Xander: "Now I'm the bartender, I kick people out."
Buffy: "You know there's more to it than wiping and kicking? Mixing drinks, for instance."
Xander: "Oh, I've seen 'Cocktail.' I can do the hippy-hippy shake."

Xander: "Ice water. Do you want that on the rocks?"

Smart Guy: "It sounds like the two of you were having quite the meeting of minds, possibly debating the geo-political ramifications of bioengineering. You have a take on that?"
Xander: "I've got beer. You want some beer?"

Oz: "Hey, you got a table."
Willow: "I had to kill a man."
Oz: "Well, it's a really good table."

Willow: "'My name is Veruca. I'm in a band."Oh, I'm Oz. I'm in a band, too. Oh, and this is Will."Oh, how fun, a groupie.' Groupie! Buff, have you heard of this Veruca chick - dresses like Faith, voice like an albatross?"
Buffy: "TV is a good thing. Bright colors. Music. Tiny little people."
Willow: "What have you done with Buffy?"
Buffy: "I'm suffering the afterness of a bad night of... badness."
Willow: "You didn't. Not with Parker again."
Buffy: "No. With four really smart guys."
Willow: "Four? Oh. Ow."

Willow: "He deserves a torturous and slow death by spider bites. Well, for today we'll just have to throw spitballs at his neck in class."

Buffy: "Fire bad!"

Xander: "And was there a lesson in all this, huh? What did we learn about beer?"
Buffy: "Foamy!"
Xander: "Good. Just as long as that's clear."

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