Buffy: It's about power. Who's got it. Who knows how to use it. So who's got the power, Dawn?
Dawn: Well, I've got the stake.
Buffy: The stake is not the power.
Dawn: But he's new. He doesn't know his strength. He might not know all those fancy martial-arts skills they inevitably seem to pick up.
Buffy: Who's got the power?
Dawn: He does.
Buffy: Never forget it. It doesn't matter how well prepped you are or how well armed you are. You're a little girl.
Dawn: Woman.
Buffy: Little woman
Dawn: I'm taller than you.
Buffy: He's a vampire! Okay? Demon? Preternaturally strong? Skilled with powers no human could possibly ever—
Vampire: Excuse me. I think I'm stuck.
Buffy: You're stuck?
Vampire: My foot's caught on a root or something... I don't even know how I got down there. If you girls could just give me a hand...
Dawn: So he's got the power.
Buffy: Zip it.

Buffy: Let me see.
Dawn: It's nothing. It's just a scrape. Plus, I had a plan the whole time.
Buffy: Really.
Dawn: Yeah, I planned to get killed, come back as a vampire, and bite you.

Willow: Is there anything you don't know everything about?
Giles: Synchronized swimming. Complete mystery to me.

Buffy: Dawn, Xander's here!
Dawn: In a minute.
Buffy: You're gonna be late!
Dawn: I'm comfortable with that.
Xander: Morning.
Buffy: You gotta eat something. I made cereal!

Xander: How are you?
Buffy: My sister's about to go to the same high school that tried to kill me for three years. I can't change districts, I can't afford private school, and I can't begin to prepare her for what could possibly come out of there. So, peachy with a side of keen, that'd be me.

Dawn: So the new Principal's evil?
Buffy: Or in a boatload of danger.
Xander: Well, the last two Principals were eaten. Who'd even apply for that job?

Buffy: Oh, Dawn...
Dawn: I know. You never know what's coming, the stake is not the power, 'To Serve Man' is a cookbook... I love you. Go away.

Dawn: I love to dance, I like music, I'm very into Britney Spears' early work - before she sold out. So mostly her, um, finger painting and macaroni art. Very underrated.

Girl singer: You've done for me everything I have ever dreamed
Guy singer: You are a miracle
Both: in my eyes
Guy singer: How do I ever say to...
Anya: God, they're depressing
Halfrek: Oh, who are they kidding with that happy, shiny crap?

Halle: No deaths, no eviscerations. You're not goading women into anything inventive, and you're not delivering when it is.
Anya: I don't even know—
Halle: Yeah, waitress downtown wished her husband would turn into a frog? You made him French!

Anya: What is this, an intervention? Shouldn't all my demon friends be here?
Halle: Sweetie. They are.

Xander: So, how's it lookin'? Does the place pass inspection?
Buffy: Oh, it's great. If you're a zombie ghost thing.
Xander: So school's back in session, huh?

Principal Wood: The school board recommended I spend a little time reading your record. It's, uh, quite a page-turner. Kind of a checkered past?
Buffy: More like a plaid. Kind of a clan tartan of badness, really.

Dead Janitor: You think you can run away?
Kit: It's not real.
Dawn: Lesson One - it's always real.

Buffy: Come on, what are you after? Fear? Revenge? Tasty brains?
Dead Guy: I think I'd like Dawn to be my girlfriend.
Buffy: Again, wrong sister. I'm the one who dates dead guys. And no offense, but they were hotties.

Buffy: Spike? Are you real?
Spike: [manic giggles, then] Buffy. Duck.
Buffy: What? Duck? There's a duck? [gets wanged on the head]
Spike: No visitors today. Terribly busy.

Dawn: What do they want?
Buffy: So far? To piss me off.
Dawn: Please tell me it's working.

Buffy: You really wanna keep this up?
Dead Janitor: What are you gonna do? Kill us?

Dawn: You really weren't kidding about this place. I guess it hasn't changed.
Buffy: I dunno. It seems smaller.

Robin: I gotta tell you, Miss Summers, I think you belong here.
Buffy: Hemnoo?
Robin: Listen, I know this school's reputation. What, you think I got this job based on seniority? We've got a lot of troubled students here and just enough money to keep this place from caving in.
Buffy: Yeah, you might need a little extra there.

Phew, and this is a long one. It's all one speech to Spike, given by a single entity whose face continues to shift...

Warren: Of course she won't understand, Sparky. I'm beyond her understanding. She's a girl! Sugar and spice and everything useless unless you're baking. I'm more than that. More than flesh...
Glory: More than blood. I'm... you know, I honestly don't think there's a human word fabulous enough for me. Oh, my name will be on everyone's lips. Assuming their lips haven't been torn off. But not just yet. That's all right, though...
Adam: I can be patient. Everything is well within parameters. She is exactly where I want her to be. And so are you, number seventeen. You're right where you belong.
Mayor Wilkins: So what did you think? You'd get your soul back, and everything would be jim dandy? A soul's slipperier than a greased weasel - why do you think I sold mine? Well, you probably thought that you'd be your own man. And I respect that. But you...
Drusilla: never will. You'll always be mine. You'll always be in the dark with me, singing our little song. You like our little songs, don't you? You've always liked them, right from the beginning. And that's where we're going.
The Master: Right back to the beginning. Not the bang. Not the word. The true beginning. The next few months are going to be quite a ride. And I think we're all going to learn something about ourselves in the process. You'll learn you're a pathetic shmuck. If it hasn't sunk in already. Look at you. Trying to do what's right. Just like her. You still don't get it. It's not about right, not about wrong...
Buffy: It's about power.

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