The Pack
B=Buffy, G=Giles, X=Xander, W=Willow, PF=Principal FlutieZ=Zookeeper
Z=Zookeeper
Pack Member: Do you ever wonder why nobody cool ever wants to hang out with you?
B: Just thankful.
W: It was like the Heimlich, with stripes.
X; I'm feeling that you're not in the field trip spirit here.
X: This is about *not* being in class.
B: You're right. Suddenly, the animals look shiny and new.
PF: I have had it up to here with you four. What are you doing?
Kyle: Nothing
PF: Did I ask you to speak? .... Okay, I guess I did.
X: Playing with him as a cat plays with a mouse.
W: They're obnoxious, professionally.
X: I'll handle it. This job doesn't require actual slaying.
Z: Are you blind, or just illiterate?
X: Why don't you pick on someone your own species?
B: Well, I'm not constantly monitoring his health, his moods, his blood pressure...
W: 130 over 80.
B: You got it bad, girl!
B: He makes my head go tingly.
W: Admit it, Angel pushes your buttons.
B: I suppose some girls might find him good-looking. If they have eyes. Okay, he's a honey!
X: You took a bath.
B: Yeah, I often do. I'm actually known for it.
B: And the weird behavior award goes to...
B: Oh, great, it's the winged monkeys.
G: You just run along to class, while I wait for the feeling to return to my arms.
Gyn Teacher: God, this game is brutal. I love it!
W: What are you going to do?
B: Gonna talk to the expert on weird.
G: It's devastating. He's turned into a sixteen-year-old boy. Of course you'll have to kill him.
G: Testosterone is a great equalizer. It turns all men into morons.
B: I can't believe that you, of all people, are trying to Scully me.
B: What are you going to do?
G: Get my books. Look stuff up.
PF: You're going to have so much detention, your grandchildren'll be staying after school.
W: Hyenas aren't well liked.
B: They do seem to be the schmoes of the animal kingdom.
W: Why couldn't he be possessed by a puppy, or some ducks?
X: I've been waiting for you to jump my bones.
X: Guess who just got mean.
B: I hit him.
W: With what?
B: A desk.
B: It's safe to say that in his animal state, his idea of wooing doesn't involve a Yanni CD and a bottle of chianti.
B: They ate Principal Flutie?
B: They're tough, but I think they're getting stupider.
B: Didn't your mom teach you? Don't play with your food.
X: Nobody messes with my Willow.
B: This is definitely the superior Xander. Accept no substitutes.
B: See you at lunch.
X: Hey, going vegetarian, huh?
G: I've been reading up on animal possession, and I cannot find anything anywhere about memory loss afterwards.
X: Did you tell them that?
G: Your secret dies with me.
X: Shoot me, stuff me, mount me.