Willow: This is exactly what you need. A 20th birthday party with... with... with presents, and funny hats, and-and those candles that don't blow out. Those used to scare me.
Xander: We're goin' up against a god. An actual mightier-than-thou god.
Willow (to Dawn): Well, I don't think Buffy would like the, uh, black arts bumpin' auras with the littlest Summers.
Anya (to Dawn): You make a very pretty little girl!
Buffy: How was school today?
Dawn: I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right?
Anya (as Buffy opens a present): This is extremely suspenseful! I want the presents.
Anya (holding the frilly dress Buffy received): Oh, it's just so lovely! Ooh, I wish it was mine! (The group gives her a funny look.) Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing!
Dawn (as the gang gets all sappy about her present to Buffy): Well, jeez, don't get all movie-of-the-week. I was just too cheap to buy you a real present.
Dawn: They were talking about me, just like everybody is.
Dawn: Jeez! Lurk much?
Dawn: You wanna come steal some stuff?
Spike: Hey! Troll hammer! (He tries to lift it and fails miserably.) Didn't go with my stuff anyway.
Spike (reading from Giles' notes): "They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her... in human form. In the form of a sister." Huh. I guess that's you, nibblet.
Buffy: Maybe it's time to start a new tradition. Birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun!
Spike: You didn't think you could keep the truth from her forever, did you? Maybe if you had been more honest with her in the first place, you wouldn't be trying to make yourself feel better with a round of Kick the Spike.
Joyce: She needs to know that she's still a part of this family and that we love her.
Xander (about Dawn): You know, uh, she kinda has a crush on me.
Spike (about Dawn): She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb. Which one's screwing her up more right now, spin the bloody wheel.
Glory: I smell a fox in my hen house. Is that why you've been playing sugar and spice with Uncle Ben? Trying to get a peek at Glory's unmentionables?
Glory (to Dawn): I've been meaning to send the Slayer a message. And I could use a little pick-me-up. Two birds, one stone, and boom! You have yummy dead birds.
Buffy: Are you okay? Did she hurt you?