That girl's so hot, she's buffy.

The Initiative

Riley on Buffy: I don't dislike her. She just... she never feels like she's really there when you talk to her. I like girls I can get a grip on.
Forrest: I bet you do.

Giles: Well, based on Buffy's description, I believe the men that we're after look something like this. (showing a drawing)
Xander: The latest in fall fascism. I like it. A bit full in the hips for my taste, but...
Giles: Oh, I think we can safely assume they're human, So, um, no research needed.
Xander: No studying? Damn! Next thing they'll tell me is I'll have to eat jelly doughnuts or sleep with a supermodel to get things done around here. I ask you, how much can one man give?

Xander: Well, how about this? We whip out the ouija board, light a few candles, Summon some ancient, unstoppable evil. Mayhem, mayhem, mayhem. We show up and kick its ass.

Xander: How's Will dealing...
Buffy: With the black hole of despair she's been living in since Oz left? She's dealing. I'm helping. It's hard. Ergo, party. You two can take patrol. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go find something slutty to wear tonight.

Professor Walsh: You know the rules, you know I hate exceptions, and yet somehow you feel your exception is exceptional.

Buffy: You know, for someone who teaches human behavior, you might try showing some.
Walsh: It's not my job to coddle my students.
Buffy: You're right. A human being in pain has nothing to do with your job.

Parker on Buffy: The word is stamina. I mean, definitely a bunny in the sack, but later on, well. You know the difference between a freshman girl and a toilet seat? A toilet seat doesn't follow you around after you use it.
(Riley hits Parker, and good!)

Willow: Okay, say that I help, and you start a conversation. It goes great. You like Buffy, she likes you. You spend time together, feelings grow deeper, and one day, without even realizing it, you find you're in love. Time stops, And it feels like the whole world's made for you two, and you two alone, until the day one of you leaves and rips the still-beating heart from the other, who's now a broken, hollow, mockery of the human condition.
Riley: Yep, that's the plan.

Willow: Why should I trust you?
Riley: Just sort of hoping you'd think I have an honest face.
Willow: I've seen honest faces before. They usually come attached to liars.

Spike: It's me, baby. Your man is... (Harmony slaps him across the face.) back.
Harmony: Bastard. You dumped me and staked me and hurt me and left me!
Spike: I know, sugar, but you're forgetting one other thing I did. I missed you.

Harmony: Spikey. Let's leave the Slayer alone. You know she'll only slap you around, and I can do that.

Riley: So what do I do?
Willow: Ask her to dance.
Riley: Right. Dance. Wait. No.
Willow: What's the matter?
Riley: I can't dance.
Willow: Then talk. Keep eye contact. Funny is good, but don't be glib. And remember, if you hurt her, I will beat you to death with a shovel. A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend. Have fun.

Xander: Harmony, it's been great catching up. Really, I'm just gonna pick up the tattered shreds of my dignity and go home.

Riley: You don't understand. I'm good at things. That's what I do. Work hard, apply myself, get it done.
Willow: Well, you failed extremely well.

Riley: It's not like she blew me off. She just left with another guy, that's all.

Riley: The problem is, what kind of girl is gonna go out with a guy who's acting all joe regular by day and then turns all demon-hunter by night?
Graham: Maybe a peculiar one.

Buffy: I need space.
Riley: We're outdoors.
Buffy: Emotionally.

Buffy: It's a free campus. Who died and made you John Wayne?

Spike: I'll give you a choice. Now I'm gonna kill you. No choice in that. But... I can let you stay dead... Or bring you back, to be like me.
Willow: I'll scream.
Spike: Bonus.

Spike: I don't understand. This sort of thing's never happened to me before.
Willow: Maybe you were nervous.
Spike: I felt all right when I started. Let's try again. Ow! Oh! Ow! Damn it!
Willow: Maybe you're trying too hard. Doesn't this happen to every vampire?
Spike: Not to me, it doesn't!
Willow: It's me, isn't it?
Spike: What are you talking about?
Willow: Well, you came looking for Buffy, then settled. I... You didn't want to bite me. I just happened to be around.
Spike: Piffle!
Willow: I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps like to sink their teeth into. It's always like, "Ooh, you're like a sister to me," or, "Oh, you're such a good friend."
Spike: Don't be ridiculous. I'd bite you in a heartbeat.
Willow: Really?
Spike: Thought about it.
Willow: When?
Spike: Remember last year, you had on that fuzzy pink number with the lilac underneath?
Willow: I never would have guessed. You played the blood-lust kinda cool.
Spike: I hate being obvious. All fang-y and "rrrr!" Takes the mystery out.
Willow: But if you could...
Spike: If I could, yeah.
Willow: You know, this doesn't make you any less terrifying.
Spike: Don't patronize me.