Willow: "You're thinking too much. Maybe you need to be impulsive."
Buffy: "Impulsive? Do you remember my ex-boyfriend? The vampire? I slept with him, he lost his soul, and now my boyfriend's gone forever and the demon that wears his face is killing my friends. The next impulsive decision I make will be my choice of dentures."
Willow: "Okay. The Angel thing went badly. I'm on board with that."

Xander: "This was no wimpy chain rattler. This was 'I'm dead as hell and I'm not gonna take it anymore.'"
Giles: "Well, despite the Xander-speak, that's a fairly accurate description of a poltergeist."
Xander: "I defined something? Accurately? Guess I'm done with the book learnin'."

Spike: "It's paradise. Big windows, lovely gardens. It'll be perfect when we want the sunlight to kill us."

Willow: "This is freaky. I don't remember ever seeing Giles be this way."
Xander: "I know. He's usually Investigate-Things-from-Every-Boring-Angle Guy. Now he's, like, Cling-to-My-One-Lame-Idea Guy."

Cordelia: "You expect me to wear that thing? It smells like grandpa breath."