Tara: “Five-by-five? Five what by five what?”

Willow: “See, that’s the thing. No one knows.”

Tara: “What would you call… that one.”

Willow: “Let’s see. A huge flaming meteor about to crash into something!”

Giles: “Well, then, it would appear that the world is not being invaded.”

Tara: “I’m pretty pleased about that.”

Willow: “I am a wiz.”

Tara: “She is a wiz.”

Willow: “If ever a wiz there was.”

“You think you know what’s to come, what you are. You haven’t even begun.”