I was watching Gingerbread on tape the other day and I found it quite amusing. Cordy was being funny that ep and so was Xander. So I thought id give you some funny quotes from it...
Willow: (takes and closes it) A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do
doodle, too.
Xander: Aw, man, it's Nazi Germany, and I've got Playboys in my locker!
Willow: (to Buffy, sick with worry) I have stuff in my locker. Henbane,
hellebore, mandrake root.
Xander: (interrupts) Excuse me. Playboys. Can we turn the sympathy
(jerks his head) this way?
Giles: They're confiscating my books.
Buffy: Giles, we need those books.
Giles: Believe me, I tried to tell that to the nice man with the big
gun.
Buffy: (incredulous) Answer to MOO? Did that sentence just make some
sense that I'm not in on?
Snyder: 'Mothers Opposed to the Occult.' A powerful new group. (sips
his coffee)
Buffy: And who came up with that lame name?
Snyder: (heads out) That would be the founder. I believe you call her 'Mom'.
Willow: (thickly sarcastic) I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do
you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
Sheila: (tired of it) Willow, please!
Willow: All bow before Satan!
Sheila: (leaves the room) I'm not listening to this.
Willow: (follows her) (heavy on the sarcasm) Prince of Night, I summon
you. Come fill me with your black, naughty evil.
Giles: Session interrupted? (frustrated) Who said you could interrupt,
you stupid, useless fad! No, I said fad. And I'll say it again. (types)
Giles: (gets up) Yeah, well, somebody else do it. This thing's locked
me out.
Xander: Well, if you wouldn't yell at it. (gets a look from Giles)
Cordelia: Things are way out of control, Giles. First the thing at
school, and then my mom confiscates all of my black clothes and scented
candles. (Giles sits up) 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? (Giles finds his glasses) I swear, one of
these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Giles: (puts his glasses on) Wake up in a... Oh, never mind. (struggles
to his feet) We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
Cordelia: (picks it up) This? (sniffs it) It doesn't look like a toad.
Giles: No reason it should. It's from inside the toad.
Cordelia: (quickly drops it in) I hate you.
Cordelia: God, you really were the little youthful offender, weren't you? You must just look back on that and cringe.
Willow: (takes and closes it) A doodle. I do doodle. You, too. You do
doodle, too.
Xander: Aw, man, it's Nazi Germany, and I've got Playboys in my locker!
Willow: (to Buffy, sick with worry) I have stuff in my locker. Henbane,
hellebore, mandrake root.
Xander: (interrupts) Excuse me. Playboys. Can we turn the sympathy
(jerks his head) this way?
Giles: They're confiscating my books.
Buffy: Giles, we need those books.
Giles: Believe me, I tried to tell that to the nice man with the big
gun.
Buffy: (incredulous) Answer to MOO? Did that sentence just make some
sense that I'm not in on?
Snyder: 'Mothers Opposed to the Occult.' A powerful new group. (sips
his coffee)
Buffy: And who came up with that lame name?
Snyder: (heads out) That would be the founder. I believe you call her 'Mom'.
Willow: (thickly sarcastic) I worship Beelzebub. I do his biddings. Do
you see any goats around? No, because I sacrificed them.
Sheila: (tired of it) Willow, please!
Willow: All bow before Satan!
Sheila: (leaves the room) I'm not listening to this.
Willow: (follows her) (heavy on the sarcasm) Prince of Night, I summon
you. Come fill me with your black, naughty evil.
Giles: Session interrupted? (frustrated) Who said you could interrupt,
you stupid, useless fad! No, I said fad. And I'll say it again. (types)
Giles: (gets up) Yeah, well, somebody else do it. This thing's locked
me out.
Xander: Well, if you wouldn't yell at it. (gets a look from Giles)
Cordelia: Things are way out of control, Giles. First the thing at
school, and then my mom confiscates all of my black clothes and scented
candles. (Giles sits up) 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? (Giles finds his glasses) I swear, one of
these times, you're gonna wake up in a coma.
Giles: (puts his glasses on) Wake up in a... Oh, never mind. (struggles
to his feet) We need to save Buffy from Hansel and Gretel.
Cordelia: (picks it up) This? (sniffs it) It doesn't look like a toad.
Giles: No reason it should. It's from inside the toad.
Cordelia: (quickly drops it in) I hate you.
Cordelia: God, you really were the little youthful offender, weren't you? You must just look back on that and cringe.
