Willow: So, you two were sweeties in fifth grade? Buffy: Not even! Ford wouldn't give me the time of day. Ford: Well, I was a manly sixth grader. Couldn't be bothered with someone that young. Buffy: It was terrible. I moped over you for months. Sitting in my room, listening to that Divnyls song, "I Touch Myself.” [She looks shocked] Buffy: Of course, I had no idea what it was about.
Drusilla: My dear boy has gone all the way, hasn’t he? To her. Angel: Who? Drusilla: The girl. The Slayer. Your heart stinks of her. Poor little thing, she has no idea what’s in store. Angel: This can’t go on, Drusilla. It’s got to end. Drusilla: Oh no, my pet. This is just the beginning. [She walks away]