Buffy: "I'm way off my game. My game's left the country. It's in Cuernavaca."

Xander: "An ice show. A show performed on ice. And how old are we again?"
Willow: "I went to Snoopy on Ice when I was little. My dad took me backstage, and I got so scared I threw up on Woodstock."
Buffy: "I know you guys think it's just a big, dumb, girlie thing, but it's not. I mean, a lot of those skaters are Olympic medal winners. And every year, my Dad buys me cotton candy and one of those souvenir programs that has all the pictures-- and okay, it's a big, dumb, girlie thing, but I love it."
Oz: "It's not so girlie. Ice is cool. It's water, but it's not."

Buffy: "Before I was the Slayer, I was... Well, I don't want to say shallow, but... let's say a certain person, who will remain nameless, we'll just call her Spordelia, looked like a classical philosopher next to me."

Giles: It's an organic compound of muscle relaxants adrenal suppressors. The effect is temporary. You'll be yourself in a few days.
Buffy: You?
Giles: It's a test Buffy. It's given to The Slayer, once she... if she reaches her 18th birthday. The Slayer is disabled and entrapped a vampire foe who she must defeat in order to pass the test. The vampire you were to face has escaped. His name is Zachary Krelig. As a mortal, he murdered, tortured more than a dozen women before he was committed to an asylum for the criminally insane. When...
Buffy: You bastard. All this time you saw what it was doing to me. All this time and you didn't say a word.
Giles: I wanted to.
Buffy: Liar.
Giles: It matters to tradition and protocol. I must answer to the council. My role in this was very specific. I was to administer the injections and direct you to the old boarding house on Prescott Lane.
Buffy: I can't... I can't hear this.
Giles: Buffy, please.
Buffy: Who are you? How could you do this to me?
Giles: I am deeply sorry Buffy. You have to understand...
Buffy: If you touch me, I'll kill you.
Giles: You have to listen to me. Because I've told you this, the test is invalidated. You will be safe now, I promise you. Whatever I have to do to deal with Krelig... and win back your trust...
Buffy: You stuck a needle in me. You poisoned me.
Cordelia: What's going on? Oh God, is the world ending? I have to research a paper on Bosnia for tomorrow, but if the world's ending I'm not gonna bother.
Giles: You can't walk home alone Buffy, it isn't safe.
Buffy: I don't know you.
Cordelia: Did something take her memory? He's Giles. Gi-les. He hangs out here a lot.
Buffy: Cordelia, could you please drive me home?
Cordelia: Of course. But if the world doesn't end, I'm gonna need a note.

Quentin: Congratulations, you passed. You exhibited extraordinary courage and clear-headedness in battle. The council is very pleased.
Buffy: Do I get a gold star?
Quentin: I understand that you're upset.
Buffy: You understand nothing. You set that monster lose and he came after my mother.
Quentin: You think the test was unfair?
Buffy: I think you better leave town before I get my strength back.
Quentin: We're not in the business of fair Miss Summers. We're fighting a war.
Giles: You're waging a war, she's fighting it. There is a difference.
Quentin: Mr. Giles, if you don't mind.
Giles: The test is done, we're finished.
Quentin: Not quite. She passed, you didn't. The Slayer is not the only one who must perform in this situation. I've recommended to the council and they've agreed that you be relieved of your duties as Watcher immediately. You're fired.
Giles: On what grounds?
Quentin: Your affection for your child has rendered you incapable of clear and impartial judgement. You have a father's love for the child. That is useless for the cause. It would be best if you had no further contact with The Slayer.
Giles: I'm not going anywhere.
Quentin: Well, I didn't expect you to adhere to that. However, if you interfere with the new Watcher or countermand his authority in any way, you will be dealt with. Are we clear?
Giles: Oh, we're very clear.
Quentin: Congratulations again.
Buffy: Bite me.
Quentin: Yes, well... a colorful girl.

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