G: You've enslaved yourself to this, this... cult?
B: You don't like the colors?
X: Where was I?
W: You were pretending that seeing scantily clad girls in revealing postures was a spiritual experience.
X: Who said I was pretending?
A: Oh, how I do hate this, let me count the ways.
B: That much quality time with my Mom would probably lead to some quality matricide.
G: That's the thrill of living on the Hellmouth. There's a virtual cornucopia of fiends and devils and ghouls to engage... Pardon me for finding the glass half full!
W: You're the Slayer and we're, like, the Slayerettes.
X: I laugh in the face of danger! Then I hide until it goes away.
X: That's why you're so cool! You're like a guy! You're my guy friend that knows about girl stuff.
W: Oh great. I'm a guy.
B: Your platitudes are good for all occasions.
X: For I am Xander, King of Cretins; may all lesser cretins bow before me.
B: Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair.
J: This is Gidget hair - don't they teach you anything in History?
B: Have you seen the kids who work on the yearbook? *Nerds* pick on them.
J: Great parenting form - a little shaky on the dismount.
X: Okay, see how she has no clue that I'm even a mammal, let alone a human being?
W: I see that.
X: That is the point, you don't have to drive it through my head like a railroad spike.
X: Man. Me battle!
X: First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale.
G: Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?
W: Maybe because they met her? Did *I* say that?
G: Let me be sure I have this right - this witch is casting horrible and disfiguring spells... so that she can become a *cheerleader*?
X: It's not what you think!
W: You like to look at the semi-nude engravings?
X: Oh, well, I guess it *is* what you think.
B: Mom, you just don't get it. And, believe me, you don't want it!
B: My buds are here! I love my buds!
B: You're my friend! You're my Xander-shaped friend!
B: You're not like other boys at all. You are totally and completely one of the girls!
G: You saved my life. You were a god!
B: I'm inscrutable, huh?
J: You're sixteen.
A: Well, I know I'll miss the intellectual thrill of spelling out words with my arms.
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