S: OK, these two are dead. Why?
R: 'Cause the black chick always gets it first?

B: Rona, what did your instincts tell you to do just then?
R: Block his attack, keep him off balance, gain the advantage...?
B: No, they didn't.
R: They told me to run.

B: Vi?
V: They told me to run. They're still sort of telling me to run.

R: That's hot.
M: So, we're supposed to, like, make out with them or something?

B: As best we can tell, he‹or precisely "it"‹was putting a lot of stock in that UberVamp thing, the Chaka Khan.
D: Turok-Han?

B: (on the phone) Xander, I know. I'm sorry‹If you're gonna take a shower at my house, lock the door. Of course they're curious.

Am: Do people ever think you're weird?
B: Um, I guess. Sure, in a charming, endearing, loveable... Yeah.

B: Sometimes that's how people relate. Being mean to each other. Even mortal enemies. Then with the...And that leads to no good, absolutely no good. And much confusion. And then it's over. Absolutely, seriously, definitely over. And that's confusing too. The over part. Which it is. Over! So, maybe.

B: Oh, look everybody. It's Willow. Perhaps with a blunt weapon of some sort.

X: Wait, the seers couldn't find out her name or, like, her address or anything? Am I getting the definition of "seer" wrong?

M: Halt!
D: OK, see, that's why we don't point the weapons in the kitchen.
V: It's not loaded.
D: That's always the lead quote under the headline "Household Crossbow Accident Claims Teen".

R: Gotta go with the stake. It's classic. I like the feel of wood in my hand.
K: Lost me there.

Aw: But I'm reformed. I'm like Vegeta on Dragonball Z. I used to be a pure Sayan, and now I fight for the side of Goku.
B: Still not coming.

D: Could be anybody. Could be that glamazon in gym class, what's her name? Oh, my lab partner, Margot, the freak. Boy, I hope not, because she totally fainted right in the middle of our fetal pig dissection. Somehow I just don't think she's cut out for the slayage biz.
Aw: Killing pigs is just so wrong. And also hard.

W: The smell will lead us to the potential.
X: Or some poor soul who ate too many chimichangas.

A: Wow, it's like one second you were this klutzy teenager with fake memories and a history of kleptomania, and then‹then suddenly you're a hero, a hero with a much abbreviated lifespan.

A: Well, it's a lot like being the Pope in that way, except you don't have to be some old Catholic.

D: What if they saw the spell?
X: Saw the spell? Dawn, they can't see flashcards. Big ones.

Aw: Are we gonna replace the microwave? 'Cause I was thinking some Orville Redenbacher with fresh butter flavor....What's going on?
A: Dawn's gonna be a slayer.
Aw: Holy crap! Excuse me. Plucked from an ordinary life, handed a destiny...
X: Say Skywalker, and I smack ya.

W: It's not like that. It's like, she's part of this huge power. I know what that feels like. It feels wonderful.
Aw: Yes, Willow so captured it. It's like‹well, it's almost like this metaphor for womanhood, isn't it? The sort of flowering that happens when a girl realizes that she's part of a fertile heritage stretching back to Eve, and...
X: I'll pay you to talk about Star Wars again.

V: It's a demon bar. It's like a gay bar, only with demons.

K: You don't drink?
B: Sure I do. I mean, no. That would be wrong.
V: Do they card?
B: Nope, go ahead. Down all the yak urine shots or pigs blood spritzers you like.

C: Oh, my God! It is so good to see you! I saw this great show on the History Channel the other night that I knew you would love, and then something went all flooey with my TiVo.

K: You think she dated him too?

V: I could use a shot of that yak urine right about now.

Am: So, I was thinking... we don't have to kill the vampire, do we?
D: What?
Am: Just suppose he got out and was maybe like encouraged toward the gym while the marching band was playing because the way they look down on the Swing Choir. It might be, you know, funny. I'm just saying.

M: Where'd you live?
S: What, you mean before? A crypt actually, but nicer. A bit more...I don't know if posh is the right word, but it was more like...
B: Comfy.
K: Excuse me? When did you find it comfy?
B: Moving on.

R: I'm sure the vampire thought we were like, what, four helpless girls. And then Vi...Vi actually yells, "We're just four helpless girls."
V: That was part of my plan.

D: What's up?
X: Aw, I'm just thinking about the girls. It's a harsh gig, being a potential. Just being picked out of a crowd, danger, destiny, plus if you act now, death.
D: They can handle it.
X: Yeah. They're special, no doubt. The amazing thing is, not one of them will ever know, not even Buffy.
D: Know what?
X: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
D: No way. They've got...
X: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows.
D: Well, you had that sexy army training for a while, and‹and the windows really did need fixing.
X: I saw what you did last night.
D: Yeah, I...I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the slayer.
X: You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren't, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment's pause. You gave her your power.
D: The power wasn't mine.
X: They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn't chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You're not special. You're extraordinary. *kisses her on the forehead*
D: Maybe that's your power.
X: What?
D: Seeing. Knowing.
X: Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape.
D: Cape is good.
X: Yeah.

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