When She Was Bad

Cordelia: "Oh, look, it's the Three Musketeers."
Buffy: "Was that an insult?"
Xander: "It kinda' lacked punch."
Willow: "The Three Musketeers were cool."
Cordelia: "I see your point."
Xander: "I would've gone with Stooges."
Cordelia: "Well, I just meant that you guys always hang out together. So, did you guys fight any demons this summer?"
Willow: "Uh, yes, our own personal demons."
Xander: "Uh, such as--as--as lust and, um, thrift."
Buffy: "I would have to go with Stooges also."
Cordelia: "What are you guys talking about? I'm talking about big, squiggly demons that come from the ground. Remember? Prom Night? With all the vampires?"
Buffy: "Cordelia, your mouth is open. Sound is coming from it. This is never good."

Willow: "You haven't been talking about our little adventure all summer, have you?"
Cordelia: "Are you nuts? You think I would tell people that I spent the whole evening with you?"

Cordelia: "Your secret's safe with me."
Buffy: "Well, that works out great. You won't tell anyone that I'm a Slayer, and I won't tell anyone you're a moron."
Xander: "Now that was a good insult."

Buffy: "Look, Angel, I'm sorry if I was supposed to spend the summer mooning over you, but I didn't. I moved on...to the living."

Buffy: "Let's dance."
Xander: "Ohhhhh-kay."

Cordelia: "Buffy? You're really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren't you?"
Buffy: "As defending champion, you nervous?"
Cordelia: "I can hold my own. You know, we've never really been close, which is nice, 'cause I don't really like you that much, but..."

Cordelia: "Whatever is causing the Joan Collins 'tude, deal with it. Embrace the pain. Spank your inner moppet. Whatever. But get over it. 'Cause pretty soon you're not even gonna' have the loser friends you've got now."

Willow: "She's possessed!"
Giles: "Possessed?"
Willow: "That's the only explanation that makes any sense. I mean, you should have seen her last night. That wasn't Buffy."
Xander: "Are we overlooking the idea that she may be very attracted to me?"
Willow and Giles: "..."
Xander: "She's possessed."
Giles: "Possessed by what?"
Willow: "A...possessing thing!"

Willow: "Why else would she be acting like such a B-I-T-C-H?"
Giles: "Willow, I think we're a little too old to be spelling things out."
Xander: "A bitca?"

Xander: "That's a very interesting point about trout you just brought up now."
Giles: "Trout? Trout! Yes, uh, trout is-is a fish."

Willow: "What would somebody want with Master bones?"
Xander: "A trophy? Um, a horrible conversation piece?"

Snyder: "I believe some of us have class, and some of us have jobs."

Snyder: "There's some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense."
Giles: "Well, actually, that would be one of the five."
Snyder: "That Summers girl--I smell trouble. I smell expulsion, and just the faintest aroma of jail."

Snyder: "You really have faith in those kids, don't you?"
Giles: "Yes, I do."
Snyder: "Weird."

Buffy: "'Come to the Bronze before it opens, or we make her our meal.'"
Xander: "They're gonna' cook her dinner? Oh, pretend I didn't say that."

Willow: "What were you thinking about?"
Buffy: "Nothin'."
Xander: "Oh, come on, you can tell us. We're your bosom friends. The friends of your bosom."
Willow: "Xander."

Xander: "Dreams are meaningful."
Willow: "Sheesh, tell me about it. The other night, I dreamt that Xander--uh, it wasn't Xander. I-In fact, it wasn't me. It was a friend's dream, and she doesn't remember it."

Buffy: "So, is this a social call? It is kinda' late...or, well, it is for me, anyway. What is it for you, lunch hour?"
Angel: "It's not a social call."
Buffy: "Ah, so let me guess. That means grave danger. Gosh, it's good to be home."
Angel: "I'm sorry, I wish I had better news."
Buffy: "So, some of your cousins are in town for a family barbecue, and we're all on the menu."

Willow: "Angel stopped by? Wow! Was there...well, I mean...was it having to do with kissing?"
Buffy: "Willow, grow up. Not everything is about kissing."
Xander: "Yeah. Some stuff's about groping. It wasn't about groping?"
Buffy: "Okay, hormones on parade here, it was pure shop talk. Remember vampires, pointy teeth, they walk by night. Am I ringing a bell?"

Xander: "Well, what else do you want to do? We already played Rock/Paper/Scissors. My hand's cramped up."
Willow: "Well, yes, if you're always scissors, of course your tendons are gonna' get strained."

Willow: "Xander!"
Xander: "Sorry, I can't help myself. Your nose looks so tasty."

Xander: "Man, your timing really doesn't suck, huh?"

Buffy: "Dad drove me down, and I figured you two losers would be getting into some kind of trouble."
Willow: "I think we had the upper hand, in a subtle way."

Buffy: "So how did you guys fare? Did you have any fun without me?"
Willow: "Yes."           Xander: "No."
Xander: "Well, our summer was kinda' yawnworthy. Our biggest excitement was burying the Master."

Hank: "You know, at least when she was burning stuff down, I knew what to say."

Cordelia: "It was a nightmare, a total nightmare. I mean, they promised me they'd take me to St. Croix, and then they just decide to go to Tuscany. Art and buildings? I was totally beachless for a month and a half. No one has suffered like I have suffered. Of course, I think that that kind of adversity builds character. Well, then I thought, 'I already have a lot of character.' Is it possible to have too much character?"

Snyder: "One day, the campus is completely bare, empty. The next, there are children everywhere...like locusts. Crawling around, mindlessly bent on feeding and mating. Destroying everything in sight in their relentless, pointless desire to exist."
Giles: "Well, I do enjoy these pep talks. Have you ever considered, given your abhorrence of children, that school principal was not, perhaps, your true vocation?"

Giles: "How was your summer?"
Ms. Calendar: "Extreme. I did Burning Man in Black Rock. Oh, such a great festival. They had drum rituals, mobile sculptures, raves, naked mud dances. You would have just--hated it with a fiery passion."
Giles: "Uh, I--I can't imagine finding any redeeming, uh...naked?"
Ms. Calendar: "Mmm. And you probably spent all summer with your nose in a book."
Giles: "Yes. I suppose you consider that frightfully dull."
Ms. Calendar: "Depends on the book."

Willow: "Giles!"
Xander: "Yo, G-Man! What's up?"
Giles: "Nice to see you, and don't ever call me that."

Willow: "Buffy killed a vampire last night."
Buffy: "Uh, I think you can get a little more volume if you speak from the diaphragm."
Willow: "Sorry."

Giles: "The mystical energy that emanates from it is still concentrated in this area."
Xander: "Which means we're still the undead's favorite party town."

Buffy: "You're the Watcher, I just work here."
Giles: "Yes. I must consult my books."
Xander: "Oh, 8 minutes and 33 seconds, pay up. I called 10 minutes before you'd consult your books about something. Thank you."

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