Buffy: "You know, it's probably none of my business, but I just gotta ask... you smell this bad when you were alive? 'Cause if it's a postmortem thing, then boy, is my face red. But just so you know, the fast- growing field of personal grooming's come a long way since you became a vampire."

Buffy: "I can't believe I passed out. Do you think I'm a total wuss now?"
Riley: "Oh, yeah. I like a girl who can play a few hard sets of tennis with a major stab wound."
Buffy: "You said it wasn't that bad."
Riley: "I said I've seen worse. There's a difference."
Buffy: "Well, at least no major organs got kebabed."

Dawn: C'mon, who's the man?
Buffy: You are. A very short, annoying man.

Dawn: When do I get to patrol?
Buffy: Not until you are never!

Buffy: Look, I realize that every Slayer comes with an expiration mark on the package. But, I want mine to be a long time from now. Like a Cheeto.

Spike: "Since I agreed to your little proposition, we can do this my way. Wings."
Buffy: "What?"
Spike: "Spicy buffalo wings. Order me up a plate. I'm feeling peckish."

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