Anchovies, anchovies, you’re so delicious. I love you more than all the other fishes.
No. Underline, exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point. No one understands. No one has an older sister who’s a Slayer.
Buffy could stomp ninja ass.
Dawn: “Any luck?”
Willow: “If you define ‘luck’ as ‘the absence of success’, plenty.”