Willow: Sounds like your mom’s in a state of denial.
Buffy: More like a continent. She just has to realize that I can’t go away.
Willow: Maybe not now, but soon, maybe. Or maybe I, too, hail from denial land.
Buffy: Faith’s turn to the dark side of the Force pretty much put the proverbial kibosh on any away plans for me.
Buffy: I can’t believe you got into Oxford!
Willow: It’s pretty exciting.
Oz: There’s some deep academia there.
Buffy: That’s where they make Gileses!
Vamp: You killed him.
Faith: What are you, the narrator?
Wesley: We need time to fully analyze the situation, and devise a proper and strategic stratagem.
Buffy: Wes, hop on the train, or get off the tracks.
Buffy: Looks like a job for wiccan-girl. What do you say, Will? Big time danger.
Willow: Hey, I eat danger for breakfast.
Xander: But, oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods.
Willow: Oh, yeah, I’m bad.
Willow: It didn’t have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo-hoo!
Principal Snyder: Why couldn’t you be dealing drugs like normal people?