Buffy: "Vampire by vampire. It's the only way I know how."
Dawn: "Well, the whole Willow sitch is not un-stressifying. I mean, she's here but not 'part of the gang' here and hopefully not 'under my feet here' in another time dimension... here."
Buffy: "What if their problems are weird and tricky?"
Xander: "Well, I think you understate your familiarity with the world of weird and tricky."
Buffy: "I always thought closed caskets were more tasteful, anyway."
Buffy: "You know, it's awful being teased. But the thing is, you know, with bullies like this, they're really just-"
Amanda: "Insecure?... Yeah, everyone says that. You know, I'm really tired of everyone being so insecure."
Buffy: "You have to stick up for yourself, Amanda. You need to show this bully that you're not going to take anymore of his sh- guff. Umm, any guff."
Amanda: "Cause that's what I did. I stuck up for myself. The other day after class, I jumped him in the parking lot and I slammed his stupid-ass insecure face right into the pavement."
Buffy: "You what?"
Amanda: "I guess that's another reason Mr. Miler wanted me to see you. Do you think I should pound on him some more?"
Xander: "Figuring out how to control your magick seems a lot like hammering a nail... Well, hear me out. So you're hammering, right? If you hold the end of the hammer, you have the power but no control. It takes like two strokes to hit the nail in... or you could hit your thumb."
Xander: "So you choke up. Control but no power. It could take like ten strokes to knock the nail in. Power, control. It's a tradeoff."
Willow: "That's actually not a bad analogy."
Willow: "Except I'm less worried about hitting my thumb and more worried about going all black-eyed baddy and bewitching that hammer into cracking my friends' skulls open like coconuts."
Xander: "Right. Ouch."
Buffy: "So Josh, what's on your mind?"
Josh: "Well, I'm worried that I'm... gay."
Buffy: "Okay, first of all, I think it's great that you would come and talk to me about this. And second of all, you should know that there is nothing shameful about being gay. Nothing."
Josh: "I know. It's just... I'm not positive so I was thinking that... why don't you go on a date with me so I can be sure."
Buffy: "It sounds like it's difficult for you. Like maybe your sister makes it hard for you to establish your own identity. You said she's controlling, she doesn't let you make your own decisions..."
Dawn: "Yeah, and she borrows my clothes without asking."
Buffy: "I understand. That must be hard."
Buffy: "So you're not doing your homework?"
Cassie: "I guess not. It all just... seems kind of... whatever."
Buffy: "Cassie, don't change the subject. Why won't you graduate?"
Cassie: "Because next Friday I'm going to die."
Buffy: "Cassie, please tell me, why do you think you're going to die?"
Cassie: "I don't think it, I know it. I just know."
Cassie: "And I know that you'll go someplace dark underground. I don't know."
Wood: "Listen, Buffy, it's hard. Kids this age... they're hurting, they're pissed off and they say things. Sometimes they say awful things. When I was in high school, I had a thing with this guy, right? Real bully. I kept telling everyone that he'd better sleep with one eye open cause I was going to bust his ass. Well, I got suspended. Talk like that is taken pretty seriously where I come from."
Buffy: "The hood?"
Wood: "Beverly Hills... which is a hood."
Wood: "Every time there's a threat like this, we do the same dance. Inform teachers, search lockers, but we can't... we can't know what's going to happen and we can't search their brains. We just do what we can."
Buffy: "I don't usually get a heads up before somebody dies."
Wood: "What do you mean usually?"
Cassie: "Summers... hey, are you the counselor's little sister?"
Dawn: "No. She's my sister. Lucky me, huh?"
Willow: "I mean, maybe, just maybe, you're trying so hard to help that you're seeing paranormal when there's just normal."
Willow: "Have you Googled her yet?"
Xander: "Willow, she's 17."
Willow: "It's a search engine."
Xander: "A day and a half of researching and we finally try looking up her."
Xander: "Poems. Always a sign of pretentious inner turmiol."
