Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“Now there’s smiling. Why is there smiling? Is this a nervous laughter-in-the-face-of-danger thing, or..?”

“Well, what makes a ‘real’ Slayer?”

“It’s something you will never understand, Slayer.”

“I heard you’d shacked up here, but I had no idea you’d made it so warm and… serial killer-y.”

“The world embraced vampires with open arms, Buffy. Now it’s got to learn how to deal with them without crying for the nearest Slayer.”

“And here I thought I’d killed my last Slayer!”

“I thought I could give you the life you’d want if you hadn’t spent the last however-many-years saving the world.”

“Oh boy, no, no, no. I just took a left turn into Spike’s fantasyland!”

“I’m terrible at everything that doesn’t end with Slaying. I’m not well-rounded. I have lots of corners. And most of them are pointy.”

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to see her with someone like you. Clueless about things that go bump in the night.”

“Did you ever think of looking in the book Giles left you?”

“Sorry if you’re looking for a supernatural soap, but there is nothing sudsy to tell here.”

“I know demons older than your kind. They all fear the arrival of the Siphon.”