum powder with a sledgehammer, but, gosh, we did that last night.

It’s like we’re sisters, with really different hair!

Angel, how do you shave?

Mix in a little rectal surgery and it’s the best day ever!

It was a one way street. I was going one way!

I can take a hint…What’s the hint?

Note to self—religion:freaky.

Don’t warn the tadpoles!

There’s a slayer handbook? Is there a t-shirt too?

Angel’s our friend, except I don’t like him.

Here we go! I am the bug man, coo coo cajoo!

I mock you with my monkey pants!

Freud would have said the same thing—except he probably wouldn’t have done the little dance…

Giles, you’re in pace mode. What gives?

Hello, and welcome to Planet Pocket-Protector.

All monkeys are French, didn’t you know that?

Can you say sucking chest wound?

I didn’t jump! I took a tiny step, and there conclusions were.

This is my lucky stake. I call it Mr. Pointy.

I’m seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me want to have sex.

I swear, one of these times you’re going to wake up in a coma.

Are you kidding? I’ve been doing the Vulcan death grip since I was four!

Are there any nachos in here Little Tree?

Aww, Summers, you drive like a spaz.

Spike lips…lips of Spike…Eew!

That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my Yummy Sushi pajamas.

We were going to light a bunch of candles and have sex near them.

Even when he’s good, he’s all billowy-coat-king-of-pain.

I made a little space for the cheese slices.

C’mon, put your back into it. A Watcher scoffs at gravity.

I think I’ve learned to steer by gesturing emphatically.

Cheese will not protect you.

I wear the cheese, it does not wear me.

Try not to bleed on my couch. I just got it steam-cleaned.

A mouse is playing with my knees.

They call him William the Bloody because of his bloody awful poetry.

What's a little sweater sniffing between sworn enemies?

Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea.

Because it's a demon snot monster from outer space.

There's a funny thing with the vaulting horse...

No, you got the better deal.

Sweet, lumpy minion, you're the only one who understands. Probably because I haven't sucked your brains out yet.

I was being patient, but it took too long.

We're rolling in puppies.

"Randy" Giles? Why don't you call me "Horny" Giles or "Desperate-For-A-Shag" Giles? I can't stand you...I'd wager...

Take it easy, Joan.

Ready Randy? Ready, Joan!

A vampire with a soul? How lame is that!

Don't mess with Joan the Vampire Slayer!

You wanna look inside my ears?