Buffy: What is wrong with you?

Faith: What are you talking about?

Buffy: I`m talking about you living large on that vampire

Faith: Gee, if doing violence to vampires upsets you, I think you`re in the wrong line of work

Buffy: Yeah, or maybe you like it a little too much.

Faith: I was getting the job done.

Buffy: The job is to slay demons, not beat them to a blood pulp while their friend corner me.

 

Buffy: Synchronized slaying.

Faith: New olympic category.

 

Faith: I can`t believe how much I`m gonna kill you.

Angel: You`re not getting that glove

Faith: You wanna bet?

 

Faith: So, it's about 118 degrees and I'm sleeping without a stitch on. And all of the sudden I hear this screaming from outside, so I go tearing out, stark nude. And this church bus is broke down and there's these three vamps feasting on half the Baptists in south Boston, so I waste the vamps and the preacher comes up and he's hugging me like there's no tomorrow. When all of the sudden the cops pull up and they arrested us both.

Xander: Wow, they should film that story and show it every Christmas.

 

Faith: The vamps, though. They better get their asses to Defcon One, cuz you and I are gonna have fun, you know? Watcherless and fancy-free.

 

Faith: Well, when I'm fighting, it's like the whole world goes away, and I only know one thing: that I'm gonna win, and they're gonna lose. I like that feelin'.

 

Faith:I say I slay.

 

Faith: You're confused Twinkie. Let me clear you up. Vampire, Slayer, dead vampire.

 

Faith: Tell me if you don't get in a good slaying, after a while you just start itching for some vamp to show up so you can give him a good uhhh.

 

Faith:Fine by me. Always ready to kick a little bad guy butt.

 

Buffy: Maybe I should introduce you again. Faith, this is Giles.

Faith: I've seen him. If I would have known they came that young and cute, I would have requested a transfer.

 

Faith: All men are beasts, Buffy.

Buffy: Okay, I was hoping that I wasn't gonna get that cynical til I was at least 40.

Faith: It's not cynical, it's realistic. Every guy, from manimal down to Mr. I-Love-the English Patient has beast in him. I don't care how sensitive they act, they're all just still in it for the chase.

 

Oz: ... They used to horse around.

Faith: They were screwing?

 

Faith: She got me really wound up. A fight like that and no kill. I'm about ready to pop.

Xander: Really? Pop?

Faith: You up for it?

Xander: Oh, I'm up. I'm suddenly very up. It's just um... I've never been up with people before.

Faith: Just relax. Take your pants off.

Xander: Those two concepts are antithetical.

Faith: Don't worry, I'll steer you around the curves.

Xander: Did I mention that I'm having a very strange night.

 

Faith: That thing with Xander, I know what it looked like, but we were just playing.

Angel: And he forgot the safety word. Is that it?

Faith: Safety words are for wusses.

 

Faith: Man, guys should break up with you more often.

Buffy: Gee, thank you.

Faith: No, I mean it. You really got some quality rage going. Really gives you an edge.

 

Faith: I'm serious. Never ever? Come on really, all this time and not ever once?

Buffy: How many times do I have to say it? I have never done it with Xander. He's just a friend.

Faith: So, what are friends for? I mean, I'm sorry. It's just all the sweating nightly, side by side action, and you never put in for a little after-hours uhhh?

Buffy: Thanks for the poetry. And no. I love Xander, I just don't love Xander.

 

Faith: Do you ever catch kids doing the ditty out here?

 

Faith: Bet you and Scott have been up there kicking the gear shift.

 

Faith: Faith: But you like him, and when you think about him, you get that good down low tingle, right?

Buffy: Yeah, I guess, but...how low?

 

Faith: Scott, there you are, honey. Hey, good news. The doctor said that the itching, the swelling, and the burning should clear up. But we gotta keep using the ointment.

 

Faith: Well, screw him alright. You move on, you party heavily, and you'll be fine.

 

Faith: Come on. We'll find a couple of studs, use them, and discard them. That's always fun.

 

Faith: Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny, drummer. Eventually, I just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet. Now it's strictly get some, get gone. You can't trust guys.

