"He was a curator at a British museum, or the British museum? I'm not sure. But he knows everything and he brought all these historical volumes and biographies and am I the single dullest person alive?"

Willow: "Oh, I--I need to sit down."
Buffy: "You are sitting down."
Willow: "Oh, good for me."

"Does anybody mind if I pass out?"

"Yeah, you're the Slayer. We're, like, the Slayerettes."

Giles: "Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?"
Willow: "Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?"

Willow: "I need to talk to you. I can help you."
Amy: "Help me? With what?"
Willow: Well--well you know, all your witchcraft. I know this really good cauldron. Do you actually ride a broom?"

Buffy: "Well, I'm not constantly monitoring his health, his moods, his blood pressure..."
Willow: "130 over 80."
Buffy: "You got it bad, girl."

"He makes my head go tingly."

"Why couldn't he be possessed by a puppy, or some ducks?"

"What's it like where you are?"

Xander: "I once drank an entire gallon of gatorade without taking a breath."
Willow: "It was pretty impressive. Although later there was an ick factor."

Willow: "How is it you always know this stuff? You always know what's going on. I never know what's going on."
Giles: "Well, you weren't here from midnight until six researching it."
Willow: "No, I was sleeping."

Willow: "Xander, you wanna' stay and help me?"
Xander: "You kidding?"
Willow: "Yes, it was a joke I made up."
Xander: "Willow, I love you, but bye!"

Xander: "Guess who."
Willow: "Uh, Xander?"
Xander: "Yeah, but keep guessing anyway."
Willow: "Xander?"
Xander: "Oh, I can't fool you. You see right through my petty charade."

"You're having an expression."

"Malcolm! Remember me, your girlfriend? I think it's time we break up. But maybe we can still be friends.

Giles: "...Our new fuhrer, Mr. Snyder.
Willow: "I think they call them Principals now.

Buffy: "What am I gonna do, slay vampires on stage?
Willow: "Maybe in a funny way.

"The creep factor is also heightened. It could be anyone. It could be me. *pause* It's not, though.

"My parents don't even bicker. Sometimes they glare."

Xander: "Wendell was in Cordelia's light"
Wendell: "I'm so ashamed."
Willow: "Why is she so Evita-like?"
Buffy: "I think it's the hair."
Willow: "Weighs heavy on the cerebral cortex."

Xander: "Oh, the spiders. Willow's been kind of, um...what's the word I'm looking for? Insane about what happened yesterday."
Willow: "I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you. For crawling across your face in the middle of the night. Ew! How do they not ruffle you?"
Xander: "I'm sorry. I'm unruffled by spiders. Now, if a bunch of Nazis crawled all over my face..."

"I'm not afraid. You'd think I'd be afraid, but I'm not."

"I had to sing. Very bad. To sing."

Willow: "Personal question?"
Xander: "Yeah, shoot."
Willow: "When Buffy was a vampire, you weren't still, like, attracted to her, were you?"
Xander: "Willow, how can you--I mean, that's really bent! She was...grotesque!"
Willow: "Still dug her, huh?"
Xander: "I'm sick. I need help."
Willow: "Don't I know it."

Xander: "I wanna' do it now. I gotta' do it now."
Willow: "Well, Buffy's not here. You can practice on me some more."

Cordelia: "You don't understand. I'm not mad. He totally flaked on me. On me! And I don't even care. God help me, I think it's cute. Oh! There they are. They're watching cartoons. That's so cu--that's not cute. That's annoying. I'm annoyed."
Willow: "Right. I'm furious."

Willow: "We've got to get to the library."
Cordelia: "The library. Great."
Willow: "Of course, we generally walk there."