Buffy: "A nest. No biggie. I bet I could do it. I mean, I know I could take at least two."
Anya: "Yes. And then we could run for help while the other three suck your heart out through your neck."

Xander: "We knocked 'em dead. Which they already were."
Willow: "We knocked 'em deader."
Anya: "Well, they weren't very well organized. If they'd all rushed at Buffy, they could have killed her right away."
Buffy: "Thanks, Anya, that won't keep me awake all night."

Spike: "Yeah, back off, Betty."
Buffy: "It's Buffy, you big, bleached... stupid guy."

Buffy: "There's no way he could know. I mean, you don't just look at someone and say, 'Hey, that's not your body. Get out of that body with your hands up!'"

Anya: "I did not."
Xander: "Last night, with me, you said 'Jonathan.'"
Anya: "It was a moan."
Xander: "Fine, you moaned 'Jonathan.'"
Anya: "Nuh-uh. It was like, 'A-a-a-ahhh.'"
Xander: "Maybe it was 'A-a-a-ahhnathon.' Still not fluffing up the old ego."

Anya: "Xander's not here."
Buffy: "Oh."
Anya: "You're not going away. Why aren't you going away?"
Buffy: "Well, I was kind of hoping to look at some of Xander's stuff."
Anya: "Oh. sure. Come on in, make yourself at home. And so on."

Buffy: "Well, I was just kind of wondering if maybe anyone else thought that Jonathan was kind of too perfect?"
Xander: "No, he's not. He's just perfect enough. He crushed the bones of the Master, he blew up a big snake made out of Mayor, and he coached the US Women's soccer team to a stunning World Cup victory."

Buffy: "Giles, do you have a Jonathan swimsuit calendar?"
Giles: "No... Yes. It was a gift."

Xander: "So we're saying he did a spell just to make us think he was cool?"
Giles: "Yes."
Xander: "That is so cool!"