Buffy: "Introduction to the Modern Novel? I'm guessing I'd probably have to read the modern novel."
Willow: "Maybe more than one."
Buffy: "I like books... I just don't want to take on too much. Do they have an introduction to the modern blurb?"

Willow: "It's just, in high school, knowledge was pretty much frowned upon. You really had to work to learn anything. But here, the energy, the collective intelligence... It's like this force, this penetrating force, and I can just feel my mind opening up, you know, and letting this place just thrust into and- and spurt knowledge into... That sentence ended up in a different place than it started out in."

Willow: "He said he wasn't coming back until he'd driven to all 50 states."
Buffy: "Did you explain about Hawaii?"

Buffy: "Yeah, this is great, you know, if we ever need a place for the Nuremberg rallies."
Willow: "This is a real library."
Man: Shhh!"
Willow: "See, we even have to whisper. It's like a whole new world."

Professor: You are sucking energy from everyone in this room. They came here to learn. Get out."
Buffy: "I didn't mean to... suck."

Joyce: "But I didn't move anything. It's still your room."
Buffy: "You filled it with packing crates."
Joyce: "Yeah, but I didn't move anything."
Buffy: "If it's still my room, shouldn't I be able to fit in it?"

Xander: "Basically, I got as far as Oxnard, and the engine fell out of my car. And that was literally. So, I ended up washing dishes at the fabulous "Ladies Night" club for about a month and a half while I tried to pay for the repairs. No one really bothered me, or even spoke to me, until one night when one of the male strippers called in sick, and no power on this earth will make me tell you the rest of that story. Suffice to say I traded my car in for one that wasn't entirely made of rust, came trundling back home to the arms of my loving parents, where everything was exactly as it was except I sleep in the basement, and I have to pay rent. How's college?"
Buffy: "Male strippers?"
Xander: "No power on this earth."

Xander: "When it's dark, and I'm all alone, and I'm scared or freaked out or whatever, I always think - "What would Buffy do?" You're my hero. Okay, sometimes when it's dark, and I'm all alone, I'd think, 'What is Buffy wearing?'"
Buffy: "Can that be one of those things you never, ever tell me about?"

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