Xander: "Here's your coffee, brewed from the finest Columbian lighter fluid."
Giles: "Thank you. Horrible."
Xander: "Aren't you supposed to be drinking tea, anyway?"
Giles: "Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense."
Xander: "OK. But you're destroying a perfectly good cultural stereotype here."

Oz: "Any change?"
Willow: "He's delirious. He thought I was Buffy."
Oz: "You, too, huh?"

Faith: "Miles to go. Little Miss Muffet counting down from 7-3-0."
Buffy: "Great. Riddles."

Xander: "Key? Me? Okay, pride . . . humility . . . and here's the mind-numbing fear. What do I have to do?"

Cordelia: "Of course! That's it! We'll attack him with germs."
Buffy: "Great! We'll get him cornered and then you can sneeze on him."
Cordelia: "No! No. We'll get a container of Ebola virus and . . . and . . . or, it doesn't even have to be real. We can get a box that says Ebola on it and . . . um . . . chase him!"

Xander: "Harmony, listen, I need to talk to you for a sec."
Harmony: "You mean in front of other people?"

Wesley: "With Buffy no longer working for the Council, there's really no place for me here."
Cordelia: "Guess not."
Wesley: "No reason to stay."
Cordelia: "No."
Wesley: "No. No cause to hope that . . . I might be needed. . ."
Cordelia: "Needed. . ."
Wesley: "Or wanted . . ."
Cordelia: "Wanted."
(Kissing)
Cordelia: "Good luck in England."
Wesley: "Yes, well, I'll drop you a line some time."
Cordelia: "That'd be great."

Principal Snyder: "Congratulations to the Class of 1999. You all proved more or less adequate."

Buffy: "My god, he's gonna do the entire speech."
Willow: "Man, just ascend already."
Buffy: "Evil."

Giles: "There's a certain dramatic irony attached to all this. A synchronicity that borders on predestination, one might say."
Buffy: "Fire bad. Tree pretty."

Oz: "Guys, take a moment to deal with this. We survived.
Buffy: "It was a hell of a battle."
Oz: "Not the battle. High School. We're taking a moment. And we're done."
Xander: "Well! School's done. That is so cool!"
Willow: "Why do demons even come here? I mean, don't they know how bad we are?"

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