It is my will that my heart be healed.

Something Blue

Buffy: It's just... different, you know? A picnic. First of all, daylight ... kind of a new venue, Buffywise. And the best part: he said he would bring all the food, so all I have to do was to show up and eat. Those are two things I'm really good at.
Willow: So he's nice?
Buffy: Very, very.
Willow: And there's sparkage?
Buffy: Yeah. He's ... have you seen his arms? Those are good arms to have. I really like him. I do.
Willow: But...?
Buffy: I don't know. I really like being around him, you know? And I think he cares about me... but... I just... feel like something's missing.
Willow: He's not making you miserable?
Buffy: Exactly. Riley seems so solid. Like he wouldn't cause me heartache.
Willow: Get out. Get out while there's still time!

Giles: Look, look, Spike ... we have no intention of killing a harmless.. uh, creature.. but we have to know what's been done to you. We can't let you go until we're sure that you're ... impotent.
Spike: Hey!
Giles: Sorry, poor choice of words. Until we're sure you're, you're..
Buffy: Flaccid?
Spike: You are one step away, missy.
Buffy: Giles, help! He's going to scold me!

Giles: Look, uh.. Willow.. I think we ought to try the spell. Among other things, I'd like to shower sometime today. Alone.

Xander: Geez, you mean Oz just sent for his stuff and didn't even call her? That's pretty harsh.
Anya: I only wish I had my powers back. I'd liquify his entrails for her.
Xander: That's sweet.

Willow: Drunk... I mean, that's such a strong word. Kind of a guttural Anglo-Saxon word. Drunk.
Xander: Will, not loving the drowning of the sorrows.
Willow: Not drowning ... wading.

Willow's spells aren't working: It is my will that my heart be healed. Now. (She feels the same) I will that this book speak its words to me. (Nothing.) I will that this Q-Tip gets... unbendy...? (nothing)

Spike: Well, I won't have you doin' mojo on me if you can't read properly. You might turn me into a stink beetle or what all.
Giles: It would be a generous ending for you, Spike.

Willow: He's probably just standing out there. You could find him in two seconds.
(Spike appears next to Buffy)
Buffy: Thought that was gonna take longer.
Spike: Me too. Musta got... turned around.

Buffy, fed up with Spike: Giles! I accidentally killed Spike. That's okay, right?

Xander: Buffy's gotta find out what's up with those commandos. Right now she needs Spike.
Willow: Well, fine. Why doesn't she just go marry him?
(In Giles' apartment)
Giles: If the two of you could remain civil long enough to...
Buffy to Spike: It's just so sudden. I don't know what to say.
Spike: Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth.
Buffy: Oh, Spike! Of course it's yes!

Xander: Willow, I know it's hard to see it right now, but everything you're feeling is because of you and Oz. Not because of Buffy and me or anybody. But eventually you'll meet somebody else, and it'll be better.
Willow: Yeah, 'cause most relationships are great and trouble-free. I don't think so. I think we're all doomed to badness.
Xander: We're not doomed.
Willow: Oh, yeah? Let's look at your bio. Insect Lady, Mummy Girl, Anya... You're a demon magnet.
Xander: I was just trying to help.

Buffy: There's so much to decide. Ceremony, guests, reception...
Spike: Well, first thing I'd say, we're not having a church wedding.
Buffy: How about a daytime ceremony. In the park.
Spike: Fabulous. Enjoy your honeymoon with the big pile of dust.
Buffy: Under the trees. Indirect sunlight, only.
Spike: Warm breeze tosses the leaves aside, and again you're registering as Mr and Mrs Big-Pile-of-Dust.

Riley: The wedding. What wedding?
Buffy: My wedding! I'm getting married! Can you believe it?
Riley: I don't think "no" is a strong enough word.

Riley: Okay.. It's late... and I'm, I'm very tired now. So, I'm just gonna go far away and be.. away.

Xander: That's okay, Mom ... we don't need anymore snacks.
Anya: I liked those Fruit Roll-ups.
Xander: Shush, I thought she'd never clear out. Besides, just think of my lips as, the Fruit Roll-ups of love. ... Okay, that was gross.

Giles, as Buffy and Spike kiss: Stop that right now! I can hear the smacking!
Buffy: Honey, we need to talk about the invitations. Now, do you wanna be William the Bloody, or just Spike? ‘Cause, either way, it's gonna look majorly weird.
Spike: Where as the name Buffy gives it that touch of classic elegance.

Spike: This is the crack team that foils my every plan? I am deeply shamed.

Xander: How? What? How?
Giles: Three excellent questions.

Xander, as Buffy and Spike kiss: Can I be blind, too?

Giles: Whatever she says is coming true.
Buffy: And you both were affected. I probably only escaped because I'm the Slayer. Some kind of natural immunity.
Xander: Yeah. Right. You're marrying Spike because you're so right for each other.
Buffy: Xander!
Spike: That's it, you're off the usher list!

Buffy: What? You want me to stop working?
Spike: Let's see, do I want you to give up killing all my friends? Yeah, I've given it some thought.

Willow: Really, no offense intended... I mean, you've been super-nice and everything, but... I don't want to be a demon. I just wanna go back and help my friends.
Ta'hoffren: That is your answer?
Willow: It is.
Ta'hoffren: I'm sorry to hear that. ... Oh well. Here is my talisman. If you change your mind, give us a chant.

The spell is broken:
Spike: Oh, bloody hell!
Buffy: Spike lips! Lips of Spike!

Willow: Look, cookies. A very not-evil thing I did. Oatmeal?
Giles: Yes, very funny, they're chocolate chip. I can see them. I still need my glasses, though. You could be more specific and give me 20/20.
Willow to Buffy: Eat a cookie, ease my pain?
Buffy: Mmm. Better?
Willow: Well, baking lifts about 30% of my guilt, but only 7% of my inner turmoil. Guess that'll just take awhile.
Buffy: It'll happen.
Spike: Don't I get a cookie?
Buffy: No.
Spike: Well, I gotta have something. I still have Buffy taste in my mouth.
Buffy: You're a pig, Spike.
Spike: Yeah, well, I'm not the one who wanted "Wind Beneath My Wings" for the first dance.
Buffy: That was the spell!!

Willow: Did I mention about the sorry part?