What did you think, I'd wake up and we'd go for tea?

This Year's Girl

Willow: It had to be Adam who killed it, but why?
Buffy: He's studying biology. Human, demon, whoever he can get his hands on and take apart.
Willow: He's finding out what makes things work.
Xander: I really don't want to be around for the final exam.

Xander: Question: Will hiding in a cavern with stockpiled chocolate goods be any part of this plan?

Buffy: This time, we're gonna use force. I figure I'll go in through the elevator shaft, use the cable as towlines. Then blast open the facility doors and find the infirmary.
Riley: Am I really worth all that?
Buffy: Riley! (Hugging him) Oh God, I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?
Riley: No, a giant skewer through the rib cage hurt me. That was just a reminder.

Buffy: It's Faith. She's awake. She beat someone up, took her clothing and disappeared out of the hospital. No-one knows where she is.
Xander: I'd say this qualifies for a "Worst Timing Ever" award.

Xander: I'd hate to see the pursuit of a homicidal lunatic get in the way of pursuing a homicidal lunatic.

Buffy: We have no idea where she is. We don't know what she's thinking, what she's feeling...
Xander: Who she's doing.
Buffy: She could be terrified. Maybe she doesn't even remember. Or maybe she does and she's sorry and she's alone hiding somewhere.
Giles: Well, perhaps there's some form of rehabiliatation we just haven't thought about.
Willow: And if not, ass-kicking makes a solid plan B.

Buffy: I've been looking for you.
Faith: I've been standing still for eight months, B. How hard did you look?

Faith: What did you think, I'd wake up and we'd go for tea?

Faith: I wake up to find the blond chick isn't even dating the guy she was so nuts about before. I mean, she's moved on to the first college beefstick she meets. Not only has she forgotten about the love of her life, but she's forgotten about the chick she nearly killed for him. So that's my dream. That and some stuff about cigars and a tunnel. But tell me, college girl, what does it mean?
Buffy: To me? Mostly, that you still mouth off about things you don't understand.

Willow: Thanks for coming with. Hunting for a psychopathic superbitch is definitely in the above and beyond category.
Tara: It's okay, really. So, what do we do if we find her?
Willow: Run, flee, maybe skedaddle. We're not here to engage. This is strictly recon. What?
Tara: You said "recon". You're like "Cool Monster Fighter"!
Willow: Well, technically, Faith isn't a monster. And as far as fighting, I'd be lucky to bruise her fist with my face.
Tara: Oh.
Willow: What?
Tara: Face-punching, I'm not so good with the whole... (Punching the air)
Willow: Swimming?
Tara: Violence.
Willow: Don't worry, we're sure to spot Faith first. She's like this cleavagy slut-bomb walking around "Ooh, check me out, I'm wicked-cool, I'm five-by-five."
Tara: Five-by-five? Five what by five what?
Willow: See, that's the thing. No-one knows.

Giles: Have you seen her?
Spike: Is this bird after you?
Xander: In a bad way, yeah.
Spike: Tell you what I'll do then. I'll head out, find this girl, tell her exactly where you are and then watch as she kills you. Can't any one of your damn little Scooby club at least try to remember that I hate you all? Just because I can't do the damage myself doesn't stop me from aiming a loose cannon your way. And here I thought the evening'd be dull.

Riley: There's gotta be something I can do other than sit around waiting for you to pummel this gal.
Buffy: Riley, the fact that you just called Faith a "gal" only proves that you don't know her.
Riley: Never seen anyone get under your skin this way before. What exactly did she do to you?
Buffy: It's a long story.
Riley: I'm from Iowa. We drive four hours for our High School football game. Try me.
Buffy: I told you, okay? She hurt me and people I care about. And did I mention the psycho killer part?

Faith: Bet I know what you're thinking.
Buffy's Mom: Really.
Faith: You're thinking "You'll never get away with this!" Moi?
Buffy's Mom: Actually I was thinking "My daughter is going to kill you soon."

Buffy's Mom, bored: Were you planning to slit my throat anytime soon?

Buffy, crashing through the window: Hi mom.
Buffy's Mom: Hi honey.

Buffy's Mom: You sure you're okay?
Faith in Buffy's body: Five-by-five.