Buffy: "I think she's singing."
Xander: "To a telephone in Hindi. Now that's entertainment."
Xander: "Hmm, and we thought just because we didn't have any money or any place to go, this'd be a lackluster evening."
Willow: "I know! We could go to the Bronze, and sneak in our own tea bags and ask for hot water."
Xander: "Hop off the outlaw train, Will, before you land us all in jail."
Willow: "Was if one of those vivid dreams where you could feel his lips and smell his hair?"
Buffy: "It had surround sound."
Buffy: "I'm brainsick. I can't have a relationship with him."
Willow: "Not during the day, but...you could ask him for coffee some night. It's the non-relationship drink of choice. It's not a date, it's a caffeinated beverage. Okay, sure, it's hot and bitter, like a relationship that way, but--"
Xander: "What's 'like a relationship'?"
Buffy: "Nothing I have. Coffee?"
Xander: "Huh?"
Cordelia: "You'll go to college some day, Xander. I just know your pizza delivery career will take you so many exciting places."
Giles: "Just because the paranormal is more normal and less...para of late, that is no excuse for tardiness or letting your guard down."
Giles: "Yeah, well, I'm not a demon...which is why you should let go now. Thank you."
Buffy: "And the little slice of life that still belongs to me from -- I don't know -- seven to seven o'five in the morning, can I do what I want then?"
Buffy: "Digging on the undead doesn't exactly do wonders for your social life."
Buffy: "Right, who needs a social life when you've got your very own hellmouth?"
Giles: "Yes! You have a duty, a purpose. You have a commitment in life. Now how many people your age can say that?"
Buffy: "We talkin' foreign or domestic? How 'bout none?"
Xander: "Boy, what a long day."
Willow: "And you skipped three classes."
Xander: "Yeah, and of course, those flew by."
Xander: "Okay, so tonight, channel 59, Indian TV, sex, lies, and incomprehensible story lines? I'll bring the betel nuts."
Buffy: "I don't really want to meet any fraternity boys."
Cordelia: "And if there was a God, don't you think he'd keep it that way?"
Xander: "I believe we were dawdling here!"
Richard: "Hi, sweetheart. I'm Richard, and you are...?"
Buffy: "So not interested."
Tom: "And I just feel like a complete dolt meeting you this way, so...here I stand in all my doltishness."
Xander: "Right. Like she's gonna' fall for that."
Xander: "She's gonna' walk away. Now."
Xander: "Okay, boots, start a walkin'!"
Xander: "I hate these guys. Whatever they want just falls into their laps. Don't you have these guys?"
Willow: "Yeah, with their charmed lives, and their movie-star good looks, and more money than you can count...I'm hating."
Angel: "This isn't some fairy tale. When I kiss you...you don't wake up from a deep sleep and live happily ever after."
Buffy: "No. When you kiss me, I wanna' die."
Cordelia: "Buffy! Did you lose weight? And your hair...alright, I respect you too much to be dishonest."
Cordelia: "The Zeta Kappas have to have a certain balance at their party, and Richard explained it all to me, but I was so busy really listening that I didn't hear much."
Cordelia: "Buffy, these men are rich, and I am not being shallow. Think of all the poor people I could help with all my money."
Cordelia: "Oh, Buffy, it's like we're sisters, with really different hair."
Willow: "She's got a date with Angel. Isn't that exciting?"
Xander: "I'm elated."
Buffy: "I--I'm not going with Angel. I'm going with...ye gods...Cordelia."
Willow: "Cordelia?! Did I sound a little jealous just then, 'cause I'm not really...Cordelia?!"
Xander: "Cordelia's much better for you than Angel."
Buffy: "Angel barely says two words to me."
Xander: "Bummer."
Buffy: "And when he does, he treats me like a child."
Xander: "That bastard."
Buffy: "You know, at least Tom can carry on a conversation."
Xander: "Yeah! Tom? Who's Tom?"
Willow: "The frat guy."
Xander: "Oh, Buffy, I don't think so. Frying pan, fire? You know what I'm saying!"
Buffy: "And there's blood on it."
Giles: "Oh? I didn't see any."
Buffy: "Angel showed up. He could smell it."
Xander: "The blood? There's a guy you wanna' party with."
Buffy: "Well, say it."
Xander: "I'm not gonna' say it."
Willow: "You lied to Giles."
Xander: "She will."
Buffy: "Look, I wasn't lying. I was just protecting him from information that he wouldn't be able to digest properly."
Xander: "Like a corn dog."
Willow: "Like you don't have a sick mother, but you'd rather go to a frat party where there's going to be drinking and older guys and probably an orgy."
Xander: "Whoa, whoa. Rewind. Since when do they have orgies, and why aren't I on the mailing list?"
Xander: "So, Cor, are you printing up business cards with your pager number and hours of operation, or are you just going with a halter top tonight?"
Cordelia: "Ohh, are we feeling a little envious? You could belong to a fraternity of rich and powerful men...in the Bizarro World."
Willow: "I can't believe she lied to Giles. My world is all askew."
Xander: "Buffy's lying...Buffy's going to frat parties...that's not askew, that's cockeyed."
Willow: "Askew means cockeyed."
Xander: "Oh."
Xander: "I'm going to the party."
Willow: "What?"
Xander: "I gotta' keep an eye on Buffy. Those frat guys creep me."
Willow: "You wanna' protect her?"
Xander: "Mm-hmm."
Willow: "And prove that you're just as good as those rich snotty guys?"
Xander: "Mm-hmm."
Willow: "Maybe catch an orgy?"
Xander: "If it's on early."
Cordelia: "Oh, why do they park so darn close to you?"
Cordelia: "You know what's so cool about college? The diversity. You've got all the rich people, and...all the other people."
Richard: "Have you seen our multimedia room?"
Cordelia: "Oh, the one with the cherry walnut paneling and two forty-eight-inch televisions on satellite feed? No. Wanna' show me?"
Giles: "Callie Megan Anderson...missing for over a week...no one's seen her, no one knows what happened to her."
Willow: "This being Sunnydale and all, I guess we can rule out something good."
Giles: "An anniversary or perhaps some other event significant to the killer."
Willow: "Killer? Now there's a killer? We don't know that there's a--"
Giles: "Yeah, but this being Sunnydale and all..."
Willow: "Gulp."
Cordelia: "Why did I ever let you talk me into coming here?"
Giles: "What are you doing?"
Willow: "Oh. Sorry. The reflection thing that you don't have...Angel, how do you shave?"
Willow: "I mean, she's sixteen going on forty!"
Willow: "You're gonna' live forever -- Ya' don't have time for a cup of coffee?!"
Willow: "Okay, I don't feel better now, and we've gotta' help Buffy."
Xander: "One day I'll have money, prestige, power...and on that day they'll still have more."
Xander: "Okay, that is the guy you wanna' party with."
Willow: "Guys! Buffy! Snake! Basement! Now!"
Cordelia: "You guys...I just...hate you guys. The weirdest things always happen when you're around."
Buffy: "I told one lie. I had one drink."
Giles: "Yes, and you were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture."
Giles: "From now on, no more pushing, no more prodding. Just, um...an inordinate amount of nudging."
Xander: "Starve a snake, lose a fortune. Boy, I guess the rich really are different, huh?"
Xander: "Angel, Angel, Angel. Does every conversation we have have to come around to that freak? Hey, man, how ya' doin'?"
Angel: "Buffy."
Buffy: "Angel."
Xander: "Xander."