Jonathan: Of course I'm scared. Last time we were here, 33.3 bar percent of us were flayed alive.
Dawn: Anchovies, anchovies, you're so delicious. I love you more than all the other fishes.
Holden: Well, you were never around. A lot of kids thought you were dating some really old guy, or that you were just heavy religious. Scott Hope said you were gay.
Buffy: What? I dated that ringworm.
Holden: He says that about every girl he breaks up with. And then last year, big surprise, he comes out.
Buffy: Men. I know how to pick 'em.
Buffy: Yeah, what I really need is emotional therapy from the evil dead.
Andrew: We find it. We alert the Slayer. We help her destroy it. We save Sunnydale. Then we join her gang and possibly hang out at her house.
Andrew: You keep leaving me. I hate it when you leave me. One time you died, and I ended up a Mexican.
Holden: I just think you're in some pain here - which I do kind of enjoy 'cause I'm evil now - but you should just ease up on yourself. It's not exactly like you have the patent on bad relationships.
Buffy: Wouldn't it be cool if I did?
Buffy: OK, you know, this is beyond evil. This is insane troll logic.
Holden: Buffy, I'm here to kill you, not to judge you.
Willow: A lot of people grieve. They don't make with the flaying.
Willow: I am the power. It's in me. Did I mention the random destruction of property? The Magic Box is not so much a box now -
Cassie: So go. Be with her. Everybody will be safe, and you'll be together again. It's not that bad. Really. It's just like going to sleep.
Willow: Who are you?
Joyce: Things are coming, Dawn. Listen, things are on their way. I love you, and I love Buffy, but she won't be there for you.
Dawn: What? Why are you - ?
Joyce: When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you. She'll be against you.
Cassie: You don't know hurt. This last year's gonna seem like cake after what I put you and your friends through, and I am not a fan of easy death. Fact is, the whole good-versus-evil, balancing the scales thing - I'm over it. I'm done with the mortal coil. But believe me, I'm going for a big finish.
Willow: From beneath you, it devours.
Cassie: Oh, not it. Me.
