SPIKE: Brown-robe types are always protecting something. It's the only way they can justify giving up girls.

BUFFY: Get away from my sister.
GLORY: Hey, we were just talking about you.
BUFFY: Conversation's over, hell-bitch.

BEN: Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness courtesy of ... whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard. Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time.
DAWN: Don't like 'em anyway.
BEN: What? Is that even possible?
DAWN: Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains.

DAWN: Like you'd tell me anyway. Dawn's too young and Dawn's too delicate.
BUFFY: Right. A young delicate pain in my butt.

ANYA: We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff-
JOYCE: Um...
XANDER: Anya!
ANYA: You know, like, say there's a fireman, or a shepherd-

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