Buffy: Okay, I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming whatever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and... maybe one day I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat--- or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then, that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done.
Angel: Any thoughts on who might enjoy... do I have to go with the cookie analogy?

R: For the record, our encounter didn't exactly change my world.
Faith: You're tripping! That was rock 'em, sock 'em!
R: Oh, no, no, no. It was nice enough, you know, and you're very... um, enthused, and I think with a little more experience--
Faith: Dude, I got mad skills.
R: Yeah, of course.

Xander: Smack-down on Red Riding Hood. This could get ugly.
Giles: Could it possibly get any uglier? I used to be a highly respected Watcher, and now I'm a wounded dwarf with the mystical strength of a doily.