Xander: [practicing to ask Buffy to the Spring Fling dance] Y'know, Buffy, Spring Fling just isn't any dance. It's a time for students to choose, um... a mate and then we can... observe their... mating rituals and tag them before they migrate- just kill me!
Xander: How could you let her go?
Giles: As the soon-to-be-purple area of my jaw will attest, I did not let her go!
Buffy: Cordelia, your mouth is open and sound is coming from it. This is never good.
Cordelia: Buffy. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you?
Buffy: As defending champion, you nervous?
Cordelia: [scoffs] I can hold my own.
Willow: That's what it was! I mean, why else would she be acting like such a b-i-t-c-h?
Giles: Willow, I think we're all a little too old to be spelling things out.
Xander: A bitca?
Principal Snyder: There're some things I can just smell. It's like a sixth sense.
Giles: No, actually that would be one of the five.
Buffy: You're a vampire. Oh, I'm sorry, was that an offensive term? Should I say "undead American"?
Buffy: Are you jealous?
Angel: Of Xander? Please. He's just a kid.
Buffy: Is it 'cause I danced with him?
Angel: "Danced with" is a pretty loose term. "Mated with" might be a little closer.
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Eu gostava de ver a Buffy, caneco!
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