Girl: "From beneath you... it devours."
Buffy: "I heard screaming."
Dawn: "That was you."
Buffy: "There was a girl."
Dawn: "That would be me."
Buffy: "No, it was..."
Dawn: "Just a dream. It was just a dream, right?"
Buffy: "'From beneath you, it devours'. That's what she said and then they... There's more like her, Dawn. Out there, somewhere... and they're going to die."
Spike: "No, no, no. Now is not the time. You know it. I know it. But making them understand... is a totally different matter. No manners is the problem. Proper breeding... lack of etiquette. All of it lacking. All of it lost on them... Not the time. Not hardly ready. Stop! Please, mum! Begging now... make it stop! Oh, god."
Dawn: "Could you die? Cause seriously, speaking for everybody who are me in the car right now, we're very excited."
Buffy: "Well, I'm glad for all of you, then."
Dawn: "I mean, it's just so cool. You're coming to school with me. You'll be like there the whole time... You understand you cannot talk to me, look at me or hang out with any of my friends, right?"
Xander: "Please... outside of drugs and violence and unwanted pregnancy and... the unleashing of hordes of Armageddon that comes pouring out of the school's foundation every now and then, what trouble could these kids have?"
Buffy: "Guess I'll find out."
Xander: "Those kids are damned lucky having a Slayer and a friend on campus there for them. I hope they appreciate it. I know I did... Days gone by, huh?"
Buffy: "That's where I go to get my scorn on."
Buffy: "Can I give detention?"
Wood: "Okay by me. A little authority can be a wonderful thing. Just remember that while you are here to help, you're not here to be their friend. Trust me, you open that door and these students will eat you alive."
Buffy: "You heard about Principal Flutie, right?"
Wood: "There's only three things these kids understand: the boot, the bat and the bastinada... It's... it's a bad joke. It's the bastinada... no one ever knows what that thing is."
Buffy: "A wooden rod used to slap the soles of the feet in Turkish prisons but if made with the correct wood, makes an awesome billy club."
Giles: "The taxi's here."
Willow: "I know."
Giles: "And in keeping with quaint old British traditions, you would now be expected to get into it."
Giles: "What exactly are you afraid of?"
Willow: "Well, for starters, the Hellmouth's getting all rumble again. And now I know it's got teeth. And are those literal teeth? Cause I don't know if I can handle it. And what if I can handle it? Does that mean I have to be a bigger, badder bad-ass than the source of all badness? And what if I give up all this control stuff and I go all veiny and homicidal again? And what if - "
Giles: "They won't take you back?"
Giles: "Willow, we could spend another two years here training and practicing and learning to hone your powers and still there'd be no way of knowing for sure that the friends you left behind you... are still your friends."
Willow: "Well, sure. I mean, if you put it that way, duh."
Giles: "Trust yourself and the others might follow."
Xander: "And we're going to take care of this. It is your lucky night... Considering that your dog just got all ate up and stuff... Hey, can I freshen up your tea?"
Xander: "It's sounding monsterific, all right."
Dawn: "Should we round up the gang?"
Xander: "Good thinking, except... this is the gang."
Spike: "What you need is help. Fortunately, you've got me."
Dawn: "He's... it's Buffy's..."
Nancy: "And I'm thinking it's a little more complicated that just that."
Xander: "Always is."
Xander: "If you're uncomfortable, we can make you leave."
Spike: "I'll be quick. We need to talk. You want to do that here or privately?"
Xander: "I'm thinking here. In the company of good friends and pointy weapons."
Buffy: "Do not start by saying you're sorry."
Spike: "I didn't come here to atone."
Buffy: "Then what the hell do you want?"
Spike: "Only to help."
Spike: "I'm just a guy with his ear to the ground but even I can feel it. Something's coming. I don't know what, exactly, but something's brewing and it's so big, ugly and damned, it makes you and me look like little bitty puzzle pieces. If I'm wrong, say so. Lovely. No hard feelings. I'll go out that door and you can lock it behind me with any spell you like. So... am I wrong?"
Buffy: "Everything about you is wrong, Spike. But something is coming."
Spike: "You're gonna need some help."
Buffy: "Since when did you become the champion of the people?"
Spike: "I didn't. I'm just a guy who can lend a hand if you'll let me."
Nancy: "Is your girlfriend always so commanding?"
Xander: "Who?... Buffy? Oh, no, no! I mean, she's a girl and she's a friend but she's not my girlfriend."
Dawn: "Xander... little drool."
Dawn: "I'm command central so everybody check in with me... Okay, I'll be here doing my homework but the other one sounded cooler."
Spike: "You're awfully quiet."
Buffy: "Wouldn't know what to say."
Spike: "Fine with me. I was more than half-expecting to get an earful anyway. And when exactly did your sister get unbelievably scary?"
Spike: "I don't fancy sticking my head in there."
Buffy: "But if something bites it off, that'd be a clue."
Spike: "Look, I can't blame you for being all skittish."
Buffy: "Skittish? That's not a word I would use for it. You tried to rape me. I don't have the words."
Spike: "Neither do I. I can't say 'sorry'. I can't use 'forgive me'. All I can say is, Buffy, I've changed."
Buffy: "I believe you."
Spike: "Well, that's something."
Buffy: "I just don't know what you've changed into."
Buffy: "I know there's something you're not telling me."
Spike: "You're right. There is. But we're not best friends anymore so too bad for me. I'm not sharing."
Nancy: "I still can't believe all this is happening. I mean, even with this town's reputation for, you know, unexplained weirdness."
Xander: "Right. Sunnydale - come for the food, stay for the dismemberment."
Nancy: "There's good food?"
Nancy: "So... do you think I might, instead, give you a call sometime?"
Xander: "Just to check in?"
Nancy: "No, actually, I'm hitting on you."
Xander: Even better. I've very listed."
Nancy: "And I'm really pushy so that works out well, then."
Xander: "Two attacks in the same night. I'm starting to think it's not coincidence."
Nancy: "Oh, sure. Why not? A monster trying to kill me. It's just the thing that was missing to make my life absolutely perfect."
Nancy: "You know the feeling that you get when your ex is constantly ruining every part of your life and it just doesn't stop?"
Nancy: "And you get so tired of feeling so helpless that all you can do is just wish it would stop?"
Woman: "And you know what I wish?"
Anyanka: "God, do I want to?"
Anyanka: "Oh, penis."
Buffy: "You wished your ex was a worm?"
Nancy: "We were just talking."
Buffy: "Anya, that thing you created burst through solid pavement and ate her dog."
Anyanka: "Oh, puppy!"
Xander: "Wait! That gets your sad noise? People's lives are in danger and you give it up for the Yorkie?"
Nancy: "Is there anyone here who hasn't slept together?"
* Xander and Spike exchange a look *
Anyanka: "Bite me, Harris!"
Anyanka: "Oh, my god..."
Spike: "What are you staring at?"
Anyanka: "Oh, my god!"
Spike: "Right. Let's go."
Anyanka: "How did you do it?"
Buffy: "Spike, what is she talking about?"
Anyanka: "I can see you."
Spike: "Nothing. Let's go. Got some worm-hunting to do."
Anyanka: "How did you do it?"
Spike: "Shut up!"
Anyanka: "This shouldn't be possible!"
Spike: "Shut your mouth!"
Anyanka: "I mean, how did you get it?"
Spike: "I said you shut up!"
Nancy: "Freaks! Why do I always surround myself with freaks?"
Xander: "Are you saying this is my fault?"
Anyanka: "All I'm saying is that none of this happened until you dumped me at the alter."
Xander: "And sooner or later, Anya, that excuse just stops working."
Spike: "Right. Wrong. Wrong maneuver. Not hardly helpful. Please help me. HELP ME!"
Spike: "Too much, too much, too much... inside me, all the way. Deep, deep, deep inside me."
Spike: "Oh! Lucky girl. Call it quits. Now there's an option. If only if was so easy. If only... if only... if only - What the hell are you screaming about? I can hear you. NO NEED TO SHOUT!... I get it. The joke's on me. Lots of laughs. Yeah. Bring the wife and kiddies. Come see the show... cause it's gonna be a circus... This... just the beginning, luv. A warm-up act. The real headliner's coming and when that band hits the stage, all of this... all this... will come tumbign in death and screaming, horror and bloodshed. From beneath you, it devours. From beneath... Poor Rocky."
Xander: "She's not calling me."
Spike: "It didn't work... Costume. Didn't help. Couldn't hide."
Buffy: "No more mind games, Spike."
Spike: "No more mind games. No more mind."
Buffy: "Tell me what happened to you."
Spike: "Hey, hey! No touching! Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh. My flesh. Nothing else. Not a spark. Oh, fine. Flesh, then. Solid through. Get it hard, service the girl."
Buffy: "Stop it! You-"
Spike: "Right. Girl doesn't want to be serviced. Because there's no spark. Ain't we in a soddin engine?"
Buffy: "Spike, have you completely lost your mind?"
Spike: "Well, yes. Where have you been all night?"
Spike: "I tried to find it, of course."
Buffy: "Find what?"
Spike: "The spark. The missing... the piece. That fit. That would make me fit. Because you didn't want... god... I can't? Not with you looking... I dreamed of killing you... I think they were dreams. So weak. Did you make me weak? Thinking of you, holding myself and spilling useless buckets of salt over your... ending. Angel, he should have warned me. He makes a good show of forgetting but it's here in me... all the time. The spark. I wanted to give you what you deserve. And i got it. They put the spark in me... and now all it does is burn."
Buffy: "Your soul..."
Spike: "A bit worse for lack of use."
Buffy: "You got your soul back. How?"
Spike: "It's what you wanted, right?... It's what you wanted, right? And now everybody's in here, talking. Everything I did, everyone I... and him... and it... the other. The thing beneath... beneath you. It's here, too. Everybody. They all just tell me go. Go... to hell."
Buffy: "Why? Why would you do that?"
Spike: "Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev - To be a kind of man... And she shall look on him with forgiveness and everybody will forgive and love... and he will be loved. So everything's okay, right?... Can we rest now? Buffy, can we rest?"