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Willow: Prince of night, I summon you, come fill me with your black naughty evil!
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Giles: I just wonder if we're looking for a thing, the use of a symbol on a victim like this suggests a ritual murder and a cult sacrifice by a group.
Buffy: A group of.. human beings? Someone with a soul did this?
Giles: Yes, I'm afraid so.
Buffy: Okay, then while you're looking for the meaning of that symbol thingy, could you also find a loophole in that "Slayers don't kill people" rule?
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Sheila: Willow, you cut off your hair. Huh, that's a new look!
Willow: Yeah, it's just a sudden whim I had - in August!
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Buffy: Hey is Willow around?
Xander: How can I convince you people that it's over? You assume that because I'm here, she's here. That I mysteriously know where she is.
Buffy: Those her books?
Xander: Yeah. She's in the bathroom.
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Willow: You've seen what we can do! Another step and you will all feel my power!
Buffy: (quietly) What are you going to do, float a pencil at them?
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Xander: Wait, Hansel and Gretel? Breadcrumbs, ovens, gingerbread house?
Giles: Of course. It makes perfect sense.
Buffy: Yeah, it's all falling into place. Of course that place is nowhere near this place.
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Cordelia: I came over here to tell Buffy to stop this craziness, and found you all unconscious -- again. How many times have you been knocked out, anyway? I swear, one of these times, you're going to wake up in a coma.
Giles: Wake up in a...? Oh, never mind. We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
Cordelia: Now, let's be clear. The brain damage happened before I hit you.
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Giles: There is a fringe theory, held by a few folklorists, that some regional stories have actual, very literal antecedents.
Buffy: And in some language that's English?
Oz: Fairy tales are real...
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Buffy: (to Joyce) Maybe next time that the world is getting sucked into hell, I won't be able to stop it because the anti-hell-sucking book isn't on the approved reading list.
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Willow: Mom, I'm not acting out, I'm a witch. I can make pencils float. And I can summon the four elements. Okay, two, but four soon. And I'm dating a musician!
Sheyla: Oh, Willow!
Willow: I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
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Snyder: Just how is, um, "Blood Rites and Sacrifices" appropriate material for a public school library? Chess Club branching out?
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Giles: Ordinarily, I would say let's widen our research.
Buffy: Using what? A dictionary and My Friend Flicka?
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Cordelia: You're going to be one busy little Slayer, baby-sitting them.
Buffy: I doubt they'll have any more trouble.
Cordelia: I doubt your doubt. Everyone knows that witches killed those kids, and Amy is a witch. And Michael is whatever the boy of witch is, plus being the poster child for yuch. If you're going to hang with them, expect badness. 'Cause that's what you get when you hang with freaks and losers. Believe me, I know.... That was a pointed comment about me hanging with you guys.
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Joyce: Are you embarrassed to be hanging out with your mother? I didn't hug you.
Buffy: No, it's just... this hall is about school, and you're about home. Mix them, my world dissolves.
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Xander: Oh, man, it's Nazi Germany, and I've got Playboys in my locker.
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Joyce Summers: Mr. Mayor, you're dead wrong. This is not a good town. How many of us have lost someone who just disappeared? Or, or got skinned? Or suffered a neck rupture?
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Amy: Alright. You wanna fry a witch? I'll give you a witch! Goddess Hecate, work thy will!
Buffy: Uh-oh.
Amy: Before thee let the unclean thing crawl!
(Amy turns into a rat)
Buffy: She couldn't do us first?
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Willow: It's a doodle, I do doodle. You too, you do doodle too.
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Oz: So what do we do?
Xander: I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go trade my cow in for some beans.
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Buffy: My mom said some things to me about being the Slayer. That it's fruitless. No fruit for Buffy.
Angel: She's wrong.
Buffy: Is she? Is Sunnydale any better than when I first came here? Okay, so I battle evil. But I don't really win. The bad keeps coming back and getting stronger. Like that kid in the story, the boy that stuck his finger in the duck.
Angel: Dyke. It's another word for dam.
Buffy: Oh. Okay, that story makes a lot more sense now.