I know Allyson will deathmatch you over As You Were (or at least, liked it a lot).
AYW did two important things for me: It featured the fantastic image of Buffy LEAPING over the counter to fight, and it was camp-tongue-in cheek send-up of squeaky clean annoying comic book heroes of yore.
I howl with laughter at the helicopter scene. It's so ridiculous, and it's meant to be.
I was also in this place:
Buffy is my favorite character. She was ripped out of heaven, came home to find two of her friends fucking in her dead mother's bed, the house falling apart, she was expected to be grateful and had to go get a shit job to support the fuckers who sat on their asses and wondered why she wasn't licking their toes in gratitude, and was a sickened, depressed, self-loathing lump fucking around with a scumbag who reveled in her self-denigration because it meant he could fuck her and tell her she was as worthless as he.
And I felt beaten with that, and I missed my girl, and then for twenty seconds she was Buffy, again. And Willow said, "I'm prepared to hate this woman...I'll hate her for both of us, then." And there was the friendship I missed, and the stupid monster of the week that I missed, and Buffy feeling like Buffy again for a brief minute. And that's all I had all season. A minute of my girl. And then she was back to Monotonous Mable, and not Bodacious Buffy. It went on too long, and there were too few moments to remind me that at the core, these were heroes, despite the pain they were feeling.
I really miss Buffy who at 16, beaten down by a different asswipe who tortured her friends, sword drawn and ready to kill her, when he taunted, "What's left?" she said, "Me." I miss her.