Snyder: Buffy Summers. If there's trouble, she's behind it.
Buffy: You stupid little troll. You have no idea!
Snyder: Attitude problem. Serious.
Officer: All units, we have a fugitive on foot at the high school. Homicide suspect. Female, blond, approximately sixteen years old. Suspect is very dangerous.
Buffy: Okay. That was about equal parts protecting me and copping a feel, right?
Buffy: You okay?
Cordelia: I ran. I think I made it through three countries before I realized nobody was chasing me. Not too brave.
Buffy: It was the right thing to do.
Giles: What do you want?
Angelus: I wanna torture you. I used to love it, and it's been a long time. I mean, the last time I tortured somebody, they didn't even have chainsaws. Oh, yeah. Acathla. He's an even harder guy to wake up than you are. I mean, I performed the rituals, said all the right phrases... blood on my hands. Got nothing. Big doughnut hole for my troubles. I figure you know the ritual. You're pretty up on these things. You could probably... tell me what I'm doing wrong. But honestly, I sorta hope you don't... Cause I really wanna torture you.
Buffy: What are you doing here?
Whistler: I'm waiting for you.
Whistler: Cause I-I-I need a date to the prom.
Buffy: I have had a really bad day, okay? If you have information worth hearing, then I am grateful for it. If you're gonna crack jokes, then I'm gonna pull out your ribcage and wear it as a hat.
Whistler: Hello, to the imagery! Very nice.
Whistler: Now, what are you gonna do? W-what are you prepared to do?
Buffy: Whatever I have to.
Whistler: Maybe I should ask, what are you prepared to give up?
Whistler: In the end, you're always by yourself. You're all you've got. That's the point.
Spike: Hello, cutie.
Spike: I told you. I want to stop Angel. I want to save the world.
Buffy: Okay. You do remember that you're a vampire, right?
Buffy: The whole earth my be sucked into Hell, and you want my help cause your girlfriend's a big ho? Well, let me take this opportunity to not care.
Spike: I can't fight them both alone, and neither can you!
Buffy: I hate you.
Spike: And I'm all you got.
Xander: Come on, Will. Look, you don't have a choice here. You gotta wake up. I need you, Will. I mean, how am I gonna pass trig, you know? And who am I gonna call every night... and talk about everything we did all day? You're my best friend. You've always... I love you. Willow?
Willow: Oz? Oz?
Willow: My head... feels big. Is it big?
Oz: No. It's head size.
Spike: What, your mum doesn't know?
Joyce: Know what?
Buffy: That I'm, uh... in a band. A-a rock band with Spike here.
Spike: Right. She plays the, triangle.
Spike: Drums, yeah. She's, uh, hell on the old skins, you know.
Joyce: Hmm. And, uh, what do you do?
Spike: Well, I sing.
Joyce: Buffy... what... is going on?
Buffy: Mom... I'm a Vampire Slayer.
Willow: Any luck finding Giles?
Buffy: Yep. I got a lucky break.
Buffy: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
Joyce: Have we met?
Spike: Um... you hit me with an ax one time. Remeber? Uh, 'get the hell away from my daughter'.
Joyce: Oh. So, do you, uh, live here in town?
Spike: There's no deal without Dru.
Buffy: She killed Kendra.
Spike: Dru bagged a Slayer? She didn't tell me! Hey, good for her! Though not from your perspective, I suppose.
Joyce: Honey, a-are you sure you're a Vampire Slayer?
Joyce: I-I mean, have you tried not being a Slayer?
Buffy: Mom! Be ready to back me up when I make my move. If Giles dies... she dies.
Joyce: It's because you didn't have a strong father figure, isn't it?
Buffy: It's just fate, Mom. I'm the Slayer. Accept it.
Joyce: Well, you're not gonna hurt them, are you?
Buffy: I'm a Slayer, not a postal worker.
Joyce: Don't you talk to me that way! You don't get to dump something like this on me and pretend it's nothing!
Buffy: I'm sorry, Mom, but I don't have time for this.
