"It's the end of the world."
"Again??"

Doomed

Buffy: I thought a professional demon chaser like yourself would have figured it out by now. I'm the Slayer. (No reaction from Riley) Slay-er? - Chosen One. She who hangs out a lot in cemeteries? You're kidding. Ask around. Look it up: Slayer comma the.

Riley: I have bruises... I don't see a scratch on you.
Buffy: You're not looking hard enough.

Spike: Do I look like a plumber to you?
Xander: No, you look like a big mooch that doesn't lift a finger around here. But I have to get to work.
Spike: Yeah, delivering melted cheese on bread, doing your part to keep America constipated.

Willow: Well, Porter dorm is completely blacked out. So naturally they are dealing with the crisis the only way they know how: Aftershock Party.
Buffy: Ah, this from the dorm that brought us the 'Somebody Sneezed' party and the 'Day That Ends in Y' party.

Buffy: The last time we had an earthquake, I died.
Giles: Yes, I know that, and, therefore I completely understand your anxiety.
Buffy: Oh, good. Because I'd hate for my little untimely horrible death concern to be ambiguous.

Xander to Spike: I hate to break it to you, oh impotent one, but you're not the big bad anymore, you're not even the kind of naughty. You're nothing but a waste of space, my space! And as much as I always got a big laugh watching Buffy kick your shiny white bum, as much as I know I can give you a little bum-kicking myself right now, I'm here to tell you something - You're not even worth it.

Buffy: Wow. I wasn't sure where the party was, and then I saw the flashing lights and the ambulance, and I was like, right, of course! Death, carnage, it's a Buffy party!

Giles: It's the end of the world.
Xander, Willow, Buffy: Again?

Giles: It's the end of the world, everyone dies. It's rather important really.

Buffy: Riley, I just... can't.
Riley: Can't talk?
Buffy: Can't any of it. I can't be with you. It's just a huge, black pit of a mistake and I can't go there again.
Riley: Again? You've dated me before?
Buffy: No! Look I was involved... You don't know what my life is like.
Riley: But I'm dying to find out.

Riley: Buffy, I'm thrown by this, I'm confused... But I can feel my skin humming, my hands, my every inch of me. I've never been this excited about anybody before. I'm not trying to scare you, and I'm not going to force myself on you. But I'm, by God, not going to walk away because I think it "might not work." I don't know what's happened in your past...
Buffy: Pain, death, apocalypse. None of it fun. Do you know what a Hellmouth is? Do you have a fancy term for it? Because I went to high school on it, for three years. We do not have that much in common. This is a job to you.
Riley: It's not just a job.
Buffy: It's an adventure, great. But for me, it's destiny. It is something that I can't change, something that I can't escape. I'm stuck!

Xander: You were trying to stake yourself!
Spike: Fag off! It's no concern of yours.
Xander: Is, too. For one thing that's my shirt you're about to dust. For another, we've shared a lot here. You should have trusted me enough to do it for you.
Willow: Xander!
Xander: What? He wants to die, I want to help.

Riley: It just turns out, we are even more well matched than we thought we were. I mean, you're a (sees some people walking by) ... fry cook, and so am I!
Buffy: Yeah, but you're an amateur fry cook and I come from a long line of fry cooks that don't live past 25.

Spike: I should think you would be glad to greet the end of days. I mean, neither one of you is making much of a go at it. You. Kids your age are going off to University, you've made it as far as the basement. And Red here, you couldn't even keep dog-boy happy. You can take the loser out of high school, but...
Willow: I see what you're doing. You're trying to get us to dust you.
Spike: Am not! I just don't want pity from geeks more useless than I am.
Willow: We're not useless! We, we help people. We fight the forces of evil!
Spike: Buffy fights the forces of evil. You're her groupies. She'd do just as well without you better I'd wager, since she wouldn't have to go about saving your hides all the time.
Xander: That is so not true! We're part of the team. She needs us!
Spike: Or you're just the same tenth grade losers you've always been, and she's too much of a softy to cut you loose.

Giles: Oh, as usual, dear.

Giles: The Hellmouth. They are going to open the Hellmouth. The one in the library.
Buffy: Looks like we're going back to high school.

Xander: Sunnydale High. These walls, if they were still walls, what stories they could tell. (Steps on something) Eew! Mayor meat. Extra crispy.

Spike: I can hurt a demon!! (Begins hurting demons, big time!) That's right. I'm back. And I'm a BLOODY ANIMAL!

Xander: So you're one of the commando guys, huh?
Riley: Oh, no, no, no, no. Commando? No, I mean... (Noticing Spike) Don't I know you?
Spike, in a Western accent: Me? No. No, sir. I'm just an old pal of Xander's here.