Dawn (about Willow): She didn't finish?! She didn't finish being not evil?
Willow (sad and alone at the airport): Welcome home, me.
Dawn (about Willow): Well, if she's doing that, ducking Giles, then she's evil, right?
Dawn: So Giles is blaming Giles, and we're blaming us. Is anyone gonna blame Willow? (Buffy gives her a look.) 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 (about the Magic Box): I feel really responsible.
Anya: Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't groove with the sorry. We prefer, "Oh god! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones!"
Willow: Wait, Spike's what in the what-ment?
Spike: Out! This is my place! You need permission to be here! You need a special slip with a stamp!
Willow: The victim was... skinned. What could do that?
Buffy: He's talking about Willow.
Spike (to Willow): They think you did it... The Slayer and her boy. They think you took the skin.
Spike (serious): I have to go. There are things here without permission. I have to check their slips. Make sure they have... authorization.
Anya (pointedly, as Willow barges in to her apartment): Come in! Enjoy my personal space.
Willow: When did you get all insightful?
Anya: This isn't gonna get all sexy, is it?
Willow: Okay, do you have your powder?
Willow: Well, that's why you teleport over there, real quick like a bunn real quick, and uh, see if I'm right.
Anya: Well, as it turns out, teleporting isn't a right, it's a privilege.
Anya: I can only teleport for official business. I have to file a flight plan and everything.
Anya: Well, causing pain sounds really cool, I know, but... it turns out it's... really upsetting. Didn't used to be. But now it is.
Anya: It did get a little sexy, didn't it?
Dawn (very enthusiastic): He laps up the blood. You could say it's like his natural beverage.
Buffy: It's pretty easy. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood, and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike.
Buffy: It's a rock cliff.
Gnarl: Your friends left you here. No one comes to save you. They wanted me to have you.
Gnarl: I love a gifty. Can't wait to unwrap it.
Xander: You'll be doing limbo in no time.
Xander: What if she vomits?
Anya: Wouldn't it be tragic if you were here being kind of silly with your comically paralyzed sister while Willow was dying?
Anya: Buffy is fighting the demon over there, see, but if they get too close, I'm gonna have to run.
Willow: Giles says everything's a part of the earth. This bed, the air, us.