Buffy: “I’d like to find Willow and Xander.”

Joyce: “Will you be slaying?”

Buffy: “Only if they give me lip.” 

Buffy: “At least I got to the two of you before you actually did something.”

Joyce: “Right.”

Giles: “Indeed”

Joyce: “Yes.”

“So you’re a Slayer too. Isn’t that interesting. Do you like it?”

Faith: “You’re thinking, ‘You’ll never get away with this!’ Warm?”

Joyce: “Actually, I was thinking my daughter is going to kill you soon.”

Joyce: “When did you die? You never told me you died.”

Buffy: “No, uh, it was just for a few minutes.”

Joyce: “Have we met?” 

Spike: “You hit me with an axe one time. Remember? Uh, ‘Get the hell away from my daughter!’” 

Buffy: “I think we should get a second opinion.”

Joyce: “Well, we need a first opinion first, honey.”

“I think what my daughter’s trying to say is: ‘Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!’”