- Buffy Summers: You, I mean, I can't believe you got into Oxford.
- Willow Rosenberg: It's pretty exciting.
- Oz: There's some deep academia there.
- Buffy Summers: That's where they make Gileses!
- Willow Rosenberg: I know. I could learn and-and have scones.
- Xander Harris: We Bohemian anti-establishment types have always been persecuted.
- Oz: Well, sure. You're all so weird.
- [explaining why she wants to stay in Sunnydale when she has other choices available]
- Willow Rosenberg: But the other night, you know, being captured and all, facing off with Faith... things just... kinda got clear. I mean, you've been fighting evil here for three years and I've helped some, and now we're supposed to decide what we wanna do with our lives... And I just realized that's what I want to do. Fight evil, help people. I mean, I-I think it's worth doing. And I don't think you do it because you have to. It's a good fight, Buffy, and I want in.
- [to a vampire who is coming after her while she is being held captive]
- Willow Rosenberg: Hey! Did you get permission to eat the hostage?
- Rupert Giles: You actually had your hands on the Books of Ascension?
- Willow Rosenberg: [nodding] Volumes 1 through 5.
- Rupert Giles: Is there anything that you can remember about them that could be of use to us? Anything at all?
- Willow Rosenberg: Well... I was in a hurry. a-and what I did read was kinda involved. If you ask me, way overwritten.
- Rupert Giles: [meekly disappointed] Oh.
- Willow Rosenberg: Actually, there were a few pages that were kind of interesting, but I didn't have a chance to read them fully.
- [Giles looks away, disappointed and Willow reaches into her pocket and brings out several pages]
- Willow Rosenberg: See what you can make of them.
- [Giles accepts the pages looking stunned, then walks away looking happy]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Let's synchronize our watches.
- [Willow and Buffy display their bare wrists]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: I have 21:4 -
- [notices]
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: Yes, typical.
- Principal Snyder: Okay, what's in the bag?
- Student: My lunch.
- Principal Snyder: Is that the new drug lingo?
- Student: No. It's my lunch.
- [trying to talk Willow out of going to UC Sunnydale for college]
- Buffy Summers: There are better schools.
- Willow Rosenberg: Sunnydale's not bad... and-and I can design my own curriculum.
- Buffy Summers: Okay, well, there are safer schools. There are safer prisons.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: Well, I wish you kids the best, I really do, but, uh, if you don't mind a bit of fatherly advice, I, uh, I-I just don't see much of a future for you two. I don't sense a lasting relationship. And not just because I plan to kill the both of you, but you got a bumpy road ahead.
- Buffy Summers: I don't think we need to talk about this.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: [chuckles] God! You-You kids, you know... you don't like to think about the future, you don't like to make plans, but unless you want Faith over there to gut your friend like a sea bass, you will show a little *respect* for your elders.
- Angel: You're not my elder. I got a lot of years over you.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: Yeah, and that's just *one* of the things you're gonna have to deal with. You're immortal. She's not. It's not easy. I married my Edna Mae in aught three, and I was with her right until the end. Not a pretty picture... Wrinkled and senile and cursing me for my youth. Wasn't our happiest time... And let's forget the fact that any moment of true happiness will turn you evil.
- [scoffs]
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: I mean, come-come on, what kind of a life can you offer her? I don't see a lot of Sunday picnics in the offing. I see skulking in the shadows, hiding from the sun. She's a blossoming young girl and you wanna keep her from the life she should have till it's passed her by. And, by God, I think that's a little selfish... Is that what you came back from Hell for? Is that your greater purpose?
- Willow Rosenberg: Hey, I eat danger for breakfast.
- Xander Harris: But, oddly enough, she panics in the face of breakfast foods.
- [last lines]
- Buffy Summers: I don't know what the mayor was talking about... How could he know anything about us?
- Angel: Yeah, well, he's evil.
