My Buffy Quotes

Angel: "Dear Buffy..." Hmmm. I'm still trying to decide the best way to send my regards. Spike: Why don't you rip her lungs out? That might make an impression. Angel: Lacks... poetry. Spike: Doesn't have to. What rhymes with lungs?

Cordelia: You're really campaigning for bitch of the year, aren't you? Buffy: As defending champion, you nervous?

Principal Snyder: It's woolly-headed liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.