Buffy: Angel was cured.
Giles: I'm sorry?
Buffy: When I killed him, Angel was cured. Your spell worked at the last minute, Will. I was about to take him out, and, um... something went through him... and he was Angel again. He-he didn't rememebr anything that he'd done. He just held me. Um, but i-it was... it was too late, and I-I had to. So I-I told him that I loved him... and I kissed him... and I killed him. I don't know if that helps with your spell or not, Giles.
Giles: Uh, yes, I-I believe it will.
Willow: I'm sorry.
Buffy: It's okay. I've been holding onto that for so long. Felt good to get it out... I'll see you guys later.
Willow: Giles, I know you don't like me playing with mystical forces, but I can really help with this binding spell.
Giles: There is no spell.
Faith: God, I could eat a horse. Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?
[everybody looks at Buffy]
Buffy: Well... Sometimes I-I crave a nonfat yogurt afterwards.
Cordelia: I get it!
[everybody looks at Cordelia]
Cordelia: Not the horny thing, yuck! But the two slayer thing. There was one, and then Buffy died for like two minutes, so then Kendra was called, and then when she died, Faith was called.
Mr. Trick: Sunnydale. Town's got quaint, and the people: he called me "sir", don't you just miss that? I mean, admittedly, it's not a haven for the brothers. You know, strictly the Caucasian persuasion here in the Dale. But you know you just gotta stand up and salute that death rate. I ran a statistical analysis and, Hello Darkness. Makes D.C. look like Mayberry. And ain't nobody sayin' boo about it. We could fit right in here. Have us some fun.
Buffy: Oh, no... I have to go take an English make-up exam. They give you credit just for speaking it, right?
Buffy: Maybe I should introduce you again. Faith, this is Giles.
Faith: I've seen him. If I'da known they came that young and cute, I would've requested a transfer.
Buffy: Raise your hand if eww.
Buffy: Mom, the only way you get a new slayer is when the old slayer dies.
Joyce: Then that means you... When did you die? You never told me you died.
Buffy: No it-it was just for a few minutes.
Willow: And over here, we have the cafeteria, where we were mauled by snakes.
Xander: And this is the spot where, uh, Angel tried to kill Willow.
Willow: Oh, and over there in the lounge is where Spike and his gang nearly massacred us all on Parent-Teacher night.
Willow: Oh, and-and up those stairs, I was sucked into a muddy grave.
Xander: And they say young people don't learn anything in high school nowadays, but, um, I've learned to be afraid.
Willow: Maybe we shouldn't be too couply around Buffy.
Cordelia: Oh, you mean 'cause of how the only guy that ever liked her turned into a vicious killer and had to be put down like a dog?
Xander: Can she cram complex issues into a nutshell or what?
Oz: Alright, prepare to uncouple... Uncouple.
[both couples separate]
Cordelia: When did you become Martha Stewart?
Buffy: First of all, Martha Stewart knows jack about hand-cut prosciutto.
Xander: I don't believe she slays, either.
Oz: Oh, I hear she can, but she doesn't like to.
Buffy: I just wanna get my life back, you know? Do normal stuff.
Willow: Like date?
Xander: Aw, you wanna date. I saw that half-smile, you little slut.
[Xander starts chuckling and Buffy punches him on the arm]
Xander: [still kind of chuckling] Ow.
Buffy: Alright... yes, date, and shop and hang out and go to school and save the world from unspeakable demons. You know, I wanna do girlie stuff.
Buffy: So, let me get this strait. I'm really back in school because the School Board overruled you. Wow! That's like having your whole ability to do this job called into question, when you think about it.
Joyce: I think what my daughter's trying to say is, "Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah."
Scott Hope: I'm sorry, I'm a bad liar. It's not good for the soul. Or-or the skin, actually, it makes me blotch.
Oz: [to Faith] I'm wondering about your position on werewolves.
Willow: [proudly] Oz is a werewolf.
Buffy: It's a long story.
Oz: I got bit.
Buffy: Apparently not that long.
Faith: Hey, as long as you don't go scratching at me or humpin' my leg, we're five by five.
Oz: Fair enough.
Faith: When I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away and I only know one thing: that I'm gonna win, and they're gonna lose. I like that feeling.
Buffy: Well sure, beats that "dead" feeling you get when they win and *you* lose.
Faith: What about you? What was your toughest kill?
Buffy: [thinking of Angel] Um, well, you know, they're all difficult, I guess. Uh, oh, oh, do you guys remember the Three? That's right, you never met the Three. Well, there was three...
Buffy: Oh, the one that nearly bit me mentioned something about 'kissing toast'. He lived for kissing toast.
Giles: [alarmed] You mean, Kakistos?
Buffy: Maybe it was taquitos. Maybe he lived for taquitos. What?
Buffy: Is that bad?
Giles: Kakistos is Greek, it means the worst of the worst. It's also the name of a vampire so old that his hands and feet are cloven.
Scott Hope: How are you?
Buffy: Uh, okay, you know I gotta...
Scott Hope: I know, be somewhere else, right? Think of this as my last-ditch effort. I realize that one more is gonna qualify as stalking... I've given a lot of thought, some might say too much thought, to-to how I might be a part of your life. It begins with conversation - we all know this - maybe over a cup of coffee. Or maybe at the Buster Keaton festival playing on State Street all this weekend.
Buffy: You know, come to think of it, I-I don't think I've given a fair chance to... Buster Keaton. I-I like what I've seen of him so far; I-I think it might be time to see a little more.
Scott Hope: [smiles] Keaton is key.
Buffy: Hey, uh, I was, um, I was waiting for you to get out of class.
Scott Hope: Oh, uh, why?
Buffy: Um, there was someone, a while ago, and, uh, the ring sort of confused me. But I like what you said about friendship, I liked it a lot. And Buster Keaton, big fun. And I'm capable of big fun, even though there's no earthly way you could possibly know that about me, wow if I knew I was gonna go on this long, I probably would have brought some water. Uh, what I'm trying to say is, um, if you would still like to go to the film festival - and I would understand it if you didn't - I'd pretty much love to go with you.
Scott Hope: Uh, um. I don't know, Buffy. I'm-I'm really gonna have to think about this.
[Turns away, turns back]
Scott Hope: Okay, you know what, I've thought about it and I'm in. When do you want to go?