Giles: "We'll find that out when they... arrive. Could be very important."
Buffy: "Arrive? They're coming here? Now? W-why do they have to come here?"
Xander: "Yeah, don't they have phones? 'Allo, Buffy, here's some stuff we know, pip, pip'."
Buffy: "Yeah! Phones. See I'd like them on phones."
Tara: "Well, what's so bad about them coming here? Aren't they good guys? I mean, Watchers, that's just like other Gileses, right?"
Buffy: "Yeah, they're scary and horrible!"
Anya: "Kill the current demons, right? Current demons."
Buffy: "GIles, I don't want them to come here. I don't trust them. Make them not come here."
Buffy: "Honestly, I really can't handle almost being killed right now."
Anya: "I don't like the sound of this. They don't sound very ex-demon-compatable."
Tara: "Are you sure they're English? I-I thought English people were, um, gentler, then, uh, normal..."
Buffy: "They're gonna screw everything up. I-it's a delicate time right now. I-I have to take care of Dawn, and-"
Xander: "But that's not new, you've always taken care of her."
Buffy: "She was listening."
Willow: "Does it matter? I mean, is she really gonna set the junior high school buzzing with 'ooh, there's a delegation a-coming'?"
Mailman: "I know you're all always looking at me. I can tell. Always tell. I can see. I, my hat, where's my hat?"
Jinx: "All you need is the key."
Glory: "Yes, and I bet Mousy the Vampire Slayer has an idea where it is."
Watcher: "There are some very potent elements here... focusing crystals, runic artifacts, an amulet of Cauldis... Also this statue. Its removal from Burma is a criminal offense... and when triggered, it has the power to melt human eyeballs."
Giles: "In that case, I severly underpriced it."
Anya: "Hey! Giles, what are they doing? Customers! Please bring your money back."
Anya: "Council? You're the Council? Welcome to our store. We're closed now. I'll be in the back."
Giles: "What review, Quniton? Let's just stop a moment and talk about this."
Travers: "Miss, excuse, me, you, uh, you work here?"
Anya: "Yes I do. Ever since I moved here from southeastern Indiana, where I was raised by both a mother and a father."
Giles: "Anya, just go. You don't have to talk to him."
Giles: "You all stand around and look somber. Good job."
Professor: "Now, Rasputin was associated with a certain obscure religious sect. They held the tenet that in order to be forgiven, one first had to sin. Rasputin embraced this doctrine and proceeded to sin impressibely and repeatedly. The notion that he was in fact evil gained strength years later when the conspirators who set out to kill him found it nearly impossible to do so."
Buffy: "Nearly impossible?"
Professor: "I'm sorry, there's a question? Miss Summers, of course."
Buffy: "I, uh, about, you know, killing him... you know, they, they poisoned him and, and they beat him and they shot him, and he didn't die."
Professor: "Until they rolled his body in a carpet and drowned him in a canal."
Buffy: "But there are reported sightings of him as late as the 1930s, aren't there?"
Professor: "I can assure you there is near consensus in the academic community regarding the death of Rasputin."
Buffy: "There was also near consensus about Columbus, you know, until somebody asked the Vikings what they were up to in the 1400s, and they're like, discovering this America-shaped continent. I just... I'm only saying, you know, it might be interesting, if we... came at it from, you know, a different perspective, that's all."
Professor: "Well, I'm sorry if you find these facts so boring, Miss Summers. Maybe you'd prefer I step aside, so that you can teach your own course. Speculation 101 perhaps? Into to Flights of Fancy?"
Buffy: "I only meant-"
Professor: "What was it you were going on about last week? Mysterious sleeping patterns of the Prussian generals? Now, some of us are here to learn. Believe it or not, we're interested in finding out what actually happened. It's called studying history. You can sit down now. Unless you have something else to add, professor?"
Spike: "You were about to be regrouped into separate piles. You needed help."
Buffy: "I didn't need you. I never need you, Spike."
Spike: "You keep making notches in the headboard but eventually they get up out of the bed and run off, don't they?"
Buffy: "You're disgusting."
Spike: "Oh, rough talk. Maybe that's your problem, maybe you push em away. Or is it the other? Maybe you cling too much. Or maybe... your beauty's fading. The stress of slaying, aging you prematurely. Things not as hight, not as firm."
Buffy: "You know what, Spike? The more I get to know you, the more I wish I didn't."
Spike: "Or maybe you just don't hold their intersest."
Buffy: "Bad day. Bad, baaad..."
Travers: "The Counil fights evil. The Slayer is the instrument by which we fight. The Council remains, the Slayers change. It's been that way from the beginning."
Giles: "Well, that's a very comforting, bloodless way of looking at it, isn't it?"
Glory: "Jinx... hey, what's the deal with your face?"
Jinx: "It's a message from Ben. He... isn't going to help>"
Glory: "Isn't go... isn't going to help?"