Willow: "The sheets above me cool my skin/ Like dirt on a mad woman's grave./ I rise into the moonlight white/ And watch the mirror stare./ Pale fish looks back at me,/ Pale fish that will never swim./ My skin is milk for no man to drink,/ My thighs unused, unclenched./ This body is not ready yet/ But dirt waits for no woman/ And coins will buy no time./ I hear the chatter of the bugs./ It's they alone will feast."
Buffy: "Buffy the Vampire Slayer would break down this door."
Xander: "And Buffy the counseor?"
Cassie: "Thank you for trying but I probably shouldn't have told you anything. You're making such a big deal out of it and I want it to all to just go away."
Cassie: "You think I want this? You think I don't care? Believe me, I want to... be here, do things. I want to graduate from high school and I want to go to the stupid winter formal. I have this friend and it would be fun to go with him. Just to dance and hear lame music, to wear a silly dress and laugh and stuff. I'd like to go. There's a lot of stuff I'd like to do. I'd love to ice skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up and see how they turn out cause they're really mean and I think they're going to be fat. I'd love to backpace across the country or, I don't know, fall in love, but I won't. I just never will."
Wood: "It's been a long week, huh? Well, thank god it's Friday... I can't believe I just said that."
Buffy: "I sit alone at my window sill/ Trees crackle, sunshine blares..."
Cassie: "...And children laugh like death,/ Their sharp happiness is a knife to me./ One jealous snake on a window sill.../ They will be here./ Trees and sun and children with canes/ And pruney skin./ When I am but a memory,/ A laugh in the trees of time./ I sit alone and try to love them/ I sit alone a snake./ I sit alone and try to love them./ I sit alone and laugh."
Buffy: "Spike, what are you doing?"
Spike: "Nothing. If I don't move, if I don't think, if I don't listen to the voices, then I won't hurt... much."
Spike: "Don't... don't leave me. Stay here and help me be quiet."
Buffy: "I think it's worse when I'm here."
Mike: "She makes me crazy?"
Mike: "Yeah, sometimes I jus... that's funny. You're Dawn's sister, right?"
Buffy: "That's right. Dawn is my sister."
Mike: "Oh, that is so weird. I was just thinking about her. Yeah, I was thinking if, you know, Cassie won't budge, maybe I'll ask Dawn."
Buffy: "You aren't mad at Cassie, with her rejecting you like that?"
Mike: "Nah, she's a girl, right? Making boys crazy is like your job description."
Buffy: "You're asking my sister to the dance and she's your second choice?"
Buffy: "Do you know why I came back to Sunnydale High?"
Martin: "To creep me out?"
Buffy: "To help. I'm a counselor here because I want to help. I know what it's like to walk these halls and feel lost, alone. I just want to make things better, connect. And I'm going to connect with your face if you don't stop wasting my time and help me do my job."
Dawn: "She's not like you think. She's got powers... of helping."
Cassie: "Listen, Dawn, whatever happens now, it's not your fault, okay?"
Peter: "I was just wondering if anyone had asked you to winter formal."
Dawn: "What? Oh, no. Not exactly."
Peter: "Well, I was just doing a poll."
Buffy: "Do you know how lame this is? Bored teenage boys trying to raise a demon. Sorry it didn't show. I bet it's cause you forgot the boom box playing some heavey metal thing, like Blue Clam Cult. I think that's the key to the raising of lame demons."
Peter: "That lame demon?"
Spike: "Here to help. No hurting the girl."
Peter: "Who are you?"
Spike: "I'm a bad man."
Cassie: "She'll tell you. Someday she'll tell you."
Buffy: "See? You can make a difference."
Cassie: "And you will."
Willow: "How is her mom?"
Buffy: "Okay. As okay as... she told me that her family had a history of heart irregularities but she never told Cassie."
Willow: "Cassie didn't know? Then it was fate?"
Xander: "I think she was going to die no matter what, wasn't she? Didn't matter what you did."
Buffy: "She just knew. She was special. I failed her."
Dawn: "Uh-uh. No. You didn't, cause you tried. You listened and you tried. She died because of her heart, not because of you. She was my friend because of you. I guess sometimes you can't help."
Buffy: "So what, then? What do you do when you know that? When you know that maybe you can't help?"