Mr Flutie:  All the kids are free to call me Bob --
Buffy:        Bob
Mr. Flutie:  -- but they don't.

Cordelia (to Xander): Don't you have an elsewhere to be?

Joyce:  Are you going out tonight?
Buffy:  Yeah, I'm going to a club.
Joyce:  Will there be boys there?
Buffy:  No, Mom, it's a nun club.

Buffy:  Who are you?
Angel:  Let's just say I'm a friend.
Buffy:  Well, maybe I don't want a friend.
Angel:  I didn't say I was yours...

Willow (re: Xander):  No. We're just friends. We used to go out, but we broke up.
Buffy:   How come?
Willow:  He stole my barbie. We were five.

Cordelia:  God, what's your childhood trauma?

Buffy:  Now, we can do this the hard way, or... well, actually, there's just the hard way.
Darla:  That's fine with me.
Buffy:  You sure? Now this is not gonna be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, adult content.