Principal Snyder: "Sheila has never burnt down a school building."
Buffy: "Well, that was never proven. The fire marshall said it could've been mice."
Principal Snyder: "Mice."
Buffy: "Mice that were smoking?"

Spike: "If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would've been like Woodstock."

Buffy: "What can you really tell about a person from a test score?"
Joyce: "Whether or not she's ever going out with her friends again."
Buffy: "Oh, that."

Giles: "This Saturday's going to need a great deal of preparation."
Willow: "Well, we'll help."
Xander: "Yeah, I'll whittle stakes."
Willow: "And I can research stuff."
Xander: "And while I'm whittling, I plan to whistle a jaunty tune."

Sheila: "Did you really burn down a school building one time?"
Buffy: "Well, not actually "one time".
Sheila: "Cool!"

Xander: "You've been studying for nearly twelve minutes."
Buffy: "No wonder my brain's fried."

Giles: "We do have slightly more urgent matters to discuss."
Buffy: "Yeah, like keeping my mom away from Principal Snyder tomorrow night."
Ms. Calendar: "And not dying Saturday."

Cordelia: "My fingers are cramping. How long have I been doing this?"
Xander: "Three minutes."
Cordelia: "So can I go now? She doesn't need this many stakes. I mean, if this guy Spike is as mean as you all said, it should be over pretty quickly."
Buffy: "..."
Cordelia: "We're still all rooting for you on Saturday. I'd be there for you myself if I didn't have a leg wax."

Cordelia: "You're starting to look a little slagged. What, are you just skipping foundation entirely now?"
Buffy: "Cordelia, I have at least three lives to contend with, none of which really mesh. It's kind of like oil and water and a...third unmeshable thing."
Cordelia: "Yeah, and I can see the oil. Is that your mom? Now that is a woman that knows how to moisturize. Did it, like, skip a generation?"

Buffy: "Giles, my mother's in that room. If I don't make it out of here, I know you'll make sure she does."
Giles: "Bloody right, I will."

Angel: "I had to see if he was buying it or not."
Xander: "And if he bit me, what then?"
Angel: "We would have known he bought it."
Xander: "What's the deal with you being his sire? What's a sire?"