"Giles" and "orgies" in the same sentence?

The Dark Age

Xander: Giles lived for school. He's actually still bitter that there are only twelve grades.
Buffy: He probably sat in math class thinking, "There should be more math. This could be mathier."
Willow: C'mon, you don't think he ever got restless as a kid?
Buffy: Are you kidding? His diapers were tweed.

Giles: Now, look, tonight is very important.
Buffy: Now, that's a surprise. So, what's on tap tonight that's so important? Uprising, prophesied ritual, preordained deathfest?
Xander: Ah, the old standards!
Giles: Um, a medical transport is delivering the monthly supply of blood to the hospital.
Buffy: Vampire Meals-On-Wheels.

Buffy: Have I ever let you down?
Giles: Do you want me to answer that, or shall I just glare?

Xander: Ooo, gang, did ya hear that? A bonus day of class plus Cordelia! Mix in a little rectal surgery, and it's my best day ever!

Ms Calendar, returning Giles's book: Yeah, y'know how you have to, to dog-ear your favorite pages so you can go back to them?
Giles: Uh, uh, uh, what?
Ms Calendar: Well, I mean, I practically had to fold back every single page. So finally I just, I just started underlining all the pages I really wanted to discuss.
Giles: Underlined...?
Ms Calendar: But then, of course, I spilled coffee all over it, I can't even read it.
Giles: It's a first edition!
Ms Calendar: I'm lying, Rupert - The book's fine. I just love to see you squirm.
Giles: Yes, well, I, uh... trust I gave good... squirm.
Ms Calendar: Did anyone ever tell you you're kind of a fuddy-duddy?
Giles: Nobody ever seems to tell me anything else.
Ms Calendar: Did anyone ever tell you you're kind of a sexy fuddy-duddy?
Giles: Well, no. Actually that part usually gets left out. I can't imagine why.

Cordelia to a police officer: Can you help me with a ticket? It's totally bogus. It was a one-way street. I was going one way.

Angel: Maybe he's late.
Buffy: Giles? Who counts tardiness as, like, the eighth deadly sin?

Xander: Y'know, computers are on the way out. I think paper's gonna make a big comeback.
Willow: And the abacus.
Xander: Yeah, you know, you don't see enough abaci.

Buffy: He didn't show up when he was supposed to last night, and then, when I went over to his place, he was acting... well, very anti-Giles. He wouldn't let me in, and he looked really bad. I think he might've been... I think he was drinking.
Ms Calendar: He was home alone drinking?
Willow: But... tea, right?
Buffy: Wasn't tea, Will.
Xander: Yep, yep, I knew this would happen. Nobody can be wound as straight and narrow as Giles without a dark side erupting. My Uncle Rory was the stodgiest taxidermist you've ever met by day. By night, it was booze, whores, and fur flying. Were there whores?
Buffy: He was alone.
Xander: Give it time.

Buffy: You sold me that dress for Halloween, and nearly got us all killed!
Ethan: But you looked great.

Giles: Is everyone all right?
Cordelia: Super! I kicked a guy!

Cordelia: This is what happens when you have school on Saturday.
Buffy: Xander, how do you feel about digging through some of Giles' personal files and seeing what you can find?
Xander: I feel pretty good about it. Does that make me a sociopath? Nah.

Ms Calendar: Nothing's safe in this world, Rupert. Don't you know that by now?

Cordelia: I'm guessing eww!

Willow: I don't know about Giles, but ancient sects used to induce possession for bacchanals and orgies.
Xander: Okay! Giles and orgies in the same sentence. I coulda lived without that one.

Giles: Here. Drink that, and then I'll drive you home.
Ms Calendar: You could take me home. Or you could take advantage of me in my weakened state.

Giles: I'm sorry.
Buffy: Don't be sorry, be Giles. C'mon, we fight monsters. This is what we do. They show up, they scare us, I beat 'em up and they go away. This isn't any different!
Giles: It is different.
Buffy: Because you don't know how to stop it?
Giles: Because I created it!

Buffy: Ethan? Giles told me everything. Look, it's coming for you.
Ethan: And you came to protect me? I'm touched.
Buffy: Don't worry, it's nothing personal. To protect Giles I have to protect you.
Ethan: How does Ripper inspire such goodness?
Buffy: Cuz he's Giles.
Ethan: And I'm not. Still, lucky me.
Buffy: Hmm. Lucky you.

Buffy: You know what? I'm not real interested in joining your club.
Ethan: Too late. I already voted you in. Y'know, I hope you're not taking this personally, Buffy. I actually kinda like you. It's just that I like myself a whole lot more. If you think of it karmically, this is really big for your soul. You know, taking my place with the demon, giving so that others may live.
Buffy: I'm gonna kill you. Will that blow the whole karma thing?
Ethan: Sweet child. Now, this may sting a little just at first. But don't worry, that'll go away once the searing pain kicks in.

Ethan: Well, I hate to mutilate and run, but...

Giles: But, but you're all right? Is there anything you need?
Ms Calendar: Mm, no, I'm fine. I mean, I'm not... running around, wind in my hair, "the hills are alive with the sound of music" fine, but... I'm coping.

Buffy: I'm not gonna lie to you. It was scary. I'm so used to you being a grownup, and then I find out that you're a person.
Giles: Most grownups are.
Buffy: Who would've thought?
Giles: Some are even ... shortsighted, foolish people.
Buffy: So, after all this time, we finally find out that we do have something in common. Which, apart from being a little weird, is kind of okay.

Giles: Bay City Rollers. Now, that's music.
Buffy: I didn't hear that.