Glory: "Why won't he help? He knows her. He could go to her... he could talk to her... he could seduce her and bang the key out of her!"
Jinx: "He is quite attractive."
Glory: "Well, of course he's attractive! But he drives me insane. Know what I mean?"
Jinx: "He drives you insane?"
Glory: "Yeah! That's it exactly! Oh. Sweet lumpy minion. You're the only one that understands. Probably cause I haven't sucked your brain out yet."
Giles: "It's a power play, that's what it is. It's about who has the power."
Buffy: "I'm guessing they do? Big power outage in Buffy county?"
Anya: "Anya Chrisina Emanuella Jenkins, twenty years old. Born on the fourth of July, and don't think there weren't jokes about that my whole life, mister, cause there were. 'Who's are little patriot?' they'd say, when I was younger, and therefore smaller and shorter than I am now."
Philip: "So, you spell it A-N-Y-A, yes?"
Philip: "Fine, now we can get to the questions."
Tara: "O-o-our relationship?"
Willow: "We're friends."
Tara: "Good friends."
Willow: "Girlfriends, actually."
Tara: "Yes, we're girlfriends."
Willow: "We're in love. We're... lovers. We're lesbian, gay-type lovers."
Nigel: "I meant your relationship with the Slayer."
Tara: "Um, just good friends."
Philip: "Have you mastered any fighting disciplines over the years?"
Philip: "So, you have no special skills, or powers, or knowledge that you bring to the mix. Neither of you."
Anya: "Just enthusiasm for killing the demons. Go deadness for the demons."
Watcher: "But we understand that you help the Slayer."
Spike: "I pitch in when she pays me."
Watcher: "She pays you? She gives you money?"
Spike: "Money, a little nip of blood out of some stray victim, whatever."
Spike: "Well, if they're gonna die anyway. Come to think of it, though, that's a bit scandalous, isn't it? Personally, I'm shocked. The girl's slipping."
Watcher: "You've noticed a decline in her work?"
Spike: "Oh, yeah. See, the poor little twig can't keep a man. Get her all down. Few more disappointments, she'll be cryin on my shoulder, mark my words."
Watcher: "Is that what you want? I'd think you'd want to kill her. You've killed Slayers before."
Spike: "Heard of me, have you?"
Watcher: "I... wrote my thesis on you."
Spike: "Well, well. Isn't that neat. Tell me, pet, now we're such good friends, how's the Slayer doing? Is she okay? High marks in all categories?"
Travers: "How have you been training her?"
Giles: "I've trained her to win."
Buffy: "You know what? I'm gonna have to do it my way, guys."
Glory: "Buffy... If I wanted to fight, you could tell by the being dead already. So play nice, little girl."
Glory: "Because you may be tiny queen in vampire world... but to me, you'r a bug. You should get down on your knees and worhip me!"
Spike: "They didn't put a chip in your head, did they?"
Spike: "Be funny if they did."
Buffy: "Spike, I need an answer. Now. In or out? You're the only one strong enough to protect them."
Buffy: "I don't think I need to remind you, but-"
Spike: "Yeah, yeah, 'anything happens to em I'll stake you good and proper.' Sing me a new one sometime, eh? That bit's gone stale."
Joyce: "I, I love what you've, um, neglected to do with the place."
Spike: "Just don't break anything. And don't make a lot of noise. Passions is coming on."
Joyce: "Passions? Oh, do you think Timmy's really dead?"
Spike: "Oh! No, no, she can just sew him back together. He's a doll, for god's sake."
Joyce: "Uh, what about the wedding? I mean, there's no way they're gonna go through with that."
Buffy: "Uh... guys? A-any way we could... not do this?"
Buffy: "No review. No interrogation. No questions you know I can't answer. No hoops, no jumps - and no interruptions. See... I've had a lot of people talking at me the last few days. Everyone just lining up to tell me how unimportant I am. And I've finally figured out why. Power. I have it. They don't. This bothers them. Glory... came to my home today."
Giles: "Buffy, are you-"
Buffy: "Just to talk. She told me I'm a bug, I'm a flea, she could squash me in a second. Only she didn't. She came into my home, and we talked. We had what in her warped brain probably passes for a civilized conversation. Why? Because she needs somthing from me. Because I have power over her. You guys didn't come all the way from England to determine whether or not I was good enough to be let back in. You came to beg me to let you back in."
Watcher: "I, uh, I... don't want a sword thrown at me, but, but, civilians, I - we're talking about children."
Buffy: "We're talking about two very powerful witches and a thousand-year-old ex-demon."
Anya: "Willow's a demon?!"
Philip: "The boy? No power there."
Buffy: "The boy has clocked more field time than all of you combined. He's part of the unit."
Buffy: "Just tell me what kind of demon I'm fighting."
Travers: "Well, that's the thing, you see. Glory isn't a demon."
Buffy: "What is she?"
Travers: "She's a god."