If you think that's enough to kill me,
you really don't know what a Slayer is.

The I in Team

Anya on poker: What a stupid game. All these rules just to win little plastic disks.

Xander: Wish the Buff could've made it. This three-hand poker is not quite the game.
Willow: Guess she's out with Riley. You know how it is with a spanking new boyfriend.
Anya: Yes, we've enjoyed spanking.

Willow: Do ya want to let him know you're here?
Buffy, watching Riley: No. Just enjoying a good stare. Tell me about your night.
Willow: Well, spent most of it at Xander's teaching Anya to play poker.
Buffy: That sounds like fun.
Willow: Yeah. Except the Anya part and the poker part.
Buffy: Will, I think you better get used to - a Twinkie!? That's his lunch? Oh, he is so gonna be punished.
Willow, sadly: Everyone's getting spanked but me.

Buffy: I had no idea. This is incredible. But not that I thought it was some fly-by-night operation. Unless it is! I mean, can you guys fly? At night. With those jet-pack things, do you have those?
Riley: I can't really talk about it.

Walsh: Your visitor's pass. And I've assembled some reading material to bring you up to speed.
Buffy: Oh. And I thought I was never gonna get homework from you again.
Walsh: You can't take that home. That's classified material. Highly sensitive. When you're through reading those pages you'll have to eat them.
Riley: She's joking.
Walsh: Don't worry, it doesn't happen very often.

Walsh: We've made significant advances in reconditioning the sub-terrestrials. Bringing them to a point where they no longer pose a threat.
Buffy: So I've seen. ... on the Discovery Channel. With gorillas and sharks. They, they made them all nice. You haven't seen it?

Anya: Xander. You haven't been paying any attention to me, tonight. Just peddling those process food breaks. I don't know why.
Xander: Well, let me put it in a way you'll understand. Sell bars. Make money. Take Anya nice places. Buy pretty things.
Anya: That does make sense. All right, I support you. Go sell more.

Riley: Hope you don't mind us tagging along.
Willow: No. No, of course not. The more the ... more.

Buffy: Well, a man that worships chaos and tries to kill you, is a man you can trust.

Buffy: Why exactly can't we damage this polka thing's arms? I, uh, not that I want to, it's just in my experience when fighting for your life body parts get damaged and... better its bits than mine. Or ... ours.
Engleman: We wish to study the physiology of every subterrestrial's natural defenses. It's part of the research we do here. Uh... Yes?
Buffy: What do they want?
Engleman: Want?
Buffy: Why are they here? Sacrifices, treasure, or they just get rampagy? I find it's easier to predict their responses if I know...
Engleman: They're not sentient. Just destructive, I believe.
Walsh: They do have keen eyesight, however. You might want to be suited up for this.
Buffy: Oh. You mean the cammo and stuff? I thought about it but, I mean, it's gonna look all "Private Benjamin." Don't worry I've patrolled in this halter many times.

Buffy: So I guess she hates me now.
Riley: What?
Buffy: Professor Walsh. Questions. An Initiative faux pas, yes?
Riley: It's ... a little unusual. She's just not used to it. Maybe because you barely ever opened your mouth in her classroom. But I know she likes you. In fact, she liked you before I did.
Buffy: Really?
Riley: Told me so herself.
Buffy: Maybe I should get her a present or something...
Riley: Buffy. Can we talk about this later? There's a dangerous hostile out here and, since I don't have your reflexes, I kinda need to focus.
Buffy: Right. Right. ... What do you mean she liked me before you did?
Riley: Uh...
Buffy: You didn't like me?

Buffy: So ... what do you want to do now?

Xander, still selling Boost bars: Try one! Check these flavors. Cherry-berry. Maple walnut. Ooo, almond licorice!
Anya: Ew.
Xander: Anya, we don't say "ew" in front of potential customers.
Anya: Just skip this part and tell him you want money to buy me pretty things. He'll understand.
Giles: Very well. Hmm, maple walnut.
Xander: An excellent choice.
(Giles tries the bar.)
Giles: Please leave my home now.

Giles: And ... how is this our concern? Seeing as how you've expressed the desire to have nothing more to do with us.
Xander: Spike said that?
Giles: Mm-hmm.
Xander: That hurts.
Spike: All right. What do you want me to say? I need help. And no cheek from you. Look! The buggers shot me. In the back.
Giles: Remind me. Why should I help you?
Spike: Because you do that. You're the goody-good guys. You're the bloody freaking cavalry.
Giles: No, you can come up with a better answer than that. Why should I help you?
Spike: Ooh! Because I helped you! When you turned into that Fyarl demon, I helped you, didn't I?
Giles: And that was out of the evilness of your heart?
Spike: Oh, hell no. I made you pay me... You right bastard.

Buffy: I don't understand. Aren't you curious about all the science and research stuff they're doing?
Riley: I know all I need to know. We're doing good here. Protecting the public. Removing the subterrestrial threat. It's work worth doing.

Buffy: Danger's my birthright.

Buffy: Am I supposed to salute you?
Walsh: No.
Buffy: Okay.

Willow: Did it work? Is the atmosphere ionized?
(Everyone's hair stands on end)
Giles: I'd venture yes.

Buffy: Professor Walsh. That simple little recon you sent me on ... wasn't a raccoon. Turns out it was me trapped in the sewers with a faulty weapon and two of your pet demons. If you think that's enough to kill me, you really don't know what a Slayer is. Trust me when I say you're gonna find out.

Giles: It will be dark soon. I think it will be wise for you to leave Sunnydale.
Spike: I'm not going anywhere. Not until those bastards undo whatever they did to me. Put me back the way I was.
Xander: Sure. Just explain to the nice scientist guys that you really miss killing and torturing innocent people.
Spike: Do you think that would work?

Walsh: So. All right. Fine. If she wants a fight, we'll give her one. Won't we, Adam? I've worked too long. Too long to let some little bitch threaten this project. Threaten me. She has no idea who she's dealing with. Once she's gone, Riley will come around. He'll understand. It's for the greater good. He'll see that. And if he doesn't ... Well, first things first. Remove the complication and when she least expects it - aahh! (She looks down at a spear sticking out of her chest) Adam?
Adam: Mommy.