Xander: "So, here it is. The latest in state-of the art combat technology. I gotta say, it doesn't look that complicated."
Buffy: "So you can repair it?"
Xander: "Sure. Just as soon as I get my master's degree in advanced starship technology."
Willow: "Well, why don't we experiment? Press some buttons, see what happens."
Giles: "Well, I'd like to veto that."
Xander: "Second. It's called a blaster, Will. A word that tends to discourage experimentation. Now, if it were called the Orgasmator, I'd be the first to try your basic button-press approach."

Xander: "That's great, Riley, and, you know, there's no polite way to ask you this, but, uh... did they put a chip in your brain?"

Willow: "What did you tell him?"
Buffy: "The truth - that she's my wacky identical cousin from England, and whenever she visits, hijinks ensue."
Willow: "It's good you guys have such an honest relationship."

Buffy: "I've been looking for you."
Faith: "I've been standing still for eight months, B. How hard you look?"

Willow: "She's like this cleavagey slutbomb walking around going, 'Ooh, check me out. I'm wicked cool. I'm five-by-five.'"
Tara: "Five-by-five? Five what by five what?"
Willow: "See, that's the thing. No one knows."

Buffy: "She's a very dangerous woman."
Riley: "Okay, I get it, Faith bad. Do I look like I'm arguing?"
Buffy: "Not yet. But you always make that innocent face right before you start."
Riley: "Figured that out, huh? Damn. Took Mom twelve years to catch that one."

Buffy: "It's a long story."
Riley: "I'm from Iowa. We drive four hours for a high-school football game. Try me."

Joyce: "You sure you're okay?"
Buffy (Faith): "Five-by-five."