Season 5
"No Place Like Home"
Anya: Your conjuring powder is grotesquely over-priced.
Giles: Anya....
Anya: I'm sorry. I'm nearly out of money. I've never had to afford things before and it's making me bitter.
Giles: The change is palpable. That stuff doesn't come cheap.
Anya: Well, you're getting ripped off. I could hook you up with the troll that sheds it.

Anya: You're out of crystal balls. Those babies are really popular with the amateurs. Better re-stock and raise the price 10%. Make it 15.
Giles: Anya...
Anya: Your cash register looks like squirrels nest in it.
Giles: Anya...
Anya: And the Hand of Glory packs some serious raw power. Better institute a seven-day background check for-
Giles: Anya! Would you like a job?
Anya: Okay.
Giles: Good. Then we can talk shop tomorrow.
Anya: Okay... boss.

"Family"
Anya: But we just helped her move the stuff in a few days ago... and it was fun!
Giles: People help each other out, Anya. It's one of our strange customs.

Anya: Thank you for coming. We value your patronage. Please come again for more purchases!
Giles: Could we please be a little less effusive, Anya? Don't want to frighten the people.
Anya: I'm just so excited. They come in, I help them... they give us money in exchange for goods... you give me money for working for you... I have a place in the world now. I'm part of the system. I'm a working gal.
Giles: Yes. Well, why don't you start organizing the shipping orders.
Anya: Oh, no, that's boring. I just want to do the money parts.

"Shadow"
Giles: All that aside, I should think you'd be pleased to avoid the confrontation.
Anya: That's what I've been saying. I mean, I for one didn't want to start my day with a slaughter. Which really just goes to show how much I've grown!

Anya: Hey. Hey! HEY! HEY!!
Giles: Anya, your heys are startling the customers.

Anya: Are you stupid or something?
Giles: Allow me to answer that question with a firing.

Giles: Anya, Buffy doesn't need to hear about your... clumsiness right now.
Anya: My clumsiness?! I mean, that is so- ...like ... me. Slippery, slippery ... butterfingers.

"Into the Woods"
Anya: I'm serious. Maybe we could do a... holiday promotion. One free with every purchase!
Giles: Oh, yeah. Dear holiday memories. Merry tykes by the fire, enjoying their new Christmas... chicken feet.

Anya: There's nothing wrong with my idea anyway. I've been very good for this store. If it wasn't for me, Giles would be a terrified old man staring at a quarterly tax statement and wetting himself.
Giles: I say, that's an exaggeration.

"Triangle"
Giles: Um, Anya, while, while I completely trust you uh, uh, to take care of the inventory and the money, um... dealing with people requires a certain, uh... finesse.
Anya: I have finesse! I have finesse coming out of my bottom! I can completely lie to the health inspector. I can, you know, distract him with coy smiles, and, and bribe him with money and goods.

"Blood Ties"
Anya: Oh, there are thousands of demon dimensions. All different--
Giles (finishing her thought): All pushing on the edges of our reality, trying to find a way in.

"Tough Love"
Anya: Yes. I've recently come to realize there's more to me than just being human. I'm also an American.
Giles: Yes, I suppose you are, in a manner of speaking. You were born here... your mortal self.
Anya: Well, that's right, foreigner. So I've been reading a lot about the good ol' U.S of A, embracing the extraordinarily precious ideology that's helped to shape and define it.
Willow: Democracy?
Anya: Capitalism. The free market depends on the profitable exchange of goods for currency. It's a system of symbiotic beauty apparently lost on these old people. Look at 'em. Perusing the shelves. Undressing the merchandise with their eyeballs all ogle, no cash. It's not just annoying, it's unAmerican.
Giles: Appalling. Almost as if they no longer think money can buy happiness.
Anya: Totally unAmerican. Oh, and you know what else is unAmerican? French people.

Giles: It's dreadful.
Anya: It's like communism.

"Spiral"
Anya: We should drop a piano on her. Well, it always works for that creepy cartoon rabbit when he's running from that nice man with the speech impediment.
Giles: Yes, or perhaps we could paint a convincing tunnel on the side of a mountain.