“...Doc's idea of "clarifyin' a point of contention" came awful close to spitting in a man's eye.”
“What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?”
“There, close enough to spit on--if I'd been a barbarian and inclined to spit--was the dragon.”
“((Doc is getting ready to do a Pap-smear on Reece))"Looks healthy," Doc commented."Good, because it hasn't been getting any exercise in quite a while." When she heard Willow smother a laugh, Reece just closed her eyes. She had to remember some old saying about being careful of thoughts. They become words.”
“The only thing I envy about a cat is its purr," remarked Dr. Blythe once, listening to Doc's resonant melody. "It is the most contented sound in the world.”
“Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency”