Buffy the Vampire Slayer

“The Hellmouth has begun its semi-annual percolation. Usually it blows around May.”

“Now, if I were a sign of being evil, where would I be?”

“Now wait a minute, you think I’m evil if I bring a group of girls on a camping trip and don’t touch them?”

“Hey, everybody, look. It’s Willow. Perhaps with a blunt weapon of some sort.”

“Keep the chatter down! Or speak up so I can hear you.”

“Sorry to barge in. I’m afraid we have a slight… apocalypse.”

“Shouldn’t we stab him through the chest? Isn’t that what we do when these things happen?”

“Man, I hate playing vampire towns.”

“Yeah, what I really need is emotional therapy from the evil dead.”

“Is sitting there and drinking soda some kind of a Zen non-answer?”

“This is getting to be a pattern with you, Buffy. Are there any friends of yours left you haven’t tried to kill?”

“Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmoil.”

“Come in. Enjoy my personal space.”