Rupert Giles: I'm so proud of you. You've come so far. You're everything a Watcher- everything I could have hoped for.
Rupert Giles: There must be something in the Book of Tarnis that we've missed, something that we can use against Glory.
Xander Harris: Because that's what we used to kill that big demon that one time.
Xander Harris: No, wait, that-that was a rocket launcher. An, what are you talkin' about?
Anya: We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment.
Rupert Giles: [sarcastic] Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a mountain.
Anya: "Overwhelming"? How much more than "whelming" would that be, exactly?
Gronx: No one can stand against Her Blindingly Scrumptious Luminescence.
Ben: Glory. Her name is Glory. And she's your God, you little scab, not mine.
Gronx: With all due respect, an-and fear of sharp objects, you exist, sir, only because of Her Divine Greatness.
Ben: You mean Her Divine Failure, don't you?
Willow Rosenberg: Don't hit the horsies!
Buffy Summers: We won't.
Buffy Summers: Aim for the horsies.
Buffy Summers: Are you sure you're okay?
Dawn: Yeah, b-but Spike's hurt.
Spike: [Buffy examines roughly] Ow! Easy with the delicates.
Buffy Summers: They'll heal.
Spike: Florence bloody Nightingale to the rescue.
Cleric #1: Energy barrier - a most powerful one.
Dante Chavalier: Can it be breached?
Cleric #1: The witch's magic pales to the might of our god. The infidels' wall... shall tumble before us.