Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 5

Giles:
A fourteen-year-old is too old to be babysat, it's not fair to her.

Buffy:
What'd she make you do?

Giles:
Well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance, and we ate cookie dough and talked about boys.

Buffy:
[laughs] Oh, I'm sorry. I'm very, very sorry, but if it makes you feel any better, my fun-time Buffy party night involved watching a robot throw Spike through a window. So if you wanna trade... No wait, I wouldn't give that memory up for anything.

Giles:
Robot? Sounds interesting.

Buffy:
We're gonna work on it in the morning, I mean, unless you want to stay for a while, and then you and I could-

Joyce:
Who wants to hear everything?

Buffy:
...listen to my Mom talk about boys.

Giles:
Right. Must go. See you tomorrow. Bye Joyce.

Joyce:
Bye Rupert.

Joyce:
[recounting her date with Brian] Gosh, I'd forgotten how much fun dating can be.

Buffy:
I dunno, I was standing right here. I didn't see Prince Charming. I didn't even see a goodnight kiss. It all looked pretty tame to me.

Joyce:
Well, I suppose by your standards it would seem pretty... Oh, dear.

Buffy:
What?

Joyce:
I left my bra in his car.

Buffy:
[appalled] Mother!

Joyce:
I'm joking.

Buffy:
Good God, that's horrible. Don't do that.

Joyce:
[playfully] I left it in the restaurant.

Buffy:
[running upstairs, hands over her ears] No more! No more! No more!

Joyce:
[calling upstairs] On the dessert cart!

Buffy:
[faintly, off screen] I can't hear you!