Buffy: Next time you're attacked...
Rhona: Whoa, whoa, "next time"? You saying I'm gonna get attacked again?
Buffy: Welcome to the Hellmouth.

Xander: Maybe we can save the maybes for more of a dayish part of the day, girls? Potential Slayers can function without sleep. Me, I'm no good without my usual 90 minutes.
Andrew: I'm with him. Keep the chatter down! Or, speak up so I can hear you. I'm bored. "Episode One" bored.

Rhona: Um, why is that guy tied to a chair?
Xander: The question you'll soon be asking is "Why isn't he gagged?".

Spike: She will come for me, she will come for me, she will come...

Tor: The night we spent together was... important to me.
Anya: One date. It wasn't even a date. We just happened to be invited to the same massacre, and you hit on me after I'd had a few...
Tor: I remember. You wore pink.
Anya: Those were entrails.

Dawn: Help? Sure, that's cool, but...
Willow: What?
Dawn: Just not sure more scared Slayer wannabes translates as help.

Buffy: It's okay, we're friendly. And we have eyes.

Andrew: I am so alone.
Dawn: Then maybe you shouldn't have killed your only friend.

Eye: The Eye sees not the future, only the truth of the now and before.
Anya: Yes, we've all got that. It's called memory.

Buffy: In the meantime, we need to stick together, okay? We're stronger that way. We can not afford to fall apart now.
Andrew: She's right. Where would the Justice League have been if they hadn't put their differences aside to stop The Imperium and its shapeshifting alien horde?
Buffy: Don't help me.

[Buffy hands Rhona a shortsword]
Rhona: Like this'll do any good. I mean, what's the point?
Kennedy: It's this end, right here. You stick that in bad guys. Any more questions?

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