Girl in Dream: From beneath you, it devours.

Buffy: I heard screaming.
Dawn: That was you.
Buffy: There was a girl.
Dawn:That would be me.

Dawn: 'Cause seriously, speaking for everybody who are me in the car right now, we're very excited.
Buffy: Well, I'm glad for all of you, then.
Dawn: I mean, it's just so cool! You're coming to school with me! You'll be, like, there the whole time! (Brief pause.) You understand you cannot talk to me, look at me, or hang out with any of my friends, right?

Xander: Please, outside of drugs, and violence, and unwanted pregnancy, and, uh, unleashing of hordes of armageddon that comes pouring out of the school's foundation every now and then... what trouble could these kids have?

Principal Wood: There's only three things these kids understand — the boot, the bat, and the bastonada. (He laughs. Buffy stares at him.) It's a... it's a... it's a bad joke. It's the bastonada. No one ever knows what that thing is.
Buffy: A wooden rod used to slap the soles of the feet in Turkish prisons, but if made with the correct wood, makes an awesome billy club.

Giles: The taxi's here.
Willow: I know.
Giles: And in keeping with quaint old British tradition, you would now be expected to get into it.

Giles: Try to be very specific. What exactly are you afraid of?
Willow: Well for starters, the Hellmouth's gettin' all rumbly again. And now I know it's got teeth. And are those literal teeth, 'cause I don't know if I can handle it. And what if I can handle it? Does that mean I have to be a bigger, badder bad-ass than the source of all badness? And- well, what if I give up all this control stuff and I go all veiny and homicidal again? And what if—
Giles: They won't take you back?
Willow: Uh-huh.
Giles: Willow, we could spend another two years here training and practicing and learning to hone your powers and still there'd be no way of knowing for sure that the friends you left behind you... are still your friends.
Willow: Well, sure. I mean, if you put it that way, duh.
Giles: I'd love to offer you some guarantee that you'd be welcomed back to Sunnydale with open arms but I can't. You may not be wanted. But you will be needed.
Willow: Is that all ya got?
Giles: For the moment, yes.

Giles: Trust yourself, and the others might follow.

Nancy: You hear things in this town, living here in Sunnydale, but nobody actually believes them. You know, you'd have to be crazy, and... and you guys think I'm crazy, don't you?

Dawn: Should we round up the gang?
Xander: Good thinking, except... this is the gang. (Referring to himself, Buffy, and Dawn.)

Xander (to Spike): If you're uncomfortable, we can make you leave.

Dawn: You sleep, right? You — vampires — you sleep?
Spike: Yeah. What's your point nibblet?
Dawn: Well, I can't take you in a fight or anything, even with the chip in your head. But you do sleep. If you hurt my sister at all, touch her... you're gonna wake up on fire.

Spike: Look, I can't blame you for being all skittish.
Buffy: Skittish? That's not the word I would use for it. You tried to rape me. I don't have the words.
Spike: Neither do I. I can't say "sorry." I can't use "forgive me." All I can say is, Buffy... I've changed.
Buffy: I believe you.
Spike: Well, that's something.
Buffy: I just don't know what you've changed into.

Spike (in regards to his secret): But we're not best friends anymore, so too bad for me. I'm not sharing.

Spike: I can be useful, 'cause, honestly, I've got nothing better to do.

Xander: Sunnydale: Come for the food, stay for the dismemberment.

Nancy: So... um, do you think I might, instead, give you a call sometime?
Xander: Just to check in?
Nancy: No, actually I'm hitting on you.
Xander: Even better. I'm very listed.
Nancy: And, I'm really pushy, so that works out... well, then.

Nancy: You know the feeling that you get when your ex is constantly ruining every part of your life and it just doesn't stop?
Xander: Yes.

Anya: See, honey, what I'm driving this towards here is sometimes, don't you just wish that— (She sees Xander enter and rolls her eyes.) Oh, penis.

Anya (to Nancy): You wish it, I dish it, I thought we were clear on this. I didn't think you were gonna go all narc on me.

Anya: I had a quota, the guy had it coming. What's the big?
Nancy: I think I'm gonna be sick.
Buffy: Anya, that thing you created burst through solid pavement and ate her dog.
Anya (anguished): Oooh, puppy!
Xander: Wait — that gets your sad noise? People's lives are in danger, and you give it up for the Yorkie?

Nancy: Is there anyone here that hasn't slept together? (Xander and Spike exchange looks.)
Anya: Look, at least we're all bipeds, which is more than I can say for Ronnie the Worm Boy.

Anya (to Xander): Bite me, Harris!

Spike: That's right, Big Bad's back! And lookin' for a little death!

Spike (after stabbing Ronnie): I'm sorry. Right. Wrong. Wrong maneuver. Not hardly helpful. God, please help me. Help me!

Spike: I get it. The joke's on me. Lots of laughs. Yeah. Hey, bring the wife and kiddies. Come see the show. 'Cause it's gonna be a circus. This... just the beginning, love. A warm-up act. The real headliner's coming, and when that band hits the stage, all of this... (he gestures all around him) All this... will come tumbling in death and screaming, horror and bloodshed. From beneath you, it devours.

Spike: No touching! Am I flesh? Am I flesh to you? Feed on flesh. My flesh. Nothing else, not a spark. Oh, fine. Flesh, then. Solid through. (He begins to unbutton his pants.) Get it hard, service the girl.
Buffy: Stop it! (She grabs him, he grabs her, she sends him flying.)
Spike: Right. Girl doesn't wanna be serviced. Because there's no spark. Ain't we in the soddin' engine?
Buffy: Spike, have you completely lost your mind?
Spike: Well, yes. Where have you been all night?

Spike: I tried to find it, of course.
Buffy: Find what?
Spike: The spark. The missing... the piece... that fit. That would make me fit. Because you didn't want... God, I can't. Not with you looking.

Spike: Angel— he should have warned me. (Buffy begins to realize what he's talking about.) He makes a good show of forgetting, but it's here, in me... all the time. The spark. (pause) I wanted to give you... what you deserve. And I got it. They put the spark in me. And now all it does is burn.
Buffy: Your soul.
Spike (laughing): Bit worse for lack of use.
Buffy: You got your soul back. How?
Spike: It's what you wanted, right? It's what you wanted, right?! And-and now everybody's in here, talking. Everything I did, everyone I— and him. And it. The other... the thing... beneath... beneath you. It's here, too. Everybody... they all just tell me go. Go... to hell.
Buffy: Why? Why would you do that?
Spike: Buffy, shame on you. Why does a man do what he mustn't? For her. To be hers. To be the kind of man who would nev— (He pauses, almost crying.) To be a kind of man. And she shall look on him with forgiveness... and everybody will forgive and love. (Spike goes to the cross at the front of the church.) He will be loved. (He drapes himself over the cross. His skin begins to burn.) So everybody's okay, right? (Buffy is crying.) C-can we rest now? Buffy? Can we rest?