"I know this one. Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah, blah, biddie blah, I'm so stuffy give me a scone."
"Mom, I'm a Vampire Slayer."
"Good.'Cause I've had it. Spike is going down. You can attack me, you can send assassins after me, that's fine. But nobody messes with my boyfriend!"
"What kind of girl travels with a mummified corpse? And doesn't even pack a lipstick?"
"You named your stake? Remind me to get you a stuffed animal."
"I-I was... just thinking, wouldn't it be funny some time to see each other when it wasn't a blood thing"
"Cordelia, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good."
"Come on, you've been dating for what, like 200 years? You don't know what a girl means when she says maybe she'll show"
"It was terrible. I moped over you for months, sitting in my room, listening to that Divinyls song "I Touch Myself"...of course, I had no idea what it was about."
"No, Angel, it's not you. You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me."
"My Dorothy Hamill phase. My room in LA was pretty much a shrine. Dorothy dolls, Dorothy posters. I even got the Dorothy haircut, thereby securing a place for myself in the Geek Hall of Fame."
"Okay, a scenario: you back off, I'll back off, but you promise not to go all wiggy until we can go to my Watcher and figure this out."
"You know. No kick-o, no fight-o."
"I got older."
"I don't know. I kinda' see Oz as the loyal type"
"Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks"
"Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift."
"So I'm treated like the baddie, just because he has a sprained wrist and a bloody nose...and I don't have a scratch on me. Which, granted, hurts my case a little, on the surface."
"The whole earth may be sucked into hell, and you want my help 'cause your girlfriend's a big 'ho? Well, let me take this opportunity to not care."
"Mom, I'm a Vampire Slayer."
"Good.'Cause I've had it. Spike is going down. You can attack me, you can send assassins after me, that's fine. But nobody messes with my boyfriend!"
"What kind of girl travels with a mummified corpse? And doesn't even pack a lipstick?"
"You named your stake? Remind me to get you a stuffed animal."
"I-I was... just thinking, wouldn't it be funny some time to see each other when it wasn't a blood thing"
"Cordelia, your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good."
"Come on, you've been dating for what, like 200 years? You don't know what a girl means when she says maybe she'll show"
"It was terrible. I moped over you for months, sitting in my room, listening to that Divinyls song "I Touch Myself"...of course, I had no idea what it was about."
"No, Angel, it's not you. You're the one freaky thing in my freaky world that still makes sense to me."
"My Dorothy Hamill phase. My room in LA was pretty much a shrine. Dorothy dolls, Dorothy posters. I even got the Dorothy haircut, thereby securing a place for myself in the Geek Hall of Fame."
"Okay, a scenario: you back off, I'll back off, but you promise not to go all wiggy until we can go to my Watcher and figure this out."
"You know. No kick-o, no fight-o."
"I got older."
"I don't know. I kinda' see Oz as the loyal type"
"Sorry, Angel. Changed the locks"
"Giles didn't set this up. Angel did. This is the wrapping for the gift."
"So I'm treated like the baddie, just because he has a sprained wrist and a bloody nose...and I don't have a scratch on me. Which, granted, hurts my case a little, on the surface."
"The whole earth may be sucked into hell, and you want my help 'cause your girlfriend's a big 'ho? Well, let me take this opportunity to not care."