Primeval
Adam: "Demons cling to old ways and ancient feuds. And they're hopeless with technology. Unworthy."
Riley: "Not really wanting a lecture right now."
Adam: "Disappointed by demonkind, we turn to humans. Smart, adaptive, but emotional and weak. Blind. There is imperfection everywhere. Something must be done. Who will deliver us? Mother. She creates me - demon strength, human will, high-grade titanium. Evolution through technology. I am the new standard for all living beings and our mother knew that. She saw our future, yours and mine. She saw that you are necessary. She saw the role you will play by my side. Stand up. You see, we are brothers, after all."
Spike: "Slightly stiffer than usual. It's subtle, but I like it. What's with him?"
Adam: "I activated his chip."
Spike: "So it's chips all round, is it? Someone must've bought the party-pack."
Spike: "She's separated from her friends. They want nothing to do with her. She's all alone."
Adam: "The witch?"
Spike: "Willow. Bout so high, perky, good with the math? Natural choice."
Adam: "Her friend."
Spike: "Right."
Adam: "One of the friends from whom you have so efficiently separated her."
Spike: "Damn right I did. Should'a seen em. They won't be talking to each other for a long, long - Hang on. I think I might have detected a small flaw -"
Anya: "You said you wanted to check the board at the unemployment office this morning."
* looks under the covers *
Anya: "You can't go this way. They won't even interview you if you're naked."
Anya: "Are you still upset about the fight you had with your friends? That was hours ago. Get over it."
Xander: "Anya - Forget it."
Anya: "So they all think you're a lost, directionless loser with no plan for his future. Pfff."
Xander: "Anya, you can't pfff that stuff away."
Anya: "Why not?"
Xander: "I don't know, cause I think maybe they're right."
Riley: "Forrest... No. Oh, God."
Forrest: "God has nothing to do with it."
Spike: "Look at little Nancy Drew... What about those disks I nabbed? They oughta tell you something."
Buffy: "The disks? Oh, I - Willow has them."
Spike: "Well, I'd get on that. Can't ignore valuable information just cause you two birds fell out, can you?"
Buffy: "Right..."
Spike: "Course, you do what you want. No worry of mine, now is it?"
Willow: "It must be programmed to self-decrypt at a certain point. That's so annoying. It's like someone blurting out the answer to a riddle just when you - I mean - yippie! - we have the information."
Buffy: "Will - who told you we were talking behind your back. Specifically?"
Willow: "I - well - Spike - specifically. But -"
Buffy: "And who told you we thought you'd be better off joining the army?"
Xander: "That's not... exactly what he said."
Giles: "You know, Spike can be quite convincing when he -- I'm very stupid."
Buffy: "He played us. He wanted us to fight. To split us up."
Willow: "So - why do you think Spike made with the head games?"
Xander: "He's all dressed up with no one to bite? He's got to get his yaya's somehow."
Buffy: "I think it's more than that. I think it's Adam."
Xander: "Spike is working for Adam?! After all we've done for - No good. I can't even act surprised."
Giles: "The Trojan horse."
Buffy: "The demons are going to attack the Initiative from inside."
Xander: "Demons versus soldiers... Massacre massacre..."
Willow: "...and Adam gets neat piles of parts to start building his army. Diabolical yet gross."
Xander: "Does anybody else miss the Mayor? 'I just want to be a big snake'."
Xander: "Okay, I'm confused again. Adam has this evil plan, why's he so anxious for you to know about it?"
Buffy: "Oh, he wants me down there. Probably figures I'll even out the kill ratio."
Xander: "He's not worried you might kill, oh, say, him?"
Buffy: "He's really not."
Buffy: "According to Riley, Adam's power source comes from a uranium core embedded somewhere inside his chest. Probably near the spine."
Xander: "Great. So we just ask him to lie down quietly while we do some exploratory surgery."
Willow: "What about magic? Some kind of... I don't know, uranium extracting spell. I know. I'm reaching."
Giles: "Perhaps a paralyzing spell. But I'm afraid I can't do the incantation for one of those -"
Willow: "Right. Don't you have to speak it in Sumerian or something?"
Giles: "I do speak Sumerian. The difficulty is, only an experienced witch can incant it - and you have to be within striking distance of the subject."
