Willow: Uh oh. Daddy's home...I'm in wicked trouble now.
Giles: You've no idea.
Willow: New trick from the old dog. That's borrowed power. Now way it's strong enough to -
Giles: I'm here to help you.
Willow: Thanks, but I can kill a couple of geeks all by myself. But, hey, if you'd like to watch... I mean, that's what you Watchers are good at, right? Watching... Butting in on things that don't concern you...
Willow: Remember we had that little spat before you left? When you were under the delusion you were still relevant here? You called me a rank arrogant amateur? Well, buckle up Rupert... 'Cause I've turned pro.
Buffy: What did you do?
Giles: Contained her and her powers within a binding field. It puts her in a kind of stasis for the time--You've cut your hair.
Anya: I'm blonde! I colored my hair. Again. I'm blonde.
Giles: Yes. I noticed.
Giles: Buffy, what's happened here?
Buffy: God. I don't know where to start-
Giles: Well, Willow's clearly been abusing the majicks-
Buffy: She has. She was - and I barely even noticed. Everything's been so... Dawn's a total klepto, Xander left Anya at the altar and Anya became a demon again. And I - I'm so... I've been sleeping with Spike.
Anya: I know what you're trying to do. Hate to burst your bubble, but mind control mojo doesn't work on vengeance demons, so why don't you just--
Willow: Stop talking and listen.
Anya: Okay.
Giles: Duct tape?
Buffy: Over their mouths! Then I'm letting the demon eat them-
Giles: Because they're just figments?
Buffy: All of it! You, Sunnydale... And I'm a nutcase in L.A.!
Giles: Of course. Why didn't we see it before?
Giles: Can you forgive me?
Buffy: For what?
Giles: I should never have left.
Buffy: Oh, Giles... You were right to leave. We're just... stupid.
Xander: I don't know, okay? I can't even run away well. And that's something I'm usually good at.
Dawn: Well, feeling sorry for yourself isn't helping either, Xander. Y'know if Spike was here, he'd go back and fight.
Xander: Sure, if he wasn't too busy trying to rape your sister.
Giles: I see. You lose someone you love and the other people in your life... The ones who cares about you become meaningless. I wonder... What would Tara say about that?
Willow: You can ask her yourself.
Giles: Silly girl. I'm dying.
Anya: No, you're not.
Giles: It was... It was the only way. I thought there'd be a chance now, but...I know where Willow's gone... She's going to finish it...
Anya: Finish what?
Giles: The world.
Buffy: So, seventy years later, Willow's going to make their dreams come true.
Anya: She's going to drain the planet's life force, funnel its energy through Proserpexa's effigy and burn the Earth to a cinder.
Anya: Something else Giles said. No magic or supernatural force can stop her.
Buffy: What does that mean?
Anya: I don't know. He said "the Slayer can't stop her." Then he said a bunch of other stuff... he wasn't too... clear. I should hurry and get back to him. He's... alone.
Buffy: What do you-- Is he okay?
Anya: I... I don't think he has a lot of time.
Xander: Hey, black-eyed girl...Whatcha doin'?
Xander: You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.
Willow: I'm not joking, Xander. Get out of my way. Now.
Anya: Giles? Giles. Don't die. Not yet. I... There are... I need to tell you...Thanks a lot for coming. I mean, it was nice of you to teleport all this way-- Though, in retrospect, it might have been better if you hadn't come and given her all that magic that made her ten times more powerful... that would have been a plus.
Xander: Yeah, I get that. It's just – where else am I going to go? You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end - where else would I want to be?
Willow: Is this the master plan? You're going to stop me by telling me you love me?
Xander: Well, I was going to walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kinda cartoony.
Xander: I'm not joking. I know you're in pain. I can't imagine the pain you're in. I know you're about to do something apocalyptically evil and stupid and hey, still want to hang. You're Willow.
Willow: Don't call me th-
Xander: First day of kindergarten you cried 'cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I loved crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I'm going out, it's here. You wanna kill the world, you start with me. I've earned that.
Giles: W-well, I knew there was a possibility. The gift I was given by the coven was the true essence of Magic. Which comes, in all its purity, from the Earth itself. Willow's magic came from a place of rage and power.
Anya: Oh, and vengeance. Don't forget vengeance.
Giles: How... could I? In any case, the magic she took from me tapped into the spark of humanity she had left. Allowed her to feel again... Giving Xander the opportunity to reach her.
Anya: Xander?
Giles: Yes. It was he that got to her in time. He saved us all.
Buffy: Things have sucked lately, but it's all gonna change - and I want to be there when it does. I want to see my friends happy again.
Spike: So, give me what I want. Make me what I was... so Buffy can get what she deserves.
Voice: Very well. Your soul is returned to you.
