Do you think any other Slayers had to go to high school?

School Hard

Snyder to Buffy and Sheila: A lot of educators tell students, "Think of your principal as your pal." I say, "Think of me as your judge, jury, and executioner." Tell me, who do you think is the most troublesome student in this school? Well, it is quite a match between you two. On the one hand, Buffy hasn't stabbed a horticulture teacher with a trowel.
Sheila: I didn't stab anyone with a trowel. They were pruning shears.
Snyder: On the other hand, Sheila has never burned down a school building.
Buffy: Well, that was never proven. The Fire Marshall said it could have been mice.
Snyder: Mice.
Buffy: Mice that were smoking?
Snyder: The two of you seem to be tied in the class-cutting and fight-starting events. You really are neck and neck here. It's quite exciting.
Sheila: What does the winner get?
Snyder: Expelled.

Buffy: Do you think any other Slayers ever had to go to high school?

Xander: As long as nothing really bad happens between now and then, you'll be fine.
Buffy: Are you crazy? What did you say that for? Now something bad is gonna happen!
Xander: What do you mean? Nothing's gonna happen.
Willow: Not until some dummy says, "As long as nothing bad happens."
Buffy: It's the ultimate jinx!
Willow: What were you thinking? Or were you even thinking at all?

Spike: Oh, please! If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock.

Spike: I was actually at Woodstock. That was a weird gig. I fed off a flowerperson, and I spent the next six hours watching my hand move.

Spike: Yeah, I did a couple Slayers in my time. I don't like to brag. Who am I kidding? I love to brag! There was this one Slayer during the Boxer Rebellion, and...

Drusilla: I can't see her. The Slayer. I can't see. It's dark where she is. Kill her. Kill her, Spike. Kill her for me?
Spike: It's done, baby.
Drusilla: Kill her for princess?
Spike: I'll chop her into messes.
Drusilla: You are my sweet... my little Spike.

Buffy: I spent a good part of my allowance on this new cream rinse, and it's neither creamy nor rinsey.
Buffy's Mom: Life is hard, dear.

Sheila: Did you really burn down a school building one time?
Buffy: Well, not actually one time.
Sheila: Cool.

Xander: C'mon, one dance. You've been studying nearly twelve minutes.
Buffy: No wonder my brain's fried.

Vampire: Slayer!
Buffy: Slayee!

Spike: Nice work, love.
Buffy: Who are you?
Spike: You'll find out on Saturday.
Buffy: What happens on Saturday?
Spike: I kill you.

Giles: Spike. That's what the other vampire called him? That's a little unorthodox, isn't it?
Buffy: Maybe he's reformed.

Giles: For three nights the unholy ones scourge themselves into a fury, um, culminating in a savage attack on the night of St. Vigeous.
Xander: Does anybody remember when Saturday night meant date night?
Cordelia: You sure don't.

Cordelia: You're starting to look a little slagged. What, are you just skipping foundation entirely now?
Buffy: Cordelia, I have at least three lives to contend with, none of which really mesh. It's kind of like oil and water and a... third unmeshable thing.
Cordelia: Yeah, and I can see the oil. Is that your mom? Now that is a woman that knows how to moisturize. Did it, like, skip a generation?

Snyder: This is my school. What I say goes, and I say this is not happening.
Buffy's Mom: Well, then I guess the danger's over!

Spike: I haven't seen you in the killing fields for an age.
Angel: I'm not much for company.
Spike: No, you never were. So, why're you so scared of this Slayer?
Angel: Scared?
Spike: Yeah. Time was you would've taken her out in a heartbeat. Now look at you. I bet this tortured thing is an act, right? You're not... housebroken?

Spike: You think you can fool me?! You were my sire, man! You were my Yoda!
Angel: Things change.

Spike: Fe, fi, fo fum. I smell the blood of a nice ripe girl.
Buffy: Do we really need weapons for this?
Spike: I just like them. They make me feel all manly. The last Slayer I killed... she begged for her life. You don't strike me as the begging kind.

Buffy's mom, hitting Spike with an ax: You get the hell away from my daughter!
Spike: Women! (runs off)
Buffy's Mom: Nobody lays a hand on my little girl.

Ms Calendar: Well, another wonderful fun-filled evening.
Giles: Uh, yes. You know, I will understand if you decide to start avoiding me.

Buffy: So, what did you and Principal Snyder talk about anyway?
Buffy's Mom: Principal Snyder said you were a troublemaker. And I could care less. I have a daughter who can take care of herself. Who's brave and resourceful and thinks of others in a crisis. No matter who you hang out with or what dumb teenage stuff you think you need to do, I'm gonna sleep better knowing all that.
Buffy: About how long till this wears off and you start ragging on me again?
Buffy's Mom: Oh, at least a week and a half.
Buffy: Very cool!

Spike: A Slayer with family and friends. That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
Drusilla: You'll kill her, and then we'll have a nice celebration.
Spike: Yeah, a party.
Drusilla: Yeah. With streamers... and songs.