You see, I'm a *mature* crazy person
Willow : Ooh. We could not invite anya.
Buffy : It is a sham, but it's a sham with yams. It's a yam sham.
Anya : I inflicted a lot of putrefying diseases on men when I was an avenging demon, and you look like you're getting all of them.
Angel : Willow, I'm here to protect Buffy. I don't have a whole lot of time for personal stuff.
Willow : Right. Well, how can I help?
Angel : Well, if you can just tell me... Who's that guy?
Buffy : We don't say "indian."
Giles : Oh, right. Yes, yes. Um, always behind on the terms. Still trying not to refer to you lot as "bloody colonials."
Giles : I don't think I have a ricer.
Buffy : You don't have a ricer? What do you mean? How could someone not have a ricer?
Giles : Well, do you have one at home?
Buffy : I don't know. What's a ricer?
Willow : You mean... Angel? I saw him, too.
Giles : That's not terribly stealthy of him.
Willow : I think he's lost his edge
Buffy : Didn't you say the chumash got all diseased when they were all holed up in the mission?
Willow : Yeah. This has a better account of everything. It lists the various--
Xander : Various? As in...
Willow : Well, the important thing is not to panic.
Xander : You just recited the mystical panic-causing incantation, so little hope there. Let's talk about the various.
Xander : Can we come rocketing back to the part about me and my new syphilis?
Willow : There are 2 sides to it.
Xander : Slaying him? The representative from syphilis votes yea.
Spike : Help me. (Buffy shoves him back and he goes tumbling.) Ohh! What part of help me do you not understand?
Buffy : The part where I help you.
Spike : Come on, I'm parboiling out here.
Buffy : (Giles hands her a stake.) Want me to help make it quicker?
Spike : You exterminated his race. What could you possibly say that would make him feel better? It's kill or be killed here. Take your bloody pick.
Xander : Maybe it's the syphilis talking, but... Some of that made sense.
Spike : Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood.
Xander : I think he thought we were crazy.
Willow : Maybe if anya hadn't opened the conversation with, "Everybody got both ears?"
Anya : So this is angel. He's large and glowery, isn't he?
Buffy : It is a sham, but it's a sham with yams. It's a yam sham.
Anya : I inflicted a lot of putrefying diseases on men when I was an avenging demon, and you look like you're getting all of them.
Angel : Willow, I'm here to protect Buffy. I don't have a whole lot of time for personal stuff.
Willow : Right. Well, how can I help?
Angel : Well, if you can just tell me... Who's that guy?
Buffy : We don't say "indian."
Giles : Oh, right. Yes, yes. Um, always behind on the terms. Still trying not to refer to you lot as "bloody colonials."
Giles : I don't think I have a ricer.
Buffy : You don't have a ricer? What do you mean? How could someone not have a ricer?
Giles : Well, do you have one at home?
Buffy : I don't know. What's a ricer?
Willow : You mean... Angel? I saw him, too.
Giles : That's not terribly stealthy of him.
Willow : I think he's lost his edge
Buffy : Didn't you say the chumash got all diseased when they were all holed up in the mission?
Willow : Yeah. This has a better account of everything. It lists the various--
Xander : Various? As in...
Willow : Well, the important thing is not to panic.
Xander : You just recited the mystical panic-causing incantation, so little hope there. Let's talk about the various.
Xander : Can we come rocketing back to the part about me and my new syphilis?
Willow : There are 2 sides to it.
Xander : Slaying him? The representative from syphilis votes yea.
Spike : Help me. (Buffy shoves him back and he goes tumbling.) Ohh! What part of help me do you not understand?
Buffy : The part where I help you.
Spike : Come on, I'm parboiling out here.
Buffy : (Giles hands her a stake.) Want me to help make it quicker?
Spike : You exterminated his race. What could you possibly say that would make him feel better? It's kill or be killed here. Take your bloody pick.
Xander : Maybe it's the syphilis talking, but... Some of that made sense.
Spike : Do you know what else has blood in it? Blood.
Xander : I think he thought we were crazy.
Willow : Maybe if anya hadn't opened the conversation with, "Everybody got both ears?"
Anya : So this is angel. He's large and glowery, isn't he?