Angel: "Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir. Open it's jaws, and howl.
It speaks to us... guides us... Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank... Without passion, we'd be truly dead."

Xander: "Hello! Excuse me, but have you ever heard of knockin'?"
Jonathan: "We're supposed to get some books...on Stalin."
Xander: "Does this look like a Barnes & Noble?"
Giles: "This is a school library, Xander."
Xander: "Since when?"

Willow: "Really?! Me? Teach the class?! Sure!"
Jenny: "Cool."
Willow: "Oh wait. What if they don't recognize my authority? What if they try to convince me that you always let them leave class early? What if there's a fire drill? What if there's a fire?"

Joyce: "Don't tell me. He's changed. He's not the same guy you fell for?"
Buffy: "In a nutshell!"

Willow: "I have to go. I have a class to teach in about five minutes, and I have to arrive early to glare disapprovingly at the stragglers."

Willow: "I'm gonna' have a hard time explaining this to my dad."
Buffy: "You really think it'll bother him?"
Willow: "Ira Rosenberg's only daughter nailing crucifixes to her bedroom wall? I have to go over to Xander's house just to watch A Charlie Brown Christmas every year."
Buffy: "I see your point."
Willow: "Although it is worthwhile to see him do the Snoopy dance."

Willow: "Well, it went fine until Angel showed up and told Buffy's mom that he and Buffy had--well, you know, that...they had...you know...you do know, right?"
Giles: "Oh, yes, sorry."
Willow: "Oh good, 'cause I just realized that being a librarian and all, you maybe didn't know."
Giles: "No, thank you. I got it."