Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.
There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.
Eastlake High makes Buffy's hellmouth look like a crack in the sidewalk.
Like I'm going to pass up an opportunity to smack your cousin.
Should I assume the lure is a certain attractive young dead man?
I want you, Kaylee, like I’ve never wanted anything. Ever. I want the fire. I want the heat, and the light, and I want the burn.