Shippers are loyal, supporting their ship through thick and thin. Sometimes, one half of a ship does something truly unforgivable. Yet, we inexplicably find ourselves forgiving as we hope and pray for a reconciliation.
Buffy: You got a problem? Faith: I'm five by five, here B. Living entirely large, actually wondering about your problem. Buffy: Well, I may not sleep in the nude and wrestle alligators... Faith: Maybe it's time you started because obviously something in your body needs uncorking. What is it, the Angel thing? Buffy: What do you know about Angel? Faith: Just what your friends tell me. Big love, big loss. You had to deal and move on, but you’re not. Buffy: I got an idea. How about from now on we don’t hear from you on Angel or anything else ain my life, which by the way... is my life! Faith: Why are you getting so strung up, B? Buffy: Why are your lips still moving, F? Faith: Did I just hear a threat?
Cordelia: You'll be okay here. If you hang with me and mine, you'll be accepted in no time. Of course, we do have to test your coolness factor. You're from L.A., so you can skip the written. So let's see...vamp nail polish? Buffy: Over? Cordelia: So over. James Spader? Buffy: He needs to call me! Cordelia: Frappachinos? Buffy: Trendy but tasty. Cordelia: Josh Tesh. Buffy: The devil. Cordelia: That was pretty much a gimme, but you passed!