Gl: Guys! I'm not gonna kill you. ...Not in the mood? What do you think that's about?
Mn2: In mercy does your power lie?
Gl: No, brainless! In torture, death, and chaos does my power lie! So, tell me, why am I not popping your head like a zit right now?

S: The better part of a century spent in delinquency just paid off: I hotwired Ben's auto. Who's for getting the hell out of here?

W: We should move her... unless we shouldn't... should we?
A: Couldn't that make it worse? I think I read that somewhere.
X: I am so large with not-knowing.

S: You waste time with kid gloves. I'm willing to wager, when all is said and done, Buffy likes it rough.

W: *Separate.* < they fly apart > Buffy's out. Glory has Dawn. Sometime real soon she's gonna use Dawn to tear down the barriers between every dimension there is. So if you two want to fight, you do it after the world ends. O.k.?

W: Try anything stupid, like payback, and I will get _very_ cranky. Everyone clear?

S: Will? Don't turn me into a horned toad for asking, but what if we come across Ben?

S: Is everyone here very stoned?

S: Ben. Glory. He's a doctor, she's The Beast. Two entirely separate entities sharing one body. It's like a bloody sitcom. Surely you remember?

G: Excellent. Now: do we suspect that there's some kind of connection between Ben and Glory?

Gl: You know? Recapture your godhood and unleash Armageddon, and all of a sudden everyone wants to be a part of the inner circle.

D: _Don't._
Gl: Don't what?
D: _Don't call me "Dawnie"._

X: How're you doing?
G: It only hurts when I answer pointless questions.

S: I know this bloke -- well, not so much a 'bloke', so much as 'demon' -- but still, bookish. All tuned into the nastier corners of this, our magic world. It's a bit of last resort, really, but still, we might persuade him to suss out Glory's game plan. Sound worthy?

X: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Ben? _At Glory's_?... You mean all this time he's been subletting from her?!?
S: This is gonna be worth it.
< *dope-smack* >
S&X: *Ow!*
S: Last time, from the top....

W: Hey! I know you! You're the first, original Slayer, who tried killing us all in our dreams! ... How've you been?

Gl: Funny. 'Cuz I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of, and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest train out. Who's not crazy? Look around: everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up... shooting each other... or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. I'm crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the Kingdom of the Blind. 'Cuz at least I admit the world makes me nuts.

Bn: Where is it?
D: Where's what?
Bn: All the blood. I can feel it, still warm, wet. Glory. Oh, god, she slaughtered hundreds of men... I can feel them... breaking...

Bn: How could she do this?
D: I don't know, but we have get out of here and find Buffy bef...
Bn: No. I mean I have a job. I have a life. And Glory? She never once thinks about me in all this!

BabyB: Do you like dolls?
W: No, and I think we already deja-ed this vu.
BabyB: < laughs > You talk funny.
W: Yes. As you'll tell me again when we're older and in chem class.

X: Hey! Ben's Glory!
DB: Who's what?
S: Look at this -- Special Ed remembers!

DB: Glory... Glory... Oh! You don't mean Glorificus? Gosh, what do want to get yourselves mixed up with her for? That's a sure way to get yourselves killed. I hear she's awfully unpleasant.

Gl: O.K., first thought. Just totally spontaneous, unfiltered, off the top of my head : *Ow*!

GL: You probably think I won't waste any precious blood of yours tonight. You're right. But I know a thousand ways to hurt you that won't spill a drop.

Bn: Do you ever stop talking? I don't know which is worse: waking up in a dress not knowing where I've been, or having to hear all your self-involved ranting!

W: I think Spike was right back at the gas station... Snap out of it!

Credit: The Sunnydale Slayers