Principal Snyder: "Buffy Summers. If there's trouble, she's behind it."
Buffy: "You stupid little troll. You have no idea."
Principal Snyder: "Attitude problem. Serious."

Cordelia: "I ran. I think I made it through three counties before I realized nobody
was chasing me. Not too brave."

Giles: "What do you want?"
Angel: "I want to torture you. I used to love it. It's been a long time. I mean, the
last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chain saws."

Spike: "What, your Mom doesn't know?"
Joyce: "Know what?"
Buffy: "That I'm, uh...in a band. A rock band...with Spike here."
Spike: "Right. She plays the-the triangle--"
Buffy: "--Drums."
Spike: "Drums, yeah. She's hell on the old skins, you know."

Joyce: "Buffy. . . what's going on?"
Buffy : "Mom. . . I'm a vampire slayer."

Buffy: "I told you. I'm a vampire slayer."
Joyce: "Well, I don't accept that!"
Buffy: "Open your eyes, Mom! What do you think has been going on for the last two years? The fights, the weird occurrences - how many times have you washed blood out of my clothes, you still haven't figured it out?"
Joyce: "Well, it stops now."
Buffy: "It doesn't stop! Do you think I chose to be like this? Do you know how lonely it is? How dangerous? I would love to be upstairs watching TV or gossiping about boys or god, even studying. But I have to save the world. Again."
Joyce: "No. This is insane. You need help."
Buffy: "I'm not crazy, Mom! What I need is for you to chill. I'll be back."
Joyce: "I'm not letting you out of this house."
Buffy: "You can't stop me."

Angel: What's happening, Buffy?
Buffy: Shhhhh. . . it doesn't matter.
Buffy: I love you.
Angel: I love you. . .
Buffy: Close your eyes.

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