Xander: Hey, guys. Was there any homework?
Willow: We're doing 'active listening' today.
Xander: Cool. What's active listening?
Willow: That would be the homework.
Buffy: Chapter 5. Active listening. Where you put on your 'big ears' and really focus on the other person?
Wendell: Miss Tischler demonstrated it yesterday.
Willow: With you.
Buffy: She was wearing that tight sweater?
Xander: Oh, the midnight blue angora! See, I was listening.

Willow: I don't like spiders, okay? Their furry bodies and their sticky webs, and what do they need all those legs for anyway? I'll tell you – for crawling across your face in the middle of the night, euugh! How do they not ruffle you?
Xander: I'm sorry, I'm unruffled by spiders. Now if a bunch of Nazis crawled all over my face…
Buffy: It was pretty intense.
Willow: Thank you.
Xander: Well, the Hellmouth, center of mystical convergence, supernatural monsters… been there.
Buffy: A little blasé there, aren't you?
Xander: I'm not worried. If there's something bad out there, we'll find, you'll slay, we'll party.

Willow: Okay, but we're still caring about the spiders here. Let's not forget the spiders.

Doctor: She'll recover. She's got a couple of shattered bones, a little internal bleeding. She got off pretty easy, considering.
Buffy: Easy.
Giles: Have you looked up the word lately?
Doctor: Well, the first one's still in a coma.

Giles: The boy's been in a coma for a week. How can this be possible?
Buffy: What am I, Knowledge Girl now? Explanations are your terrain.

Giles: Where are your other clothes?
Xander: Oh, don't I wish I had the answer to that question.
Willow: Xander kind of found himself in front of our class not wearing much of anything.
Xander: Except my underwear.
Willow: Yeah! It was really… bad, it was a bad thing.
Xander: Bad thing? I was naked. Bad thing doesn't cover it.
Willow: Everyone staring? I would hate to have everyone paying attention to me like that.
Xander: With nudity!

Xander: Uh, our dreams are coming true.
Giles: Dreams? That would be a musical comedy version of this. Nightmares. Our nightmares are coming true.
Willow: So why is this happening?
Giles: Billy.
Xander: Well, that explanation was shorter than usual. It's Billy! [pause] Who's Billy?
Giles: He's a boy in the local hospital. He was beaten. He's in a coma. Somehow, I think he's crossed over from the nightmare world he's trapped in…
Xander: And he brought the nightmare world with him. Thanks a bunch, Billy.
Willow: How could he do that?
Giles: Things like that are easy when you live on a Hellmouth.

Willow: I had to sing. Very bad. To sing.

Xander: You were a lousy clown! Your balloon animals were pathetic. Everyone can make a giraffe!

Willow: Excuse me, when did they put a cemetery in across the street?
Xander: And when did they make it night over there?

Giles: I failed in my duty to protect you. I should have been more cautious, taken more time to train you... but you were so gifted, and the evil was so great... I'm sorry.

Giles: You never told me you dreamt of becoming a vampire.
Buffy: This isn't a dream.
Giles: No. No, it's not. But there's a chance that we can make it go away. This all comes from Billy. If we can only wake him up, I believe that the nightmares will stop, and reality will shift back into place. But we must do it now. I need you to hold together long enough to help us. Can you do that?
Buffy: Yeah. I think I can.
Giles: Thank you.
Buffy: But we'd better hurry. Because I'm getting hungry.
Xander: That is a joke, right?
Willow: Are you sure everything will go back once he's awake?
Giles: Uh, positive.
Willow: Well, how do we wake Billy up? What if we can't?
Giles: Willow… do shut up.

Buffy: Glad you showed up. You see, I'm having a really bad day.
Ugly Man: Lucky Nineteen.
Buffy: Scary. I'll tell you something, though. There are a lot scarier things than you. And I'm one of them.

Billy: I had the strangest dream. And you were in it, and you… who are you people?

Willow: Personal question?
Xander: Yeah, shoot.
Willow: When Buffy was a vampire? You weren't still, like, attracted to her, were you?
Xander: Willow, how can you… I mean, that's really bent, she was… grotesque…
Willow: Still dug her, huh?
Xander: I'm sick. I need help.
Willow: Don't I know it.

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