Xander : Here's your coffee, brewed from the finest Colombian lighter fluid.
Giles : Thank you.
[takes a sip]
Giles : Horrible.
[takes another sip]
Xander : Aren't you supposed to be drinkin' tea, anyway?
Giles : Tea is soothing. I wish to be tense.
Xander : Okay, but you're destroying a perfectly good cultural stereotype here.
Angel : [about the mayor] Well, he's not crazy about germs.
Cordelia : Of course, that's it. We'll attack him with germs.
Buffy : Great. We'll get him cornered and then you can sneeze on him.
Cordelia : No! No, we'll get a container of Ebola virus and, and, um- Or, it doesn't even have to be real. We could just get a box that says Ebola on it and, um, chase him.
Cordelia : With the box.
Xander : I'm starting to lean towards the hummus offensive.
Oz : He'll never see it comin'.
Giles : Buffy no longer needs a Watcher. She'll not be working with Wesley from now on.
Cordelia : But he is her Watcher.
Giles : Buffy no longer needs a Watcher.
Cordelia : Well, does he have to leave the country? I mean, you got fired and you still hang around like a big loser. Why can't he?
Xander : Cordelia, we are trying to stop a massacre here. Want to give us a hand?
Cordelia : Sure, this is just such a Buffy thing to do. She is always thinking of herself.
Xander : [to Angel] Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim, you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass.