Potential
Spike: "Okay, these two are dead. Why?"
Rona: "Cause the black chick always gets it first?"
Buffy: "What was that Rona?"
Spike: "Do you think I care if it's a fair fight?"
Vi: "No! No, sir. You don't play by the rules and I have learned a valuable lesson... of some sort."
Buffy: "You have the potential. You have strength, speed, instinct... you just have to learn to trust yourself."
Buffy: "Instinct. Understand his but trust yours. You were chosen for a reason."
Rona: "That's hot."
Molly: "So we're supposed to like make out with them or something?"
Vi: "Careful, Buffy. Just when you think it's part of the lesson, he'll hurt your arm."
Buffy: "You're all going to die. But you knew that already because that's the cool reward for being human. The big desert at the end of the meal. Don't kid yourselves, you guys. This whole thing is all about death. You think you're different because you might be the next Slayer? Death is what a Slayer breathes, what a Slayer dreams about when she sleeps. Death is what a Slayer lives. My death could make you the next Slayer... Oh, goody. Rapt attention. I love that so much."
Buffy: "Xander, I know... I'm sorry. If you're going to take a shower at my house, lock the door. Of course they're curious."
Amanda: "Do people ever think you're weird?"
Buffy: "I guess... sure. In a charming, endearing, lovable... yeah."
Amanda: "Is it weird? We're mean to each other and we like each other."
Buffy: "Well, it depends. I mean, sometimes that's how people relate. Being mean to each other... even mortal enemies. Then with the... and that leads to no good - absolutely no good - and much confusion, and then it's over - absolutely, seriously, definitely over - and that's confusing, too - the over part - which it is. Over... So maybe."
Andrew: "WHY DO WE ALWAYS HAVE TO YELL?!"
Buffy: "Hey, everybody, look. It's Willow. Perhaps with a blunt weapon of some sort."
Xander: "Wait, the seers couldn't find out her name or her address or anything? Am I getting the definition of 'seer' wrong?"
Buffy: "I was going to take the girls out tonight for a little show-and-tell but maybe now I shouldn't."
Andrew: "They were so excited. You're going to break their little hearts."
Buffy: "Okay, I'll take them."
Andrew: "Yes!"
Buffy: "Andrew, you're not going."
Molly: "Oh, crossbow! Gotta love it... feels like I'm stormin a castle."
Rona: "You do a lot of that, do you?"
Molly: "I might if I had a beauty like this."
Dawn: "Okay, see, that's why we don't point weapons in the kitchen."
Vi: "It's not loaded."
Dawn: "That's always the lead quote under the headline 'Household crossbow accident claims teen'."
Vi: "Oh, a mace!"
Dawn: "Yeah, that's better."
Rona: "Gotta go with the stake. It's classic. I like the feel of wood in my hand."
Kennedy: "Lost me there."
Kennedy: "I'm thinking that tonight we might actually get to kill things."
Andrew: "I'm not begging!"
Buffy: "You're like a small dog dancing for Snausages."
Andrew: "You don't want me coming along because you think I'm evil."
Vi: "He doesn't seem evil exactly."
Buffy: "He's not evil but when he gets close to it, he picks up its flavor, like a mushroom or something."
Andrew: "It's not fair! Spike just killed people and he gets to go."
Buffy: "Spike didn't have free will. You did."
Andrew: "I hate my free will."
Andrew: "Can you imagine if every once in a while people just wriggled out of their skin and left it behing them, like on the sidewalk. Talk about embarrassing."
Andrew: "Killing pigs is just so wrong... and also hard."
Anya: "Oh, look! Pretty."
Dawn: "Maybe you did it wrong. Was it ambiguous in any way? Did you maybe say 'potential sailors' because I do like the water?"
Anya: "Yes, it's like one second you're this klutzy teenager with fake memories and a history of kleptomania and then suddenly you're a hero. A hero with a much abbreviated life span."
Willow: "A Slayer... makes sense, I guess. Remember that thing about they share the same blood or whatever?"
Anya: "Yeah, I never got that."
Andrew: "What's going on?"
Anya: "Dawn's going to be a Slayer."
Andrew: "Holy crap. Excuse me. Plucked from an ordinary life... handed a destiny..."
Xander: "Say Skywalker and I smack you."
Dawn: "I mean, I'm not even sure I'm happy for me. Everything's different for me now."
Anya: "That's because you're a part of something larger. Like being swallowed... by something larger."
Xander: "Nice job with the 'getting swallowed' analogy."
Anya: "Well, it is a mixed bag, you know. If she gets to be the Slayer, then her life is short and brutal and if she doesn't, then it smells of unfulfilled potential. My 'swallowed' analogy looks pretty sweet right now, doesn't it?"
Willow: "It's not like that. It's like she's part of this huge power. I know what that feels like. It feels wonderful."
Andrew: "Yes! Willow so captured it. It's like... well, it's almost like this metaphor for womanhood, isn't is? The sort of flowering that happens when a girl realizes that she's part of a fertile heritage stretching back to Eve and-"
Xander: "I'll pay you to talk about Star Wars again!"
Dawn: "I'm chosen."
Vi: "They're demons! It's a demon bar. It's like a gay bar only with demons."
Clem: "Girl, how have you been?"
Buffy: "Clem! You look great. So toned."
Kennedy: "You think she dated him, too?"
Dawn: "You know something about my sister?"
Amanda: "Well, I'm heard people talking. A lot of them think she's some kind of high-functioning schizophrenic but I also heard that maybe... like maybe she could help with this kind of thing."
Dawn: "Whew! I think I strained something. Maybe something I'll need later in life."
Amanda: "So... I was thinking. We don't have to kill the vampire, do we?"
Dawn: "What?"
Amanda: "Just suppose he got out and was maybe like encouraged toward the gym while the marching band was playing because the way they look down on the Swing Choir, it might be, you know, funny... I'm just saying..."
Amanda: "I guess you're some kind of monster expert, too?"
Dawn: "Let's just say it runs in the family."
Buffy: "Vampires can live anywhere - any way - they want. Tastes, fashions, living conditions - they can vary. The animal inside? Always the same."
*Spike glances at Buffy*
Molly: "Where'd you live?"
Spike: "What, you mean before? A crypt, actually, but nicer. A bit more... I don't know if posh is the right word but it was more like..."
Buffy: "Comfy."
Kennedy: "Excuse me? When did you find it comfy?"
Buffy: "Moving on..."
Spike: "Work, work, work... and just when this little excursion was in danger of becoming interesting."
Buffy: "You know something, Spike... interesting is not a problem."
Buffy: "You can't think too much. Reacting is better. Could be the difference between staying alive... and that other thing."
Dawn: "In case you haven't noticed, I don't know what I'm doing here!"
Amanda: "You're getting it done!"
Buffy: "The question is never 'What do you think?' It's always 'What do you know?' You gotta know, because if you don't, if you make one mistake... It takes just one vampire to kill you so you've got to know you can take him. Know your environment, know what's around you and know how to use it... In the hands of a Slayer, everything is a potential weapon - if you know how to see it. When you're fighting, you have to know yourself: your brain, your body. Know how to stay calm, centered. Every move is important. Every blow has got to be part of your plan... Because if you make that one mistake, then it's over. You're not the Slayer... you're not a potential... You're dead. So what do you know?"
Anya: "Want me to kick down the door?"
Xander: "Anya..."
Anya: "What? I think it'd be funny. And besides, she's been sulking in there forever."
Amanda: "Okay... one minute I'm in Swing Choir and the next... what the hell is going on? You tell me to come to you with problems. Turns out a vampire attacked me! Problem. So I go to your house, only when I get there, this orange cloud hits me."
Dawn: "She was at the doorway."
Amanda: "And I don't know if you're into the drugs but that's not my deal, all right? That cloud hit me and I got a little dizzy and discombobulated."
Dawn: "It was Willow's spell. She's the potential Slayer."
Rona: "I'm sure the vampire thought we were like four helpless girls. And then Vi actually yells, 'We're just four helpless girls!'"
Vi: "That was part of my plan."
Vi: "I hurt his arm! Yep. And an arm can be as lethal as a mouth."
Amanda: "Yeah, when that vampire attacked me, I felt this kind of charge, you know?"
Kennedy: "Like you realize in one instant that your whole life is different."
Xander: "They're special, no doubt. And the amazing thing is, not one of them will ever know. Not even Buffy."
Dawn: "Know what?"
Xander: "How much harder it is for the rest of us."
Dawn: "No way. They've got-"
Xander: "Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch, a demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit but come a full moon he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful, all of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows."
Dawn: "Well, you had that sexy Army training for a while and... the windows really did need fixing."
Xander: "They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn't chosen, to live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You're not special. You're extraordinary."
Dawn: "Maybe that's your power."
Xander: "What?"
Dawn: "Seeing. Knowing."
Xander: "Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape."
Dawn: "Cape is good."
Xander: "Yeah."