alot of my favs are from the ep Tabula Rasa. I just love that ep.
GILES: Spike?
ANYA: Holy moly.
SPIKE: You need to give me asylum.
XANDER: I'll say.
XANDER: No need to get cute. (takes off hat, throws it down) It's a disguise. Happens there's a bloke I'd rather not see just now.
XANDER: (scrambling to his feet) Okay, who are you freaks?
WILLOW: You don't know me?
XANDER: Not a clue.
WILLOW: But you were just all like, (imitating him) 'oh, hey.'
XANDER: Yeah, 'cause I thought you were a girl and I'd remember, but...
WILLOW: (grabs her breasts) Well, I am a girl! I'm ... not sure ... who I am exactly, but...
XANDER: (yelling) Okay, why was I on the ground? And why are you all staring at me? Is this some kind of psych test? Am I getting paid for this?
GILES: (smiling) Well, maybe we all got ... terribly drunk and this is some sort of, uh, blackout.
DAWN: (uncertain) I don't think I drink.
ANYA: I-I don't see any booze. I don't feel any head bumps. (looks around) I don't see Allen Funt.
GILES: Who?
XANDER: (panicky) Okay. I'm not panicking. I'm not. I'm not. (everyone looking at him) Stop looking at me like I'm panicking!
BUFFY: Hey, hey, take it easy, guy. Okay, no one's hurt, right? And, and none of us look all hatchety-murdery, so ... we're probably safe. Here. Wherever here is.
GILES: (scoffs) Magic! Magic's all balderdash and chicanery. I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing. (everyone looking at him) Except I seem to be British, don't I? Uh, and a man. With ... glasses. (removes glasses) Well, that narrows it down considerably.
GILES: We'll all get our memory back, and it'll all be right as rain.
SPIKE: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. (everyone looking at him) You Englishmen are always so... (pauses) Bloody hell! (ticks off on his fingers) Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bollocks, oh God! I'm English!
GILES: (puts glasses on) Welcome to the nancy tribe.
SPIKE: You don't suppose you and I ... we're not related, are we?
ANYA: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.
Giles smiles at Anya with pleasure.
GILES: (to Spike) And you do inspire a, um ... (Spike walking out from behind the counter) particular feeling of ... familiarity and ... disappointment.
Spike walks up to Giles, scowling. They look at each other.
GILES: Older brother?
SPIKE: (scoffs) Father. (Giles looks outraged) Oh, god, how I must hate you.
GILES: What did I do?
SPIKE: There's always something, and what's with the trollop? (indicates Anya)
ANYA: Hey!
GILES: Her?
SPIKE: I saw you! Sleeping together.
GILES: Resting together.
ANYA: Look! (holds up her hand with the engagement ring) It's okay. We're engaged.
GILES: (smiling) Oh.
ANYA: It's a lovely ring.
SPIKE: Oh, great, a tarty stepmom who's half old Daddy's age.
ANYA: Tarty?
GILES: Old? You little twerp, I'm young enough to still get carded.
GILES: I'm, uh, called Rupert Giles.
ANYA: (smiling fondly) Rupert.
SPIKE: Rupert! (giggles)
GILES: You're not too old to put across my knee, you know ... sonny. (Spike still laughing) Anyway, what did I call you?
SPIKE: Um...
Spike examines his clothing, finds a label on the inside of his suit jacket.
SPIKE: 'Made with care for Randy.' (looks at Giles angrily) Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles,' or 'Desperate for a Shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you!
GILES: Randy's ... a family name, undoubtedly.
DAWN: (to Buffy) So you don't have a name?
BUFFY: Of course I do. I just don't happen to know it.
DAWN: (smiling) You want me to name you?
BUFFY: Oh, that's sweet, but I think I can name myself. (thinks) I'll name me ... Joan. [transcriber's note: great choice!]
DAWN: (makes a face) Ugh!
BUFFY: What? Did you just 'ugh' my name?
DAWN: No! I just ... I mean, it's so blah. Joan?
BUFFY: I like it. I feel like a Joan.
DAWN: (chuckles) Fine, that's your purgative.
BUFFY: Prerogative.
DAWN: Whatever, Joan.
BUFFY: Whatever, Umad.
DAWN/BUFFY: (unison) Boy, you're a pain in the/Boy, you're bossy!
They look at each other in surprise.
DAWN: Do you think we're-
BUFFY: Sisters?
They smile and hug each other.
SPIKE: (to Giles) You never showed me affection like that!
Giles looks confused.
SPIKE: ...I'd wager.
BUFFY: Well, we need to figure out what's going on. We need to get help.
SPIKE: Looks like Joan fancies herself the boss.
BUFFY: Any suggestions on how we're gonna get there?
SPIKE: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic midlife-crisis transport. (puts arm around Giles's shoulder) Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.