[after Faith compares him to Angel]
Spike: Angel's dull as a table lamp, and we have very different coloring.
Xander Harris: I've been through more battles with Buffy than you all can ever imagine. She stopped everything that's ever come up against her. She's laid down her life - literally - to protect the people around her. This girl has died *two* times, and she's still standing. You're scared, that's smart. You got questions, you should. But you doubt her motives, you think Buffy's all about the kill, then you take the little bus to battle. I've seen her heart - and this time not literally - and I'm telling you right now she cares more about your lives than you will ever know. You gotta trust her. She's earned it.
[after Xander's speech about Buffy]
Faith: Damn. I never knew you were *that* cool.
Buffy: Well, you always were a little slow.
Andrew: Faith. Her name alone invokes awe. Faith. A set of principles or beliefs upon which you're willing to devote your life. The dark slayer. A lethal combination of beauty, power, and death. For years and years, or - to be more accurate - months, Faith fought on the side of good, terrorizing the evil community. But like so many tragic heroes, Faith was seduced by the lure of the dark side. She wrapped evil around her like a large, evil Mexican serape. She became a cold-blooded killer. Nobody was immune to her trail of destruction. Not friends, not family.
[while he talks various scenes are running of Faith's fightings from past shows]
Andrew: Not even the most pacifist and logical of races.
[Faith fighting a Vulcan - very like Spock in Star Trek - in a cave]
Amanda: What the hell are you talking about? I thought Faith killed a volcanologist.
Andrew: Silly, silly... Amanda. Why would Faith kill a person who studies Vulcans?
Amanda: He studied volcanoes. He was a professor.
Andrew: Ah, yes. Well, regardless...
Faith: You're protecting vampires? Are you the bad slayer now? Am I the good slayer now?
Caleb: What can I say? I work in mysterious ways.
[kills a Potential]
Caleb: Also, some fairly straightforward ones.
Kennedy: I don't care if it's Godzilla. I wanna get in this thing.
Andrew: Godzilla is mostly Tokyo-based, so he's probably a no-show.
Amanda: Besides, Matthew Broderick can kill Godzilla. How tough is he?
Andrew: [in a whiny voice] Xander!
Xander Harris: Matthew Broderick did not kill Godzilla. He killed a big, dumb lizard that was *not* the real Godzilla.
[about the potential Slayers]
Faith: No more Starbucks for the wannabes, man. They've been spazzing for, like, hours.
Buffy: If this place is a trap, we give the signal, you guys come in, guns a-blazing.
Xander Harris: So, what's the signal?
Buffy: I'm thinkin' lots and lots of yelling.
Caleb: You're the one who sees everything, aren't you? Well, let's see what we can't do about that.
[Caleb gouges Xander's eye out]
Faith: Whatcha wanna do to her, vamp? Huh? Somethin' like this?
Spike: Nice punch you got there. Lemme guess. Leather pants, nice right cross, doe eyes, holier-than-thou glower. You must be Faith.
Faith: Oh, goodie. I'm famous.
Spike: Told you were coming. Bit of a misunderstanding here. I'm...
Faith: Spike. Yeah, we've met before.
Spike: We have? I don't think we-
[Faith kicks him]
Spike: Bloody hell! What're you doing? I'm on your side.
Faith: Yeah? Maybe you haven't heard. I've reformed.
Spike: So have I.
Spike: I reformed way before you did.
[Faith punches him]
[Faith punches him again]
Spike: me! We're on the same side.
Faith: Please. You think I'm stupid?
Spike: Well, yeah.
Faith: You were attacking that girl.
Faith: [Buffy punches Faith]
Buffy: Sorry, Faith. I didn't realize that was you.
Faith: It's alright, B. Luckily you still punch like you used to.
Faith: He's like Angel?
Buffy: Sort of.
Spike: I'm nothing like Angel
Buffy: He fights on my side. Which is more than I can say for some of us.
Buffy: I don't have time for your vendetta, but I need you in this fight. I want you on my side.
Principal Robin Wood: Thanks. That-That means a lot.
Buffy: So, we're good?
Principal Robin Wood: Absolutely. You're fired.
Principal Robin Wood: Effective immediately.
Buffy: You're firing me? I just refrained from kicking your ass.
Faith: Three squares, nice weight room, movie every third Sunday, could've been worse.
Spike: What movie?
Faith: Last one was Glitter. I guess it couldn't have been worse.
Faith: We've met before, you know.
Spike: Yeah, you made a great impression on my chin.
Faith: Not in the graveyard. Before that. I was kinda wearing a different body. You seemed okay with it.
Spike: The body swap.
Faith: Buffy fill you in on that whole deal?
Spike: She told me what went down.
Faith: Look, I may have said a few things that...
Spike: "You could ride me until my knees buckled. Squeeze me 'til I pop like warm champagne" - that's not the kind of thing a man forgets.
Faith: You should have known it wasn't blondie behind the wheel. She'd never throw down like that.
Spike: Oh, you have been away.
Faith: What? Don't tell me little Miss Tightly Wound's been getting her naughty on?
Spike: Not of late.
Faith: Wow, everyone's just full of surprises.
Caleb: Now, it's a simple story - stop me if you've heard it. I have found and truly believe that there is nothing so bad it cannot be made better with a story, and this one's got a happy ending. There once was a woman, and she was foul, like all women, for Adam's rib was dirty - just like Adam himself - for what was he, but human. But this woman - she was filled with darkness, despair, and why? Because she did not know, she could not see. She didn't know the Good News, the glory that was coming. That'd be you. For the Kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, now and forever. You show up, they'll get in line, 'cause they followed her. And all they have to do is take one more step, and I'll kill them all. See? I told you it had a happy ending.
Caleb: Well, you're the other one, aren't you. You're Cain to her Abel. No offense meant to Cain, of course.
Faith: Never was much for the good book.
Caleb: Oh, it has its moments. Paul had some good stuff, for instance. But overall I find it a tad complicated. I like to keep things simple: good folk, bad folk, clean folk, dirty folk...
[kills a Potential]
Buffy: First as Buffy: How do you like what I'm wearing?
Caleb: Just another dirty girl. And, since you only dress up in dead folk, I'm guessing, one who's already been paid her wage.
Buffy: First as Buffy: Look hard. What do you see?
Caleb: Strength. And the loneliness that comes with real strength.
Buffy: First as Buffy: Nothing about my pert and bouncy hairdo?
Caleb: You're her.
Buffy: First as Buffy: The slayer.