Joyce: No! I am tired of 'I don't have time' or-or 'you wouldn't understand'. I am your mother, and you will make time to explain yourself.
Buffy: I told you. I'm a Vampire Slayer.
Joyce: Well, I just don't accept that!
Buffy: Open your eyes, Mom. What do you think has been going on for the past two years? The fights, the weird occurrences. How many times have you washed blood out of my clothing, and you still haven't figured it out?
Joyce: Well, it stops now!
Buffy: No, it doesn't stop! I never stops! Do-do you think I chose to be like this? Do you have any idea how lonely it is, how dangerous? I would love to be upstairs watching TV or gossiping about boys or... God, even studying! But I have to save the world... again.
Joyce: No. This is insane. Buffy, you need help.
Buffy: I am not crazy! What I need is for you to chill. I have to go!
Joyce: No. I am not letting you out of this house.
Buffy: You can't stop me.
Joyce: Oh yes I... You walk out of this house, don't even think about coming back!
Willow: I'm okay.
Xander: You don't look okay. Does she?
Cordelia: You should listen to him. The hair, it's so flat, and the lips...
Xander: Could we stay on topic here, honey?
Xander: Look, it's not a good idea.
Willow: There's no use arguing with me. Do you see my resolve face? You've seen it before. You know what it means. This can help Buffy. If we turn Angel back soon enough, we can stop him from ever awakening Acathla.
Oz: Okay, I pretty much missed out on some stuff, didn't I? Because this is all making a kind of sense that's... not.
Angelus: Just tell me what I need to know.
Giles: In order... to be worthy...
Giles: You must perform the ritual... in a tutu. Pillock!
Angelus: All right. Someone get the chainsaw.
Spike: Now, now, don't let's lose our temper.
Angelus: Keep out of it, sit 'n' spin.
Spike: Look, you cut him up, you'll never get your answers.
Angelus: Since when did you become so levelheaded?
Spike: Right about the time you became so pig-headed. You have your way with him, you'll never get to destroy the world. And I don't fancy spending the next month trying to get librarian out of the carpet.
Buffy: You know I didn't do it. The police will figure it out.
Snyder: In case you haven't noticed, the police of Sunnydale are deeply stupid. It doesn't matter anyway. Whatever they find, you've proved too much of a liability for this school. These are the moments you want to savor. You wish time would stop so that you could live them over and over again. You're expelled.
Buffy: You never ever got a single date in high school, did you?
Snyder: Your point being?
Spike: Uh, Drusilla...
Spike: We are finished here, ducks.
Drusilla: Sorry. I was in the moment.
Whistler: You know, raiding an Englishman's fridge is like dating a nun. You're never gonna get the good stuff.
Buffy: Don't worry about me.
Whistler: It's all on the line here, kid.
Buffy: I can deal. I got nothing left to lose.
Whistler: Wrong, kid. You got one more thing.
Xander: Cavalry's here. Cavalry's a frightened guy with a rock, but it's here.
Xander: Now, that's a new look for you.
Buffy: It's a present for Angel.
Xander: Willow. Uh, she told me to tell you...
Buffy: Tell me what?
Xander: Kick his ass.
Willow: Are we ready?
Cordelia: Stinky herbs are a go.
Spike: I don't want to hurt you, baby. Doesn't mean I won't.
Giles: You're not real.
Xander: Sure, I'm real.
Giles: It's a trick. They get inside my head, make me see things I want.
Xander: Then why would they make you see me?
Giles: You're right. Let's go.
Angelus: My boy Acathla here is about to wake up. You're going to Hell.
Buffy: Save me a seat.
Spike: God, he's gonna kill her.
* shrugs *
Angelus: Now that's everything, huh? No weapons... No friends... No hope. Take all that away... and what's left?
Angel: What's happening?
Buffy: Shh. Don't worry about it. I love you.
Angel: I love you.
Buffy: Close your eyes.
Oz: But we know the world didn't end, cause... check it out.
Willow: I think the spell worked. I felt something go through me.
Cordelia: Plus the Orb did that cool glow thing.
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