Xander : "So, what are our options ?"
Willow : "Well, I figure either I refuse to do the spell and he kills us, or I do the spell and he kills us."
Xander : "Give me a third option."
Willow : "He's so drunk he forgets about us and we starve to death. That's sort of the best one."

Spike : "She wouldn't even kill me. She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire ! Is that too much to ask ? You know, some little sign she cared ?"

Giles : "I suspect your mother will want to put it on the refrigerator."
Buffy : "Yeah. She saw these scores and her head spun around and exploded."
Giles : "I've been on the Hellmouth too long : that was metaphorical, yes ?"
Buffy : "Yes."

Cordelia (à Buffy) : "Well I think this is great ! Now you can leave, and never come back ! Well I mean that in a positive way. Get out of Sunnydale, that's a good thing. What kind of moron would ever wanna come back here ?"

Buffy : "What's wrong ? Not that I care."
Spike : "My head. I thing I'm soberin' up. It's horrible. Oh, God. I wish I was dead."
Buffy : "Well, If you close your eyes and wish really hard..."