Xander: I saved the world with talking. From my mouth. My mouth saved the world!

Buffy: We saw her kill someone. She was about to kill Dawn...
Xander: And Giles wouldn't let her leave unless she completed that, whatever... recovery course.
Dawn: Right. [nervous looks from all] Right?
Buffy: She kinda didn't finish.
Dawn: She didn't finish? She didn't finish Being Not Evil?

Buffy: Maybe she doubled back. Got off the plane after Giles left.
Dawn: Well, if she's doing that - ducking Giles - then she's evil, right?
Xander: Well, I've avoided Giles tons of times. Just meant I was lazy, not evil.
Buffy: I hope you're right. Because defeating Lazy Willow? Probably less hard.

Buffy: I checked with Giles again too. He hasn't heard from her.
Xander: Is he throwin' a tasteful British wiggins?
Buffy: Oh, with extra wig. He's blaming himself pretty hard. Like he should have known she wasn't ready to come back. I kept telling him it wasn't his fault - maybe something about us she couldn't face.
Xander: Like she didn't think we were ready to forgive her. I get that.
Dawn: So Giles is blaming Giles, we're blaming us... is anyone gonna blame Willow? Oh, don't give me shock face. I mean, will anyone around here ever start asking for help when they need it?

Anya: What are you doing here? I thought you were with Giles, studying how to not kill people.
Willow: I just got back.
Anya: Just got back as in you're all better? Or just got back to bring about a fiery apocalypse of death?
Willow: Neither. But I have been studying, working real hard, and I'm gonna be fine.
Anya: Oh, good! 'Cause I remember the last time you said that. I've spent a lot of time since then cleaning the debris out of my ex-livelihood. Stuff like that.
Willow: Yeah, I wanna help any way I can with that. I feel really responsible.
Anya: You feel really responsible? You are really responsible!
Willow: I know I hurt you... and everyone... I'm sorry.
Anya: Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't group with the 'sorry'. We prefer "Oh, God! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones!"
Willow: Go on, say whatever you want... rib bones and so forth... I deserve it.
Anya: You won't mind?
Willow: [shakes her head]
Anya: Well, then, that's no fun.
Willow: Sorry.

Anya: They've been a little temperamental lately, just between you and me. We had a little mix-up a few days ago, and...
Willow: That sounds great, so, um, where do you think they'd be?
Anya: Oh, at the new high school, probably. Everyone's all about the high school. Buffy's got some kind of job there helping junior deviants, Spike's insane in the basement, Xander's doing construction on the new gym, and...
Willow: Wait, Spike's what in the what-ment?
Anya: Insane. Base. Xander does construction.

Buffy: No skin.
Xander: Tough to look at.
Buffy: And yet my eyes refuse to look away. Stupid eyes.
Xander: I found it first thing this morning. Gave my crew the day off, and I called you right away.
Buffy: I gotta get a job where I don't get called right away for this stuff.

Willow: There's a body.
Spike: Tragedy. Is there blood?
Willow: Yeah... and I can't find Buffy or Xander or Dawn, and there's this thing killing people. Th-the victim was skinned. What could do that?
Spike: You did it once. I heard about it.
Willow: Anything other than me?

Spike: Everyone's talking to me. No one's talking to each other.
Willow: Spike, try to listen to me.
Buffy: We might as well go.
Spike: Someone isn't here. Button, button, who's got the button? My money's on the witch. Red's a bad girl.
Buffy: He's talking about Willow.
Xander: And that means something because he's chock full of sanity.

Willow: I need your help.
Anya: I don't have any money.
Willow: I don't want money. [barges in]
Anya: Come in. Enjoy my personal space.
Willow: I found a dead body near the high school.
Anya: Yes, that can happen.
Willow: Something horrible killed a boy. Took his skin right off.
Both: Was it you?
Both: No!

Willow: When did you get all insightful?
Anya: I'm surprisingly sensitive.

Anya: This isn't gonna get all sexy, is it?
Willow: I'd be shocked. Okay, do you have your powder?
Anya: Oh, I ate that. [pause] I have it.
Willow: We scatter it over the map, and everywhere there's a demon, a little light appears.
Anya: Oh, pretty! Will it hurt the carpet?

Anya: It turns out teleporting isn't a right, it's a privilege. I withdrew a vengeance spell last week, and this is my punishment. I can only teleport for official business. I have to file a flight plan and everything.
Willow: Oh. I'm sorry. That must be hard.
Anya: Yeah, it bites a pretty big one. And the vengeance itself? It's not as fulfilling as I remember.
Willow: Really? Because I got the impression that you enjoyed, you know, inflicting.
Anya: Well, causing pain sounds really cool, I know, but it turns out it's really upsetting.

Dawn: Demon called Gnarl. He's a parasite with these nasty long fingernails. He secretes something through them, uses that to paralyze his victims. He then cuts strips of their skin while they're still alive. It takes hours.
Xander: We didn't find any strips of skin. Which by the way? Gyuugh!
Dawn: You wouldn't - he eats them. That's why he's a parasite. It's, like, his natural food.
Buffy: Dawn, you're new at this, and I get why you're proud, but I'm not exactly sure why this demon is any more likely than any of the others.
Dawn: You never said 'pool of blood'.
Buffy: There was no pool, just splatters.
Dawn: Then this is your guy. He laps up the blood. You could say it's, like, his natural beverage.
Xander: You're terrifying.
Dawn: Now if we just knew how to find this thing...
Xander: Well, we can ask some questions over at Willy's Place.
Buffy: Or we could be smart... [pause] Sorry, Xander.
Xander: What?

Xander: We should have put a leash on him.
Buffy: Yes, let's tie ourselves to the crazy vampire.

Dawn: Also, I'm sure there's tons of stuff like this. You know, procedures we can use that don't involve magick spells? Just good, solid detective work. And we can develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples, and I can wear high heels more often.
Buffy: Wow, that was so close to being empowering.
Dawn: Everybody loves a slender ankle.
Spike: That's it, end of the line. Everyone off. [to Xander] Keep your ticket, you'll need that.
Buffy: That's a rock cliff.
Xander: Give him a break, Buffy. Maybe it's a vicious, skin-eating rock cliff.
Spike: There's a cave in it. Look. [pause] I'm insane, what's his excuse?

Xander: Dark and dank. I was hoping it'd be dark and dank.

Buffy: The computer - that thing Dawn was reading might have an antidote for the paralysis.
Dawn: Buffy?
Buffy: What?
Dawn: I'm really sorry.
Buffy: Oh, it's okay.
Xander: You couldn't help it. It had paralyzing fingernails.
Buffy: Just like she said it would, so... good on you.

Anya: Wouldn't it be tragic if you were here being kinda silly with your comically paralyzed sister while Willow was dying?

Willow: What's going on?
Anya: Buffy's fighting the demon over there, see? But if they get too close, I'm going to have to run.

Anya: Ah. Buffy killed the demon. It was gross.

Buffy: Willow, are you here?
Xander: Where is she? Is she alive?
Anya: She's right here. Stand back, you're getting your feet in her.

Buffy: That's magick, right? I mean, when most people meditate they don't get extra skin, right? 'Cause Clem should, like, cut back.

Willow: You know, Giles says everything's part of the earth. This bed, the air, us...
Buffy: That explains why my fingernails get dirty, even when I don't do anything.
Willow: Plus you stuck your thumbs in a demon.
Buffy: True.

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