Giles: This is madness! What can you have been thinking? You are the Slayer! Lives depend upon you! I make allowances for your youth, but I expect a certain amount of responsibility, and instead of which you enslave yourself to this, this... Cult?
Buffy: You don't like the color?

Amy: She trained with Benson. He's one of the best coaches money can buy.
Buffy: They have cheerleading coaches?
Amy: Oh, yeah! Don't you have? I train with my mom, three hours in the morning, three at night.
Buffy: Hmm, that much quality time with my mom would probably lead to some quality matricide.
Amy: Oh, I know it's hokey. But she's really great.

Buffy: I've been slaying vampires for more than a year now, and I have seen some pretty cringeworthy things, but... nobody's hands ever got toasted before.
Giles: I imagine not.
Buffy: So, this isn't a vampire problem.
Giles: No.
Buffy: But it is funky, right? Not of the norm?

Buffy: I need to get the skinny on Amber. Find out if she's had any colorful episodes before.
Willow: That means hacking illegally into the school's computer system. At last, something *I* can do!

Willow: Hey, Amy! Is she okay?
Buffy: No, she's, she's wiggin' about her mom, big cheer queen back when. Willow: Yeah, her mom's kinda...
Buffy: ...Nazi like?
Willow: Heil. If she gains an ounce she padlocks the fridge and won't eat anything but broth.
Buffy: So, mommy dearest is really... Mommy Dearest?
Willow: There's a bitter streak. But Amy's nice. We used to hang in Junior High. When her mom would go on a broth kick, Amy'd come over to my house and we'd stuff ourselves with brownies!

Xander: One of those girls hit me really hard! You should test for steroids. Okay, not only did you make the team, but you, Miss Summers, are the first alternate, and Amy's number three.
Xander: And what a better way to celebrate than with a romantic drive through...
Willow: Xander, alternates are the ones who didn't make the team, they only fill in if something happens to the ones who did.

Xander: For I am Xander, King of Cretins. May all lesser cretins bow before me.

Buffy: Mom, I've accepted that you've had sex. I am not ready to know that you had Farrah hair.
Joyce: This is Gidget hair. Don't they teach you anything in history?
Buffy: Well, it's really cool, but I gotta book.

Giles: Witchcraft. Blinding your enemy to disorient and disable them is, it's classic!
Xander: First vampires, now witches. No wonder you can still afford a house in Sunnydale.
Giles: Why should someone want to harm Cordelia?
Willow: Maybe because they met her? Did I say that?

Buffy: Macho, macho, man! I want to be a macho man. Macho... Oh, hey, juice! Mm... Quality juice. Not from concentrate!
Joyce: You're in a good mood.
Buffy: I am! I'm on the squad, which is great, 'cause I feel like cheering and leading others to cheer. Ooo, hey, juice!

Buffy: Are you Amy?
Giles: I don't understand.
Buffy: She switched! She switched your bodies, didn't she?
Giles: Good Lord!
Buffy: She wanted to relive her glory days.
Catherine: She said I was wasting my youth. So she took it.

Xander: I got her! I got her! Cut her head off!
Buffy: Xander, what are you doing?
Xander: Saving you?
Buffy: Get your hands off of her.
Xander: But she's evil.
Giles: It wasn't exactly her.
Amy: I was my mom.
Xander: Oh!

Buffy: Do you ever wish you could be sixteen again?
Joyce: Oh, that's a frightful notion. Go through all that again? Not even if it helped me understand you.
Buffy: I love you, mom.