 

Faith: Yeah, but you gotta have stories. I mean, I've had my share of losers, but you... you boink the undead. What are they like?

 

Faith: Yeah, that was real manly how you shrieked and all.

 

Faith: That was great, I gotta shower.

 

Faith: I like him. He's butch.

 

Faith: [To Angel]Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't a one Slayer guy.

 

Faith: If we're gonna party, let's get on with it. Otherwise, could you let me out of these [manacles]?

 

Faith: First word, jail. Second word, bait.

 

Faith:Sugar Daddy!

 

Faith: Isn't it crazy how slaying just always makes you hungry and horny?

 

Faith: Tell me you don't get off on this.

 

Faith: What are you getting so strung out for B?

Buffy: Why are your lips still moving F?

Faith: Did I just hear a threat?

Buffy: Would you like to?

Faith: Wow, think you can take me?

Buffy: Yeah.

 

Faith: I'm five-by-five here, B, living entirely large, actually wondering about your problem.

Buffy: Well, I may not sleep in the nude and rassle alligators...

Faith: Maybe it's time you started cuz obviously something in your bottle needs uncorking.

 

Xander: Wait!

Faith: For what? You to grow a pair?

 

Buffy: Wait! Stop! Think!

Faith: No. No. No.

 

Faith: Son of a bitch, it's my lucky day.

 

Faith: My dead mother hits harder than that!

 

Faith: We're Slayers, girlfriend, the Chosen Two. Why should we let him take all the fun out of it?

 

Faith: When are you gonna get this B? The life of a Slayer is very simple. Want. Take. Have.

 

Faith: When are you gonna learn B? It doesn't matter what kind of vibe you get off a person because 9 times out of 10, the face they're showing you is not the real one.

 

Faith: Whatever. I'm not lookin' to hug and cry and learn and grow.

 

Faith: That one is for your mom. They're pretty crappy.

Joyce: Faith, you made it. Oh that is so thoughtful.

Faith: They're crappy.

 

Faith: Yeah, 'tis the season. Whatever that means.

 

Faith: Hey, as long as you don't go scratchin' at me or humpin' my leg, we're five by five, you know?

 

Faith: You guys are a hoot and a half. I mean, if I had friends like you in high school, I...probably still would've dropped out, but I might've been sad about it, you know?

 

Faith: Yeah well you can't trust people. I should've learned that by now.

 

Faith: I'm on my side, and that's enough.

 

Gwendolyn: Which one of you is Faith?

Faith: Depends, who the hell are you?

 

Gwendolyn Post: You will probably hate me a great deal of the time.

Faith: Ya think?

 

Faith: I'm telling you, I don't need a new watcher. No offense lady, but I just have this problem with authority figures. They end up kinda dead.

 

Faith: Excuse me Mary Poppins, but you don't seem to be listening.

 

Faith: [on meeting Wesley for the first time] New Watcher?...Screw that.

 

Faith: Okay, this is the last time we're gonna have this conversation, and we're not even having it now. You understand me? There is no body. I took it, weighted it, and dumped it. The body doesn't exist.

Buffy: Getting rid of the evidence doesn't make the problem go away.

Faith: It does for me.

Buffy: Faith, you don't get it. You killed a man.

Faith: No, you don't get it. I don't care.

 

Faith: Something made us different, we're warriors. We were built to kill.

Buffy: To kill demons. That does not mean we get to pass judgement on people like we're better than everybody.

Faith: We are better. That's right - better. People need us to survive. In the balance, nobody's gonna cry over some random bystander who got caught in the crossfire.

 

Faith: I missed the mark last night and I'm sorry about the guy, I really am. But it happens. Anyway, how many people do you think we've saved by now? Thousands? And didn't you stop the world from ending? Because in my book, that puts you and me in the plus column.

 

Faith: I hope evil takes Mastercard

 

Faith: You sent your boy to kill me.

Mayor: That's right, I did.

Faith: He's dust.

Mayor: I thought he might be, with what you standing here and all.

Faith: I guess that means that you have a job opening.