Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season 5

Joyce:
I think we're just about ready for pie.

Xander:
And then I'll be pretty much ready for barf.

Buffy:
Xander!

Dawn:
Gross.

Xander:
You know, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good and too much goodness.

Joyce:
I'm taking it as a compliment.

Giles:
Yes, everything was delicious.

Anya:
Yes. I'm going to barf, too.

Joyce:
Everyone's so sweet.

Xander:
How you doin' there, Will? Are you in the vomit club, too?

Willow:
[groans] I had too much nog.

Tara:
Oh, baby. Want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I... uh, s-stop explaining things.

Dawn:
My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it.

Willow:
That's... bad.

Xander:
Yeah! Now Santa's gonna pass you right by! Naughty boozehound.

Willow:
Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off. Could be the big honkin' menorah.

...

Anya:
I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus.

Xander:
The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop.

Tara:
There's a Santa Claus?

Anya:
Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney - all true.

Dawn:
All true?

Anya:
Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise...

Tara:
The reindeer part was nice.