Giles: Blast!
Buffy: You put it in neutral again, huh?
Giles: I'm just not used to this automatic transmission. I-I loathe this sitting here, not contributing... No, i-it's not working out.
Buffy: Giles, are you breaking up with your car?
Giles: Well, it did seduce me, all red and sporty.
Buffy: Little two-door tramp.
Buffy: Boy, you've really thought this through. How bored were you last year?
Giles: I watched Passions with Spike. Let us never speak of it.
[Buffy follows him out, laughing]
Giles: ...after a final battle, it's difficult to get any... well, the Slayer's not... she's rather...
Buffy: It's okay to use the D-word, Giles.
Giles: Dead. And hence not very forthcoming.
Buffy: Why didn't the Watchers keep fuller accounts of it? The journals just stop.
Giles: Well, I suppose if they're anything like me, they just find the whole subject too—
Buffy: Unseemly? Damn. Love ya, but you Watchers are such prigs sometimes.
Giles: Painful... I was going to say.
Giles: ...The resources that the Watchers Council has at their disposal... I mean, the Central Library alone is just...
Buffy: Don't talk about the books again. You get all... and sometimes there's drool.
Giles: Buffy, calm down. The scandal here is not anything you've done wrong, it's the way they're behaving. Holding what they know hostage with a gun pointed at my bleeding green card, no less. It's humiliating.
Buffy: Also smart. They picked the perfect thing. I can't lose you.
Giles: (softly) Thank you.
Buffy: Spike! Spike wants me, how obscene is that?
Giles: Well, it is very strange. I can't imagine what he's thinking. Uh, not, not that you're not, uh, attractive...
Giles: We are not your friends. We are not your way to Buffy. There is no way to Buffy. Clear out of here. And Spike... this thing? Get over it.
Spike: I don't know what you mean.
Giles: Yes. You do. Move the hell on.
Buffy: I don't know. To slay, to kill... It means being hard on the inside. Maybe being the perfect Slayer means being too hard to love at all. I already feel like I can hardly say the words.
Giles: Buffy...
Buffy: Giles... I love you. Love... love, love, love, love, Giles, it feels strange.
Giles: Well, I shouldn't wonder...
Buffy: We should have stayed. If we had, none of this would have happened.
Giles: Don't. What you did was necessary... what I've always admired.
Buffy: Running away?
Giles: Being able to place your heart above all else. I'm so proud of you. You've come so far. You're everything a Watcher... everything I... could have hoped for.
Giles: Can you move?
Ben: Need a ... a minute. She could've killed me.
Giles: No, she couldn't. Never. And sooner or later Glory will re-emerge and make Buffy pay for that mercy. And the world with her. Buffy even knows that, and still she couldn't take a human life. She's a hero, you see. She's not like us.
Ben: Us?
Buffy: (to Dawn) Tell Giles... tell Giles I figured it out. And... and I'm okay.