Xander (watching Buffy and Riley): I'm exhausted just looking at those two. All the splashing and jumping and running... Shouldn't relaxing involve less exertion?
Anya: Absolutely. Exertion can lead to sweatiness.
Tara: Which can cause the pain and heartbreak of stinkiness. Better to just stay put.
Willow: I think we've just put our finger on why we're the sidekicks.
Xander: The, uh, fire's not cooperating. It's comforting to know that I lack the culinary finesse of a caveman.
Buffy: So lemme get this straight. You're... (in accent) "Dracula." The guy, the count.
Dracula: I am.
Buffy: And you're sure this isn't just some fanboy thing? Cause ... I've fought more than a couple of pimply overweight vamps that called themselves Lestat.
Xander: You don't wanna come back to my place?
Anya: It's whites day, remember? The bleach smell makes me nauseous. (Walks off)
Xander: Fine. I suppose Dracula doesn't use bleach, huh? He's a darks-only man.
Xander: "Blood"? Yes! Yes! I will serve you, your excellent spookiness. Or master. I'll just stick with master.
Dracula: You are strange and off-putting. Go now.
Giles: (after falling to the basement) Oh, good show, Giles. Uhh... at least you didn't get knocked out for a change. (Three female vampires crawl over him) Oh ... oh, ladies. You would ... be the three sisters, yes? E-excellent, right. Uh, I'd heard that you were myth ... obviously erroneous.
Dracula: You are resisting.
Buffy: Looks like.
Dracula: Come here. Come to me.
Buffy: You know, I really think the thrall has gone out of our relationship. But I want to thank you for opening up my eyes a little.
Dracula: What is this?
Buffy: My true nature. You want a taste?
Riley: Come on, come on. Grab my hand.
Giles: Thank God you came.
Riley: Come on!
Giles: There was no possible escape. Oh, my shoe. Silly me, I'll just pop-
Riley: No no no, sir! (pulls him up) No more chick pit for you. Come on.
Xander: Where is he?? Where's the creep that turned me into his spider-eating man-bitch?
Buffy: He's gone.
Xander: Dammit! You know what? I'm sick of this crap. I'm sick of being the guy who eats insects and gets the funny syphilis. As of this moment, it's over. I'm finished being everybody's butt-monkey!
Buffy: Check. No more butt-monkey.
Riley: It coulda been worse. At least you weren't making time with the dracu-babes like Giles here.
Giles: I was not making time! I, I was, uh, just about to kill those, uh, loathsome creatures when Riley interrupted me.
Riley; You were gonna nuzzle 'em to death?