Willow: Buffy's having lusty wrong feelings.
Devon: We're gonna have them glued to their seats.
Parker: What's that.
Parker: I'm not doing the deep get sympathy routine. I mean don't you just hate guys who are all 'I'm dark and brooding so give me love?'
Xander (shelving books): I'm not enjoying this.
Anya: Sometimes, in my dreams, you're all naked.
Oz: Yeah, we came to warn you about the... angry puppy.
Harmony: Is Antonio Banderas a vampire?
Anya (to Xander, regarding sex): I think it's the secret to getting you out of my mind. Putting you behind me. Behind me figuratively I'm thinking face to face for the event itself.
Anya: I like you. You're funny and you're nicely shaped, and frankly it's ludicrous to have these interlocking bodies and not... interlock. Please remove your clothing now.
Parker: You think I could get a dance with the prettiest girl at the party?
Harmony: You love that tunnel more than me.
Oz (to Giles): OK, either I'm borrowing all your records or I'm moving in.
Spike: What a fantastic day. Birds singin', squirrels makin' lots of rotten little squirrels, the sun beaming down in a nice non-fatal way. It's very exciting. I can't wait to see if I freckle.
Spike (after Buffy stakes him): Oh, do it again. It tickles. You know, in a good way.
Harmony: Being a vampire sucks.
Spike: So, you let Parker take a poke, eh? Didn't seem like you knew each other that well. What exactly did it take to pry apart the Slayer's dimpled knees.
Buffy: So what I'm wondering is: does this always happen? Sleep with a guy and he goes all evil?
Willow (about Parker): He's a poophead.
Buffy: Am I repulsive? If there was something repulsive about me, you'd tell me, right?