It's real, which means I get to fight it.

Killed by Death

Angel, attacking Buffy: Uh-oh. This does not look good for our heroine.

Xander to Angel: Take a walk, overbite.

Intern: What happened?
Xander: She fell.
Willow: The flu.
Cordelia: She fainted.
Xander: The flu, fainted and fell. She's sick, make it better!

Xander: Do you think she's gonna be okay in here?
Cordelia: I don't know, Lysette got her nose done here, and she came in looking for the Gwyneth Paltrow, and it looked more like the Mr. Potatohead.
Xander: Cordy...
Willow: Buffy's not here for cosmetic surgery.
Cordelia: No, but while she's in here, she might as well get that thing done. You know, that thing on her face? You know that thing.

Xander: Visiting hours are over.
Angel: Well, I'm pretty much family.
Xander: Yeah. Why don't you come back during the day? Oh, gee, no, I guess you can't.
Angel: If I decide to walk into Buffy's room, do you think for one microsecond that you could stop me?
Xander: Maybe not. Maybe that security guard couldn't either. Or those cops... or the orderlies... But I'm kinda curious to find out. You game?
Angel: Buffy's White Knight. You still love her. It must just eat you up that I got there first.
Xander: You're gonna die. And I'm gonna be there.

Cordelia: Nobody told me I was supposed to bring a gift. I was out of the loop on gifts.
Giles: It's tradition among, um... people.

Willow: The Death? As in, 'It is your time'?
Giles: Buffy, a frightened child...
Buffy: Yeah, but I thought I saw something. I'm not sure, I was really out of it, but...
Cordelia: But you do know that you saw Death.
Willow: Did it have an hourglass?
Xander: Ooo, if he asks you to play chess, don't even do it. The guy's, like, a whiz.
Buffy: Maybe it wasn't death. Maybe it was something else.
Cordelia: So this isn't about you being afraid of hospitals cuz your friend died and you wanna conjure up a monster that you can fight so you can save everybody and not feel so helpless?
Giles: Cordelia, have you actually ever heard of tact?
Cordelia: Tact is just not saying true stuff. I'll pass.

Cordelia: Oh, right. Your obsession with protecting Buffy. Have I told you how attractive that's not?
Xander: Cordelia, someone's gotta watch her back.
Cordelia: Yeah, well, I've seen you watch her back.
Xander: What is that supposed to mean?
Cordelia: Well, I was using the phrase 'watch her back' as a euphemism for 'looking at her butt.' You know, sort of a pun.

Buffy: He's dead. This thing killed him, and not with kindness.
Willow: You saw it?
Buffy: No, it's invisible. I saw Backer nearly shredded and the thing knocked me down. But it's real. Which means I get to fight it.

Buffy: 'Cause I'm not well. Uh, I feel all oogy.
Xander: Increased ooginess. That's a danger signal

Willow: Oh, yeah, I'm good at medical stuff since Xander and I used to play doctor all the time.
Xander: No, she's being literal. She used to have all these medical volumes, and diagnosed me with stuff. I didn't have the heart to tell her she was playing it wrong.
Willow: Wrong? Why? (to Buffy) How did you play doctor?

Buffy: It's too bad Angel didn't put me in the hospital sooner. There's something I never thought I'd hear myself say.

Cordelia, researching monsters: What does this do?
Giles: Uh, it extracts vital organs to replenish its own mutating cells.
Cordelia: Wow! What does this one do?
Giles: Um, it elongates its mouth to engulf its victim's head with its incisors.
Cordelia: Ouch. Wait, what does this one do?
Giles, losing patience: It asks endless questions of those with whom it's supposed to be working so that nothing is getting done.
Cordelia: Boy, there's a demon for everything.

Xander: You don't know how to kill this thing.
Buffy: I thought I might try violence.