Buffy: "They put me through that test and almost killed me. And then when I was Faith, they almost killed me again. Honestly, I really can't handle almost being killed right now."

Anya: "Customers! Please, bring your money back."

Glory: "Sweet, lumpy minion. You're the only one that understands. Probably because I haven't sucked your brain out yet."

Anya: "Anya Christina Emmanuella Jenkins, 20 years old, born on the 4th of July, and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, Mister, 'cause there were. "Who's our little patriot?" they'd say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now."
Watcher: "So, you spell it A-N-Y-A, then?"

Watcher: "So, you have no special skills or powers or knowledge you bring to the mix, neither of you?"
Anya: "Just enthusiasm for killing the demons. Go deadness for the demons!"

Spike: "Come on in. There's plenty of blood in the fridge."
Dawn: "Do you mean, like, real blood?"
Spike: "What do you think?"
Dawn: "Mostly, I think ewww!"

Spike: "Don't make a lot of noise. Passions is coming on."
Joyce: "Passions? Oh, do you think Timmy's really dead?"
Spike: "Oh, no, no. she can just sew him back together. He's a doll, for god's sake."

Buffy: "I will continue my work with the help of my friends."
Watcher: "I-I, uh, I don't want a sword thrown at me, but... civilians... we're talking about children."
Buffy: "We're talking about two very powerful witches, and a thousand-year-old ex-demon."
Anya: "Willow's a demon?!"

Buffy: "Just tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting."
Quentin: "Well, that's the thing, you see. Glory isn't a demon."
Buffy: "What is she?"
Quentin: "She's a god."

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