- [no one can speak; all written or mimed]
- Rupert Giles: Who are the Gentlemen? They are fairy tale monsters. What do they want?
- [Willow points at her chest]
- Xander Harris: [cups hands at his chest and mouths] Boobies?
- Rupert Giles: Hearts. They come to a town. They steal all the voices so no one can scream. Then...
- [Giles shows drawings of Gentlemen ripping out the heart from a person in bed]
- Rupert Giles: They need seven. They have at least two.
- Xander Harris: How do we kill them?
- [Buffy mimes stabbing, but looks more like masturbating; Giles, Willow and Xander look at Buffy with disturbed faces; Buffy mimes again with a stake; they all look relieved]
- Rupert Giles: In the tales, no sword can kill them.
- Little Girl: [sing-song] Can't even shout, can't even cry / The gentlemen are coming by / Looking in windows, knocking on doors / They need to take seven and they might take yours / Can't call to mom, Can't say a word / You're gonna die a-screaming but you won't be heard.
- Rupert Giles: Um... I need you to take Spike for a few days.
- Xander Harris: What?
- Spike: What?
- Anya: What?
- Spike: I'm not stayin' with him.
- Rupert Giles: I have a friend who's coming to town, and I'd like us to be alone.
- Anya: Oh, you mean an orgasm friend?
- Rupert Giles: Yes, that's exactly the most appalling thing you could've said.
- Spike: We're out of Weetabix
- Rupert Giles: We are out of Weetabix because you ate it all... again.
- Spike: Get some more.
- Rupert Giles: I thought vampires were supposed to eat blood.
- Spike: Yeah, well, sometimes I like to crumble up the Weetabix in the blood. Give it a little texture.
- Rupert Giles: Since the picture you just painted means that I will never touch food of any kind again, you'll just have to pick it up yourself.
- Spike: Sissy.
- Spike: I don't see why I have to be tied up.
- Xander Harris: It's just while I'm sleeping.
- Spike: Like I'd bite you, anyway.
- Xander Harris: Oh, you would.
- Spike: Not bloody likely.
- Xander Harris: I happen to be very biteable, pal. I'm moist and delicious.
- Spike: All right, yeah, fine. You're a nummy treat.
- Xander Harris: And don't you forget it.
- Xander Harris: If you don't know how I feel about...
- Anya: I don't... This isn't a relationship. You don't need me. All you care about is lots of orgasms.
- Spike: Okay, remember how we talked about private conversations? How they're less private when they're in front of my friends?
- Spike: Oh, we're not your friends. Go on.
- Rupert Giles: Please don't.
- Olivia: All the time you used to talk to me about witchcraft and darkness and the like... I just thought you were being pretentious.
- Rupert Giles: Oh, I was... I was also right.
- Olivia: So everything you told me was true?
- Rupert Giles: Well, no. Um, I wasn't actually one of the original members of Pink Floyd, but... about the monster stuff, yes.
- Riley Finn: So, what have you got going on tonight?
- Buffy Summers: Oh, patrolling.
- Riley Finn: Patrolling?
- Buffy Summers: Uh, petroleum.
- Riley Finn: Petroleum?
- Buffy Summers: Uh-huh.
- Riley Finn: Tonight you have crude oil?
- Buffy Summers: A-A-And homework.
- Xander Harris: He's not roaming around. If he stays with me, he's gonna get tied up again.
- Anya: What about us, our romantic evening?
- Spike: I'm not having these two shag while I'm tied to a chair three feet away.
- Xander Harris: That's not exactly one of my fantasies, either.
- Forrest Gates: This is the burden we bear, brother. We have a gig that would inevitably cause any girl living to think we are cool upon cool. Yet, we must Clark Kent our way through the dating scene, never to use our unfair advantage. Thank God we're pretty.
- Willow Rosenberg: Talk! All talk. Blah blah, Gaia. Blah blah, moon. Menstrual lifeforce power thingy. You know, after a couple sessions, I was hoping we would get into something real but...
- Buffy Summers: No actual witches in your witch group.
- Willow Rosenberg: No. Bunch of wannablessedbes.
- Buffy Summers: You know...
- Willow Rosenberg: Nowadays, every girl with a henna tattoo and a spice rack thinks she's a sister to the dark ones.
- Xander Harris: Well, how could you say I'm using you?
- Anya: You don't care about what I think. You don't ask about my day.
- Xander Harris: You really did turn into a real girl, didn't ya?
- Anya: See? And you make jokes during my pain. You don't care about me at all.
- [last lines]
- Riley Finn: Hi...
- Buffy Summers: Hi...
- Riley Finn: Well... I guess we have to talk...
- Buffy Summers: I guess we do...
- [first lines]
- Professor Maggie Walsh: So this is what it is. Talking about communication. Talking about language. Not the same thing. It's about inspiration, not the idea, but the moment before the idea, when it's total. When it blossoms in you mind and connects to everything. It's about the thoughts and experiences that we don't have a word for.