Xander: I can handle the Oz full monty. I mean, not handle handle, like, uh, hands-to-flesh, handle.
Willow: Okay, well, it's not for you. It's for me. Um, 'cause I'm still getting used to half a monty.
Xander: Oh, good. Half? You and Oz? Which half?
Willow: [quirks her eybrow and smiles] Wouldn't you like to know.
Giles: Clearly, we're looking for a depraved, sadistic animal.
Oz: Present. Hey, I may be a cold-blooded jelly doughnut, but my timing is impeccable.
Oz: [looks out the window and sees that it's dark outside] Time's up... rules change.
[changes into a werewolf and attacks Pete]
Giles: How long exactly did you rest your eyes for?
Xander: A little now, uh, a little then. But I never heard Oz leave, and he was here in the morning when I, um when I...
Giles: [yells] Woke up!
Xander: You could put it that way if you want to, Mr. Technical.
Buffy: We have a marching jazz band?
Oz: Yeah, but, you know, since the best jazz is improvisational, we'd be going off in all directions, banging into floats... scary.
Cordelia: He didn't? Pete was a monster? Where have I been?
Xander: In your special place, Cor, which is why I adore you.
Buffy: It's tricky covering a fresh shiner like that. You know what works?
Debbie Foley: What?
Buffy: Don't get hit.
Giles: [after Buffy has accidentally shot him with a tranquilizer gun she was aiming at Oz] Oh right, bloody priceless!
Cordelia: Great, now I'm gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.
Giles: And time moves quite differently there, so...
Buffy: I remember. So, he would have been down there for hundreds of years?
Buffy: Of torture.
Faith: All men are beasts, Buffy.
Buffy: Okay, I was hoping to not get that cynical till I was at least forty.
Faith: It's not cynical, I mean, it's realistic. Every guy - from Manimal right down to Mr. I-Loved-The-English-Patient has beast in him. And I don't care how sensitive they act - they're all still just in it for the chase.
[Buffy enters the library, with an uncomfortableness in the air]
Buffy: I'm afraid to ask.
Cordelia: Oz ate someone last night.
Willow: [defensively] He did not!
Buffy: Not too crazy? Those are your credentials?
Mr. Platt: Look, Buffy, any person - grownup, shrink, Pope - any person who claims to be totally sane is either lying or not very bright. I mean, everyone has problems. Everybody has demons, right?
Buffy: [averts her eyes] Gotta say I'm with you on that.