Spike:So do you like being the little spoon or the big spoon?
Buffy:I’m not a spoon. I’m a knife. And I’m going to stab you in the eyeball.
I really only listen to, like, German death reggae and Halloween sound effects records from the 1950s. And Bette Midler. Obviously.
Buffy:Angel's really cute, kinda scruffy, but in a cute way. All natural, you know? He shops at thrift stores so you know he’s really trendy. We had dinner at Willy's, because he’s friends with the manager and gets free baked goods. Then, we went back to his place, which is this really cool abandoned building he shares with, like, twenty of his friends! And he doesn’t even have to pay rent!
Willow:What the fuck. Buffy, you’re dating a hobo.
I was getting kind of sick of listening to Spike talk about his relationship… but then I remembered that alcohol existed. [takes a swig of wine in coffee mug] Thank you, alcohol.
I Came Out to Have a Good Time and I’m Honestly Feeling So Attacked Right Now.
Tara:Oh, you’re high!
Willow:You can win every argument like that, but that does not make you right!
Why should you go to jail for a crime someone else…noticed? You don’t need double talk. You need Bob Loblaw.
You know how if you feed a starving person too much too fast, they die of shock? I’m like that, only with romance.
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