“Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”

“Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained.
And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued.
Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.”

“Fight, flight, and screw up royaly.”

“Fighting for peace, is like f***ing for chastity”

“Woman is […] — finally screwing and your groin and buttocks and thighs ache like hell and you're all wet and maybe bloody and it wasn't like a Hollywood movie at all but jesus at least you're not a virgin any more but is this what it's all about?—And meanwhile he's asking, "Did you come?"”

“I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.”

“Most people have two emergency modes. Fight and Flight. But Conner always knew he had three. Fight, Flight, and Screw Up Royally.”

“It may well be that fighting is normal, like having something to eat. Peace, on the other hand, is a luxury.”

“How many psychiatrists does it take to screw in a lightbulb?” “I don’t know. How many?” “Eight.” “Why?” “Oh, stop overanalyzing it.”

“What?! Now he realizes?! Oh—screw everything about this! I'm sorry; I can't take another minute of this dreadful thing!”