Xander: "I'm exhausted just looking at those two. All this splashing and jumping and running... shouldn't relaxing involve less exertion?"
Anya: "Absolutely. Exertion can lead to sweatiness."
Tara: "Which can cause the pain and heartbreak of stinkiness. Better to just stay put."
Willow: "I think we've just put our finger on why we're the sidekicks."

Willow: "Now that I know there's something to know, I can't not know, just because I'm afraid somebody will know I know. You know?"
Giles: "Did that mean yes?"

Buffy: "Who are you?"
Dracula: "I apologize, I assumed you knew. I'm Dracula."
Buffy: "Get out!"

Xander: "Nice! Look who's got a bad case of Dark Prince envy."
Dracula: "I have no interest in you. Leave us."
Xander: "No, we're not going to leave you. And where'd you get that accent, Sesame Street? Von, two, three... three victims. Mwah, hahahhaha!"

Anya: "I doubt he'd remember me. I was just a silly young thing. I mean, like 700 or so. But he did say that this guy I cursed was doomed forever, which was really sweet, don't you think?"
Xander: "Adorable."

Xander: "I will serve you, your excellent spookiness. Or Master, I'll just stick with Master."
Dracula: "You are strange and off-putting. Go now."

Xander: "Where is he? Where's the creep that turned me into a spider-eating man-bitch?"
Buffy: "He's gone."
Xander: "Damn it! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects, and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt-monkey."
Buffy: "Check. No more butt-monkey."

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