Tabula Rasa
Spike: Can we talk?
Buffy: Vocal cord-wise, yes. With each other, no.
Spike: We... we kissed, you and me. All 'Gone with the Wind', with the rising music and the rising... music, and what was that, Buffy?
Buffy: A spell?
Spike: Oh, don't get all prim and proper on me. I know what kind of girl you really are. Don't I?
Spike: Take it easy, you'll get your kittens.
Shark Demon: Oh, I trust you, Mister Spike.
Buffy: Oh god, what is it with you guys? Why kittens? Why can't you just use money like everybody else?
Shark Demon: She's funny. I like funny in a girl.
Loan Shark: Time, time! Time is what turns kittens into cats.
Buffy: If I were to stop saving his life, it would simple things up SO much.
Xander: I just feel weird feeling bad that my friend's not dead. It's... too mind-boggling. So I've decided to simplify the whole thing. Me like Buffy. Buffy's alive, so, me glad.
Anya: I'm with Miss Psycho Pep Squad.
Xander: I'm gonna go get that phone. You probably don't hear it. High-pitched ring, ears like a dog.
Anya: I'm gonna help him with that.
Buffy: Me too. Hate suffering. Had about as much of it as I can take.
Xander: The cold only makes me stronger and more macho-like.
Anya: For real this time? Cause honest to Pete, a young shopkeeper's heart can only take so much... I mean, not that I want yo to go...
Xander: Okay, who are you freaks?
Xander: Okay, I'm not panicking, I'm not... I'm not. Stop looking at me like I'm panicking!
Giles: I'm afraid we don't know a bloody thing... except I seem to be British, don't I? Oh, and a man. With glasses. Well, that narrows it down considerably.
Giles: We'll get our memory back and it'll all be right as rain.
Spike: Oh, listen to Mary Poppins. He's got his crust all stiff and upper with that nancy-boy accent. You Englishmen are always so... Bloody hell. Sodding, blimey, shagging, knickers, bullocks. Oh, god. I'm English.
Giles: Welcome to the nancy-tribe.
Spike: You don't suppose you and I... we're not related, are we?
Anya: There is a ruggedly handsome resemblance.
Giles: And you do inspire a particular feeling of familiarity and disappointment. Older brother?
Spike: Father. Oh god, how I must hate you.
Giles: What did I do?
Spike: There's always something. And what's with the trollop?
Anya: Hey!
Giles: Her?
Spike: I saw you sleeping together.
Giles: Resting together.
Willow: I'm Willow Rosenberg. Huh, Willow. Funny name.
Spike: Rupert?
Giles: You're not too old to put across my knee, you know, sonny.
Giles: Anyways, what did I call you?
Spike: 'Made with care for Randy'. Randy Giles? Why not just call me 'Horny Giles' or 'Desperate for a shag Giles'? I knew there was a reason I hated you.
Giles: Randy's... a family name, undoubtedly.
Buffy: I'll name me... Joan.
Dawn: Ugh.
Buffy: What? Did you just 'ugh' my name?
Dawn: No. I just... I mean, it's so blah. 'Joan'?
Buffy: I like it. I feel like a Joan.
Dawn/Buffy: Boy, you're a pain in the.../ Boy, you're bossy!
Dawn: Do you think we're...
Buffy: Sisters?
Spike: You never showed me affection like that.
Spike: Dad can drive. He's bound to have some classic mid-life crisis transport. Something red, shiny, shaped like a penis.
Buffy: Monsters are real. Did we know this?
Buffy: Hey, stay away from Randy!
Dawn: Whoa!
Willow: What did you just do?
Buffy: Uh... I... I don't know. But it was cool!
Buffy: I think I know why Joan's the boss. I'm like a superhero or something.
Anya: I have to protect the cash register, and... do some spells.
Buffy: Ready, Randy?
Spike: Ready, Joan.
Giles: Oh son? Come here, um, please.
*awkward hug*
Buffy: Right.
Giles: Good then.
Spike: Hey, I'm a superhero, too! Joan, where are you going?
Anya: Bare bare himble gemination.
*rabbit appears*
Anya: *Screams*
Buffy: I kill your kind.
Spike: And I bite yours. So how come I don't want to bite you? And why am I fighting other vampires? I must be a noble vampire. A good guy, on a mission of redemption. I help the helpless. I'm a vampire with a soul.
Buffy: A vampire with a soul? Oh my god, how lame is that?
Anya: Sensible? You think it's sensible for me to go down into that cotton-top hell, and let them hippety-hop all over my vulnerable flesh?
Giles: Look what you've done, you lunatic woman!
Anya: Don't blame me, you snobby, snotty, thinks-he's-so-great kind of jerk... and I feel compelled to take some vengeance on you!
Giles: Ow! God, no wonder I'm leaving you.
Anya: Now look what you've done! That thing is gonna eat my ring.
Giles: I'm so sorry dear.
Anya: No Rupy, I'm sorry. You were right. That was the wrong book.
Spike: From dust... to dust.
Spike: You all right?
"Good-Bye to You"- Michelle Branch *song during ending sequence*
Of all the things I believe in
I just wanna get it over with
Tears warm behind my eyes, but I do not cry
Counting the days that pass me by
I've been searching deep down in my soul
Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old
Feels like I'm starting all over again
The last three years were just pretend
And I said
Good bye to you
Good bye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
I used to get lost in your eyes
And it seems that I can't live a day without you
Closing my eyes, you chase my thoughts away
To a place where I am blinded by the light
But it's not right
Good bye to you
Good bye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
And it hurts to want
Everything and nothing at the same time
I want what's yours and I
want what's mine
I want you
But I'm not giving in this time
Good bye to you
Good bye to everything I thought I knew
You were the one I loved
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
The one thing that I tried to hold on to
Good bye to you
Good bye to everthing I knew
You were the one that I loved...