Anya: For a thousand years I wielded the powers of the Wish. I brought ruin to the heads of unfaithful men. I brought forth destruction and chaos for the pleasure of the lower beings. I was feared and worshipped across the mortal globe. And now I’m stuck at Sunnydale High. Mortal. Child. And I’m flunking Math.
*
Buffy: I just - well, I want to do…
Willow: Better than Faith?
Buffy: So very shallow.
Willow: Competition is natural and healthy. Plus, you’ll definitely ace her on the psych tests. Just don’t mark the box that says, ‘I sometimes like to kill people.’
Buffy: I know Faith’s not going to be on the cover of ‘Sanity Fair,’ but… she had it rough.
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Mayor: No Slayer of mine is gonna live in a fleabag hotel. That place has a very unsavory reputation. There are immoral liaisons going on there.
Faith: Yeah, plus all the screwing.
*
Oz: There’s something about you that’s causing me to hug you. It’s like I have no will of my own.
*
Willow: Old reliable? Yeah, great. There’s a sexy nickname.
Buffy: Well, I didn’t mean it as…
Willow: No, it’s fine, I’m Old Reliable.
Xander: She just means, you know, the geyser. You’re like a geyser of fun that goes off at regular intervals.
Willow: That’s Old Faithful.
Xander: Isn’t that the dog that the guy had to shoot…?
Willow: That’s Old Yeller.
Buffy: Xander, I beg you not to help me.
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Willow: What do you need?
Anya: Oh, it’s nothing big. Just a little spell I’m working on.
Willow: A spell? Oh, I like the black arts.
Anya: I just need a secondary to create a temporal fold. I heard you were a pretty powerful Wicca, so…
Willow: You heard right, mister! I’m always ready to work some dark mojo. So, tell me, is it dangerous?
Anya: Oh, no.
Willow: Well, could we pretend it is?
*
Anya: I swear, I am just trying to find my necklace.
Willow: Well, did you try looking inside the sofa in hell?
*
Buffy: Willow, you’re alive.
Willow: Aren’t I usually?
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Willow: I love you guys, too. Okay, oxygen becoming an issue.
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Buffy: It was exactly you, Will. Every detail. Except for your not being a dominatrix… as far as we know.
Willow: Oh, right, me and Oz play Mistress of Pain every night.
Xander: Did anyone else just go to a scary visual place?
Buffy: Oh, yeah.
Giles: (raises glasses)
*
Angel: Buffy, I… something’s happened that… Willow’s dead. Hey, Willow. Wait a second.
Xander: We’re right there with you, buddy.
*
Evil Willow: Well, look at me, I’m all fuzzy.
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Willow: It’s horrible. That’s me as a vampire? I’m so evil, and skanky. And I think I’m kind of gay.
Buffy: Willow, just remember, a vampire’s personality has nothing to do with the person it was.
Angel: Well, actually… That’s a good point.
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Cordelia: What? Do I have something on my neck?
Evil Willow: Not yet.
*
Evil Willow: This world’s no fun.
Willow: You noticed that, too?