- Buffy Summers: Big time. He doesn't even know what a lasting relationship is.
- Angel: No.
- Buffy Summers: Probably the only lasting relationship he's ever had is... with... evil.
- Angel: Yeah.
- Buffy Summers: Big, stupid, evil guy... We'll be okay.
- Angel: We will.
- Willow Rosenberg: Faith, wait! I wanna talk to you.
- Faith: Oh yeah. Give me the speech again, please. "Faith, we're still your friends. We can help you. It's not too late."
- Willow Rosenberg: It's way too late. You know, it didn't have to be this way. But you made your choice. I know you had a tough life. I know that some people think you had a lot of bad breaks. Well, boo-hoo! Poor you. You know, you had a *lot* more in your life than-than some people. I mean, you had friends like Buffy. Now you have no one. Y-You were a Slayer, and-and now you're nothing. You're just a big, selfish, worthless waste.
- Faith: [punches Willow] You hurt me, I hurt you. I'm just a little more efficient.
- Willow Rosenberg: Oh, and here I just thought you didn't have a comeback.
- Xander Harris: I have a theory. Your snide remarks earlier? I'm guessing grapes a little on the sour side. Didn't get into any schools, did ya? The grades were there but, ooh, if it weren't for that pesky interview. Ten minutes with you and the Admissions Department decided that they'd already reached their mean-spirited superficial-princess quotas.
- Cordelia Chase: And once again the gold medal in the Being-Wrong event goes to Xander "I'm As Stupid As I Look" Harris.
- Xander Harris: [to Cordelia] Hey, did ya hear about Willow getting into Oxnard?
- Willow Rosenberg: Oxford.
- Xander Harris: And M.I.T. And Yale and every other college on the face of the planet, as in your face I rub it.
- Xander Harris: Any clue on what college you might be attending so we can start calculating minimum safe distance?
- Cordelia Chase: None of your business. Certainly nowhere near you losers.
- Buffy Summers: Okay, you guys, don't forget to breathe between insults.
- Cordelia Chase: I'm sorry, Buffy. This conversation is reserved for those who actually *have* a future.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: Well, isn't this exiting, isn't it?
- [laughs]
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: Clandestine meetings by dark of night, exchange of prisoners. I just, I...
- [laughs]
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: I feel like we should all be wearing trench coats.
- Buffy Summers: Let her go.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: No...! Not until the box is in my hands... So you're the little girl that's been causing me all this trouble. She's pretty, Angel... A little skinny... Still don't understand why it couldn't work out with you and my Faith. Guess you kinda just have strange taste in women.
- Angel: Yeah, well, what can I say? I like 'em sane.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: All right, everyone. Monsters, demons, world in peril.
- Buffy Summers: I'll betcha they have *all* that stuff in Illinois.
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: You cannot leave Sunnydale! With the power invested in me by the Council, I forbid it.
- Rupert Giles: Oh, yes, that should settle it.
- Rupert Giles: [to Wesley] She's right. Time's running out. We need to take the offensive.
- [to Buffy]
- Rupert Giles: What's your plan?
- Buffy Summers: I gotta have a plan? Really? I can't just be proactive with pep?
- Buffy Summers: I feel the need for more sugar than the human body can handle
- Willow Rosenberg: Mochas?
- Buffy Summers: Yes, please.
- [referring to the Box of Gavrok, containing the Gavrok Spiders]
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: I wouldn't leave that open.
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: All right. You can open them up now.
- Faith: [opens eyes to see a gift] Fab. What's the occasion?
- Mayor Richard Wilkins: Faith, as if I need a reason to show you my affection... or appreciation for running a small errand at the airport.
- Faith: Airport...? What's next? You gonna want me to help a buddy of yours move a sofa?
- Wesley Wyndam-Pryce: But... you're a Slayer.
- Buffy Summers: Yeah. I'm also a person. You can't define me by my slayerness. That's... something-ism.