That's kinda warm and fuzzy for a message of doom.

Prophecy Girl

Master: Yes! YES! Shake, Earth! This is a sign! We are in the final days! My time has come! Glory! GLORY! (the earthquake ends) Whadaya think? 5.1?

Buffy: Giles, care? I'm putting my life on the line battling the undead. Look, I broke a nail, okay? I'm wearing a press-on. The least you could do is exhibit some casual interest. You could go, "hmm."

Xander: Buffy, I like you. A lot. And I know we're friends, and we've had experiences. We've fought some blood-sucking fiends, and that's all been a good time. But I want more. I wanna dance with you.

Buffy: Xander, I'm sorry. I just don't think of you that way.
Xander: Well, try. I'll wait.
Buffy: Xander...
Xander: Nah. Forget it. I'm not him. I mean, I guess a guy's gotta be undead to make time with you.
Buffy: That's really harsh.
Xander: Look, I'm sorry. I don't handle rejection well. Funny, considering all the practice I've had, huh?

Ms Calendar: You know, that outfit looks just like the one you wore yesterday. Only wrinklier. Were you here all night?

Ms Calendar: I would say the end is pretty seriously nigh.

Cordelia: Willow! I really like your outfit!
Willow: No, you don't.
Cordelia: No, I really don't, but I need a favour.

Xander: That's okay. I don't wanna go. I'm just gonna go home, lie down and listen to country music. The music of pain.

Buffy: I don't care! I don't care. Giles, I'm sixteen years old. I don't want to die.

Buffy: No, I can't go to the dance.
Buffy's Mom: Says who? Is it written somewhere? You should do what you want. Homecoming, my freshman year of college. I didn't have a date, so I got dressed up and I went anyway.
Buffy: Was it awful?
Buffy's Mom: It was awful. For about an hour.
Buffy: Then what happened?
Buffy's Mom: I met your father.
Buffy: He didn't have a date either?
Buffy's Mom: He did. And that's a much funnier story that you will not get to hear. Oh, but it was a beautiful night!
Buffy: And you had your whole life ahead of you.
Buffy's Mom: Yeah.
Buffy: Must be nice.

Cordelia: Obviously, Kevin has underestimated the power of my icy stare.

Willow: I'm not okay. I knew those guys. I go to that room every day. And when I walked in there... it wasn't our world anymore. They made it theirs. And they had fun.

Ms Calendar: Okay, so this Master guy tried to open the Hellmouth. But he got stuck in it, and now all the signs are reading that he's gonna get out, which opens the Hellmouth, which brings the demons, which ends the world.
Giles: Yes. That about sums it up, yes.
Ms Calendar: The part that gets me, though, is where Buffy is the Vampire Slayer. She's so little.

Giles: "The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf, the lion and the fatling together, and the little child to lead them."
Ms Calendar: That's kinda warm and fuzzy for a message of doom.

Buffy: When he wakes up tell him... I don't know. Think of something cool, tell him I said it.

Xander: What do we do?
Giles: We stay calm, first thing.
Xander: Calm?
Willow: I think he's right.
Xander: I'm sorry, calm may work for Locutus of the Borg here [Giles], but I'm freaked out, and I intend to stay that way.

Xander: How could you let her go?
Giles: As the soon-to-be-purple area of my jaw will attest, I did not "let her go"!

Ms Calendar: Uh, I'm sorry to bring this up, but we also have an apocalypse to worry about?

Xander: I don't like you. At the end of the day, I pretty much think you're a vampire. But Buffy's got this big old yen for you. She thinks you're a real person. And right now I need you to prove her right.
Angel: You're in love with her.
Xander: Aren't you?

Buffy: Thanks for having me. You know, you really oughtta talk to your contractor. Looks like you got some water damage.
Master: Oh, good. The feeble banter portion of the fight.

Master: You still don't understand your part in all this, do you? You are not the hunter. You are the lamb.

Master: You tried. It was noble of you. You heard the prophecy that I was about to break free and you came to stop me. But prophecies are tricky creatures. They don't tell you everything. You're the one that sets me free! If you hadn't come, I couldn't go. Think about that!

The Master, as he kills Buffy: And by the way... I like your dress.

Master: Yes. Come forth, my child. Come into my world.
Buffy: I don't think it's yours just yet.
Master: You're dead!
Buffy: I may be dead, but I'm still pretty. Which is more than I can say for you.
Master: You were destined to die! It was written!
Buffy: What can I say? I flunked the written.

Giles: I don't know about the rest of you, but I'd like to get out of this place. I don't like the library very much anymore.

Buffy: We saved the world. I say we party! I mean, I got all pretty.