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: The Watchers Council shrink is heavy into tests. He's got tests for everything. T.A.T.s, Rorschach, associative logic...He even has that test to see if you're crazy that asks if you ever hear voices or you ever wanted to be a florist.
Willow: You think I'm boring.
Willow: No, it's fine. I'm 'Old Reliable'.
Willow: Yeah, that's me. Reliable-Dog-Geyser Person.
Willow: That, that-that wasn't just some temporal fold, that was some weird Hell place. I-I don't think you're telling me everything.
Xander: Will, changing the look not an idle threat with you.
Xander: Uh... Will, this is verging on naughty touching here. Don't wanna fall back on bad habits. Hands! Hands in new places!
Buffy: Aren't you gonna introduce me to your...Holy *God*, you're Willow.
Giles: She was truly the finest of all of us.
Buffy: Willow, you're alive?
Willow: Say, you all didn't happen to do a bunch of drugs, did ya?
Giles: Well, uh... something... something, um, very strange is happening.
Anya: What a day. Gimme a beer.
Devon: Man, we need a roadie. Other bands have roadies.
Angel: Why don't I believe him?
Oz: Can you get outta here?
Willow: Oh, right. Me and Oz play 'Mistress of Pain' every night.
Angel: Willow's dead...Hey, Willow...Wait a second.
Buffy: Should we call Faith?
Evil Willow: Well, look at me. I'm all fuzzy.
Willow: It's horrible! That's me as a vampire? I'm so evil and... skanky. And I think I'm kinda gay.
Anya: Vampires. Always thinking with your teeth.
Xander: So, um, in your reality, I'm like this bad-ass vampire, huh? People afraid of me? Oh, yeah. I'm bad.