Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Giles: It's certainly all boys clothes. Why would a girl pack these? Buffy: How 'bout this one: what kind of girl travels with a mummified corpse, and doesn't even pack lipstick?

Ampata: Hello, Xander. Xander: Ho, hi uh... Buffy: I can translate American salivating boy talk. He says "You're beautiful." Xander: Ha soo. Buffy: You're welcome.

Guide: Five hundred years ago, the Incan people chose a beautiful teenage girl to become their princess. Willow: I hope this story ends with "and she lived happily ever after." Xander: (looks into the coffin) No, I think it ends with "and she became a scary, discolored, shriveled mummy."

Buffy: So, can I go? Giles: I think not. Buffy: How come? Giles: Because you are the Chosen One. Buffy: Just this once I'd like to be the Overlooked One.

Xander: You're right, Ampata. We're not an archaeology club. We're in... We're in the crime club. Which is kinda like the chess club, only with crime and... no chess.

Buffy: Hey! Look at us! We came up with a plan. A good plan. Giles: Alright. We'll meet there tonight after it closes. Buffy: No! Bad plan. I have other plans. Dance plans. (gets a look from Giles) Canceled plans.

Xander: Okay, I have something to tell you. And it's kind of a secret, and it's a little bit scary. I like you. A lot. And I want you to go to with me the dance. Ampata: Why was that so scary? Xander: Well, because you never know if a girl's gonna say "yes", or if... she's gonna laugh in your face and pull out your still beating heart and crush it into the ground with her heel.

Ampata: You are always thinking of others before yourself. You remind me of someone from very long ago: the Inca Princess. Buffy: Cool! A princess. Ampata: They told her that she was the only one. That only she could defend her people from the nether world. Out of all the girls in her generation... she was the only one... chosen. Do you know the story? Buffy: It's fairly familiar. Ampata: She was sixteen, like us. She was offered as a sacrifice and went to her death. Who knows what she had to give up to fulfill her duty to others? What chance at love?

Buffy: Ampata wasn't evil. At least not to begin with, and... I do think she cared about you. Xander: Yeah, but I think that whole sucking the life out of people thing would have been a strain on the relationship.

Buffy: I remember how I felt when I heard the prophecy that I was going to die. I wasn't exactly obsessed with doing the right thing. Xander: Yeah, but you did. You gave up your life. Buffy: I had you to bring me back.

Xander: I just, present company excluded, I have the worst taste in women of anyone in the world... ever.

Giles: Thank heavens you're home. Buffy: Yep. Not at the dance. Not with my friends. Not with a life.

Xander: Okay, no shirts with ruffles, no hats with feathers, and definitely no lederhosen. They make my calves look fat. Willow: Why are you suddenly so worried about looking like an idiot? That came out wrong.

Xander: And this... is called a snack food. Ampata: Snack food? Xander: Yeah, it's a delicious, spongy, golden cake stuffed with a delightful, creamy white substance of goodness.

Cordelia: This whole student exchange thing has been a nightmare. They don't even speak American.

Xander: Your English is very bueno. Ampata: I listen much. Xander: Well, that works out well because I talk much.

Buffy: I thought you were taking Willow. Xander: Well, yeah, I'm gonna take Willow, but I'm not gonna take Willow. In the sense of "take me." See, with you we're three and everybody's safe. Without you, we're two. Buffy: Ah, and we enter Dateville. Romance, flowers... Xander: Lips. Buffy: Oh, come on. In all the years you've know Willow, you've never thought about her lips? Xander: Buffy, I love Willow. And she's my best friend. Which makes her not the kind of girl who I think about her lips that much. She's the kind of girl that... I'm best friends with.

Willow: Are we still on for our chem tutorial tomorrow? Rodney: Yeah. I think I got almost all fourteen natural elements memorized. Willow: There are a hundred and three.

Buffy: What are you looking at? Cordelia: Pictures of our exchange students. Look. 100% Swedish, 100% gorgeous, 100% staying at my house! So, how's yours? Visually, I mean. Buffy: I don't know. Guy like? Xander: By guy-like we are talking big, beefy, guy-like girl, right? Buffy: I was just told "guy". Cordelia: You didn't look at him first? He could be dogly. You live on the edge.

Buffy: Have you ever done an exchange program? Xander: My dad tried to send me to some Armenians once. Does that count?

Xander: So, do we have to speak Spanish when we see him? 'Cause I don't know anything much besides Doritos and Chihuahua. Buffy: Ampata? Ampata: Here! Hello. I am Ampata. Xander: ¡Ay caramba! I can also say that!

Buffy: (impatiently) Come on! Can't you put your foot down? Giles: It is down. Buffy: One of these days, you're gonna have to get a grown-up car.

Xander: Have you seen Ampata? (Willow shrugs) What was that? Willow: I shrugged. Xander: Next time, you should probably say "shrug." Willow: "Sigh."

Willow: On the other hand, maybe Rodney just stepped out for a smoke? Xander: For 21 hours? Willow: It's addictive, you know.

Willow: So, Ampata. You're a girl. Ampata: Yes. For many years now.

Buffy: I wasn't gonna use violence. I don't always use violence. Do I? Xander: The important thing is you believe that.

Willow: You just don't like him 'cause of that time he beat you up every day for five years. Xander: Yeah. I'm irrational that way

Xander: Hold on a sec. So, this person who's living with you for two weeks is a man. With man parts. This is a terrible idea. Willow: What about the beautiful melding of two cultures? Xander: There's no melding, okay? He better keep his parts to himself.

Willow: Well, you know, I have a choice. I can spend my life waiting for Xander to go out with every other girl in the world until he notices me, or I can just get on with my life. Buffy: Good for you. Willow: Well, I didn't choose yet.

Oz: I'm not picky. You're just impressed by any pretty girl who can walk and talk. Devon: She doesn't have to talk.

Devon: What does a girl have to do to impress you? Oz: Well, it involves a feather boa and the theme to A Summer Place. I can't discuss it here.

Giles: You have responsibilities that other girls do not. Buffy: Oh! I know this one! Slaying entails certain sacrifices, blah blah biddy blah, I'm so stuffy, give me a scone. Giles: It's as if you know me.