Buffy: "Hey, Mom. Ooh."
Thank you for a lovely evening. See you soon? Brian.
Buffy: "Still a couple of guys gettin it right. Hey. Flower-gettin lady. Want me to pick Dawn up from school? Mom? What are you doing? Mom? Mom? Mommy?"
Willow: "I had too much nog."
Tara: "Oh, baby, want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I... stop explaining things."
Dawn: "My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it."
Xander: "Yeah, now Santa's gonna pass you right by, naughty booze hound."
Anya: "No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus."
Xander: "The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop."
Tara: "There's a Santa Claus?"
Anya: "Mm-hmmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. He wasn't always called Santa, but you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true."
Dawn: "All true?"
Anya: "Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowled children, but otherwise..."
Tara: "The reindeer part was nice."
911 Operator: "Ok, I need you to give me your address."
911 Operator: "I'm gonna send an ambulance over."
Buffy: "Si-Sixteen thirty Rivelo, it-it's a house, Rivelo near Hadley."
Buffy: "She's cold."
911 Operator: "The body's cold?"
Buffy: "No, my mom! Sh-should I make her warm?"
Paramedic: "I'm sorry."
Buffy: "Wha-what do we do now?"
Paramedic: "I'm sorry, but I have to tell you that... your mother's dead. It looks like she did die a good while before you found her. There's... nothing you could have done."
Paramedic: "Now the coroner's office may take a while. In the meantime, I think you should sit. Have a glass of water, and try not to disturb the body."
Paramedic: "I'm very sorry for you loss."
Buffy: "Thank you. Good luck."
Buffy: "No. No. Don't. No, it's too late."
Buffy: "They're, they're coming for her, no, no we're-"
Buffy: "We're not supposed to move the body!"
Lisa: "He didn't say you were a freak."
Dawn: "Forget it."
Lisa: "He just said you were... freaky. Which, you know, freaky can be... sort of cool."
Teacher: "Okay. Remember, we're not... drawing the object. We're drawing... the negative space... around the object."
Teacher: "...and then give me a sense of the spaces around... the spaces in-between."
Kevin: "What's goin on?"
Dawn: "Um, negative space."
Kevin: "Yeah, what's that all about?"
Dawn: "She's so superficial. Everything's always about clothes, or who likes who, and... there's just way more important stuff going on. There's a lot of... crucial... you know... stuff."
Buffy: "It's... bad... news."
Dawn: "Well, what is it? What happened?"
Buffy: "It's bad. Please, can we-"
Dawn: "Where's Mom?"
Buffy: "Mom... had an accident. Or, um... something went... wrong from the tumor."
Dawn: "Is she okay? Is she... but she's okay? But... it's, it's serious, but..."
Dawn: "No. No, it's not true. No, you're a liar, she's fine!"
Xander: "Do you wanna come up?"
Anya: "You're double parked."
Xander: "Let em give me a ticket."
Willow: "No, no, I-I I should, I should wear the purple. The purple, I, I, I think the purple, it's just that it's so, I don't know, i-it doesn't mean something bad?"
Tara: "I think it's, um... royal. Purple means... royalty."
Willow: "Well, I can't see Buffy at the morgue and be all royal!"
Willow: "I can't do this."
* kiss *
Tara: "We can do this."
Willow: "Okay. We can be there for Buffy. And Dawn. Little Dawn."
Tara: "We can be strong."
Willow: "Strong like an Amazon?"
Tara: "Strong like an Amazon, right."
Anya: "Xander, what will we do? What will we be expected to do?"
Anya: "Xander cried at the apartment. It was weird."
Willow: "I-i-it's a, it's a thing we do."
Anya: "What's going to happen?"
Willow: "Xander, I-I don't think it was... any... it just happened."
Xander: "Things don't happen! I mean... they don't just happen. Somebody... I mean, somebody's got..."
Willow: "Okay. Let's go. Come on, you and me. Come on."
Xander: "You know I can't take you."
Willow: "Damn straight."
Anya: "Are we gonna see the body?"
Anya: "Are we gonna be in the room... with the dead body?"
Willow: "I don't know. No."
Anya: "Are they gonna cut the body open?"
Willow: "Oh my god! Would you just... stop talking? Just... shut your mouth. Please."
Anya: "What am I doing?"
Willow: "How can you act like that?"
Anya: "Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?"
Willow: "The way you behave-"
Anya: "Nobody will tell me."
Willow: "Because it's not okay for you to be asking these things!"
Anya: "But I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's, there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And, and Xander's crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she'll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why."
Willow: "We don't know... how it works... or why."
Anya: "My god. Is your hand okay?"
Xander: "Pretty much. I-I'm really sorry."
Anya: "You could have hit an electrical... thing!"
Xander: "Once again with the sorry."
Willow: "Did it make you feel better?"
Xander: "For a second there."
Willow: "A whole second?"
Xander: "In my defense, some crappy wallmanship."
Willow: "Yeah, you can hear everything next door."
Xander: "Who did the drywall in this place?"
Willow: "I always forget to ask."
Tara: "Did I miss something?"
Anya: "Xander decided that he blames the wall."
Willow: "Can you... turn your wrist?"
Xander: "Hold on. It's okay."
Tara: "It hurts."
Xander: "The avengers gotta get to the assembly. We'll go. We'll deal. We'll help. That's what we do. We help Buffy."
Anya: "How are we going to help?"
Buffy: "Are you sure... that there wasn't a lot of pain?"
Dr. Kriegel: "Absolutely."
* in Buffy's thoughts *
Dr. Kriegel: "I have to lie to make you feel better."
Buffy: "Giles says he's gonna go over the paperwork."
Xander: "Man, if there's one day they should not give you homework."
Dawn: "What about..."
Buffy: "What about what?"
Dawn: "Nothing. I have to pee."
Buffy: "Do you want someone to go with you?"
Dawn: "No. I still remember how to pee."
Anya: "I wish that Joyce didn't die... because she was nice. And now we all hurt."
Xander: "Anya, ever the wordsmith."
Buffy: "Thank you."
Buffy: "I'm sorry... you have to go through all of this."
Tara: "You don't have to worry about me."
Buffy: "Everybody wants to help. I don't even know if I'm... here. I don't know what's going on. Never done this. That's just an amazingly dumb thing to say. Obviously... I've never done this before."
Tara: "I have. My mother died when I was seventeen."
Buffy: I didn't know. I'm sorry."
Tara: "No, no, I didn't mean to... I'm only telling you this because... I know it's not m-my place, but... There's things... thoughts and reactions I had that... I couldn't... understand... or even try to explain to anyone else. Thoughts that.. made me feel like I was losing it... or, like I was some kind of ho-horrible person. I know it's different for you... because it's always different, but... if you ever need..."
Buffy: "Was it sudden?"
Buffy: "Your mother."
Tara: "No. Yes. It's always sudden."
Dawn: "Is she cold?"
Buffy: "It's no her... it's not her... she's gone."
Dawn: "Where'd she go?"