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A young girl, destined to slay vampires, demons and other infernal creatures, deals with her life fighting evil, with the help of her friends.
Rupert Giles: In every generation there is a Chosen One. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer.
[repeated line] Faith: Five by five.
Mayor Richard Wilkins: Man, I'm feeling chipper! Who's up for a root beer?
Anya: For God's sakes Andrew, you've been in here for 30 minutes. What are you doing? Andrew Wells: Entertaining and educating. Anya: Why can't you just masturbate like the rest of us?
Spike: It's nice to watch you be happy. For them, even. I don't see it a lot. You... You glow. Buffy Summers: That's because the dress is radioactive.
Dawn Summers: [as Buffy offers chicken to the Scooby-gang] I think I'll take a drumstick. Willow Rosenberg: I'm a breast gal myself. But of course, you already knew that.
Cordelia Chase: You're really campagning for Bitch Of The Year, aren't you? Buffy Summers: As defending champion, you nervous?
Billy 'Ford' Fordham: I know all your deepest secrets, Summers. Xander Harris: Care to make a small wager on that?
Willow Rosenberg: [about Xander dating Cordelia] What's his number? Oh yeah, 1-800-I'm-dating-a-skanky-hoe. Buffy Summers: Meow. Willow Rosenberg: Really? I've never gotten a 'meow' before.
[repeated line] Ted Buchanan: Beg to differ.
Billy 'Ford' Fordham: I thought you were slaying a vampire. Buffy Summers: I was whatting a what?
Anya: I know you like me. I've seen you looking at my breasts. Xander Harris: No offense, but when a guy does that, it just means his eyes are open.
Buffy Summers: I seem to be having a slight case of nudity here.
Oz: It looks dead. It smells dead. Yet it's moving around. That's interesting.
[repeated line] Dawn Summers: I'm not a kid!
Mayor Richard Wilkins: Where is the courier? I told him to come so he could get his money. Faith: I made him an offer he couldn't survive.
Drusilla: Say uncle. Oh that's right, you killed my uncle.
Xander Harris: Are you ready to get down, you funky party weasel?
Xander Harris: Who's a little fear demon? Come on, who's a little fear demon? Rupert Giles: Xander, don't taunt it. Xander Harris: What, can it hurt me? Rupert Giles: No, it's just... tacky.
Cordelia Chase: No way! I wish us into bizarro-land and you two guys are still together?
Buffy Summers: Cordelia. Your mouth is open, sound is coming from it. This is never good.