Xander: "See what you get for taking Spanish instead of Sumerian?"
Buffy: "What was I thinking?"
Xander: "So - no problem. All we need is a combo Buffy with slayer strength, Giles' multi-lingual know-how and Willow's witchy power. Yeah, don't tell me, I'm just full of helpful suggestions."
Giles: "As a matter of fact, Xander, you are."
Xander: "I'm full of that good old Kamikaze spirit."
Giles: "Xander. Just because this can never work is no reason to be negative."
Buffy: "How you doing?"
Willow: "Super. What was I thinking, using stairs all this time?"
Buffy: "Xander!"
Willow: "Xander! Wonderful Xander!"
Buffy: "Xander - you know we love you, right?"
Willow: "We do. Totally."
Xander: "Oh god. We're gonna die, aren't we?"
Willow: "No - we just missed you."
* Buffy and Willow hug Xander *
Xander: "Giles, hurry up! You definitely want to get down here for this."
Adam: "You failed me again."
Spike: "That's one way of looking at it."
McNamara: "You think you and your friends can just keep waltzing into a government installation, brandishing weapons like, like -"
Willow: "It's a gourd."
Giles: "Magic gourd."
McNamara: "What kind of freaks are you people?"
McNamara: "Every inch of this installation is under constant, twenty-four hour surveillance."
Willow: "Including the secret lab."
McNamara: "Including everything! What secret lab?"
McNamara: "You telling me my business?"
Buffy: "This isn't your buisness. It's mine. You, the Initiative, the boys at the Pentagon... You're in way over your heads. Messing with primeval forces you've got no comprehension of."
McNamara: "And you do."
Buffy: "I'm the Slayer. You're playing on my turf."
Adam: "This will be interesting."
Xander: "Anybody else getting that warm, sitting duck feeling?"
Buffy: "Giles - this place okay to be Magic Central?"
Giles: "It... should do."
Willow: "Long as we don't get all blowed up or nothin."
Xander: "And what are the odds of that?"
Xander: "Buffy, I still don't like you doing in alone."
Buffy: "I won't be."
Buffy: "Riley? What is this? Why won't you talk to me?"
Adam: "He can't. He's not programmed to."
Willow: "Spiritus... The Spirit..."
Xander: "Amimus... Heart..."
Giles: "Sophus... Mind..."
Willow: "And Manus. The Hand... We enjoin that we may inhabit the vessel - the hand - daughter of Sineya, First of the Ones."
Willow: "We implore thee: Admit us, bring us to the vessel! Take us now!"
Adam: "You can't last much longer."
Buffy: "We can. We are forever. Sha me-en-dan. Gesh-toog me-en-dan. Zee me-en-den. Oo-khush-ta me-ool-lee-a ba-ab-tum-mu-do-en (We are heart. We are mind. We are spirit. From the raging story, we bring the power of the Primeval One)."
Adam: "Interesting."
Adam: "How... can you...?"
Buffy: "You could never hope to grasp the source of our power... But yours is right here."
Spike: "Whew. Nasty sort of fellow. Lucky for you blighters I was here, eh?"
Giles: "Well, yes. Thank you. But your heroism is slightly muted by the fact that you were helping Adam start a war that would kill us all."
Xander: "You probably just saved us so we wouldn't stake you right here!"
Spike: "Well, yeah. Did it work?... Well then everything is all right and we all get to be not staked through the heart. Good work, team."
Ward: "This was an experiment. The Initiative represented the government's interest in not only controlling the Otherworldly Menace, but in harnessing its power for our own military purposes. It is the considered opinion of this council that the experiment has failed. Once the prototype took control of the complex our soldiers suffered a forty percent casualty rate, and it seems that it was only through the actions of a deserter... and a group of civilian insurrectionsts that our losses were not total. I trust the irony of that is not lost on any of us. Maggie Walsh's vision was brilliant, but ultimately insupportable. The demons cannot be harnessed, cannot be controlled. It is therefore our recommendation that this project be terminated, and all records concerning it expunged. The soldiers will be debriefed, standard confidentiality clause. Civilians will be monitored, and we have the usual measures prepared should they try to go public. We don't think they will. The Initiative itself will be filled in with concrete. Burn it down, gentlemen. Burn it down and salt the earth."