The 2,000,000th post game

Okay, we got ten, maybe twelve bad guys, and one big demon in desperate need of a stairmaster

So Angel is a good vampire! I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being someone who's killing and maiming every night, and one being someone who's not.

Buffy: "When did you guys hang out?"
Xander: "Well, she was fighting one of those apocalypse demon things and I helped her. Gave her a ride home."
Buffy: "And you guys talked?"
Xander: "Not extensively, no."
Buffy: "Then why would you...? Oh."
Giles: "Oh!"
Willow: "I don't need to say "oh", I got it before. They slept together."
Giles: "Fine, fine, let's move on."

The more I get to know you, the more I wish I didn't.

Faith: "Finally decided to tie me up, huh? I always knew you weren't really a one-Slayer guy."
Angel: "Sorry about the chains. It's not that I don't trust you, it's... Actually, it is that I don't trust you."

Whenever Giles sends me on a mission, he always says please. And afterwards I get a cookie!

Angel: "You can't imagine the price of true evil."
Faith: "Yeah? I hope evil takes MasterCard."

Buffy: "I just - well, I want to do..."
Willow: "Better than Faith?"
Buffy: "So very shallow."
Willow: "Competition is natural and healthy. Plus, you'll definitely ace her on the psych tests. Just don't mark the box that says, 'I sometimes like to kill people.'"
Buffy: "I know Faith's not going to be on the cover of 'Sanity Fair,' but... she had it rough."

No... I think you're up in the clocktower with a high-powered rifle because you wanna blend in.. 🙄

Buffy: "I know how you hate talking about Faith."
Willow: "No, it's okay."
Buffy: "No, really, we should just..."
Willow: "No, it doesn't bother me. I mean it."
Buffy: "Uh, Will?" (indicates pencil spinning out of control)
Willow: "Oh." (pencil flies into tree)
Buffy: "Emotional control?"
Willow: "I'm working on it."

Yeah, I'm fine. The shaking is a side effect of the fear..

I'm pretty spry for a corpse.

Didn't anyone ever warn you about playing with pointy sticks? It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye. (

This is how many apocalypses for us now?

We're not supposed to exist together... Thank God we're hot chicks with superpowers.

She irons her jeans. She's evil. She has to be destroyed.

The important thing is that I kept up my special birthday tradition of gut-wrenching misery and horror..

Angel: 'You know... I started it. The whole having a soul... before it was all the cool new thing.

So much easier to talk to when he wanted to kill me..

That's one spunky little girl you've raised. I'm gonna eat her.