Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003)
Rupert Giles: In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
Cordelia Chase: You're really campagning for Bitch Of The Year, aren't you?
Buffy Summers: As defending champion, you nervous?
Anya: For God's sakes Andrew, you've been in here for 30 minutes. What are you doing?
Andrew Wells: Entertaining and educating.
Anya: Why can't you just masturbate like the rest of us?
Dawn Summers: Oh my God. You will never believe what happened at school today!
Buffy Summers: Everybody started singing and dancing?
Dawn Summers: [disappointed] I gave birth to a pterodactyl.
Anya: Oh my God. Did it sing?
Xander Harris: Who's a little fear demon? Come on, who's a little fear demon?
Rupert Giles: Xander, don't taunt it.
Xander Harris: What, can it hurt me?
Rupert Giles: No, it's just... tacky.
Buffy Summers: Cordelia. Your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.
Dawn Summers: [as Buffy offers chicken to the Scooby-gang] I think I'll take a drumstick.
Willow Rosenberg: I'm a breast gal myself. But of course, you already knew that.
Spike: It's nice to watch you be happy. For them, even. I don't see it a lot. You... You glow.
Buffy Summers: That's because the dress is radioactive.
Oz: It looks dead. It smells dead. Yet it's moving around. That's interesting.
Cordelia Chase: No way! I wish us into bizarro-land and you two guys are still together?
Willow Rosenberg: [about Xander dating Cordelia] What's his number? Oh yeah, 1-800-I'm-dating-a-skanky-hoe.
Buffy Summers: Meow.
Willow Rosenberg: Really? I've never gotten a 'meow' before.
Buffy Summers: I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.
Anya: I know you like me. I've seen you looking at my breasts.
Xander Harris: No offense, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open.
Billy 'Ford' Fordham: I know all your deepest secrets, Summers.
Xander Harris: Care to make a small wager on that?
Mayor Richard Wilkins: Where is the courier? I told him to come so he could get his money.
Faith: I made him an offer he couldn't survive.
Xander Harris: You know what day is great for a break-up? Any day but Valentine's Day!
Mayor Richard Wilkins: Man, I'm feeling chipper! Who's up for a root beer?
Drusilla: Say uncle. Oh that's right, you killed my uncle.
Xander Harris: Are you ready to get down, you funky party weasel?
Buffy Summers: From beneath you, it devours.
Willow Rosenberg: So I guess it's true: scythe matters.