Buffy: Xander, I know… I'm sorry. If you're going to take a shower at my house, lock the door. Of course they're curious.
Amanda: Do people ever think you're weird?
Buffy: I guess… sure. In a charming, endearing, lovable…yeah.
Xander: Wait, the seers couldn't find out her name or her address or anything? Am I getting the definition of “seer” wrong?
Andrew: I'm not begging!
Buffy: You're like a small dog dancing for Snausages.
Buffy: He's not evil but when he gets close to it, he picks up its flavor, like a mushroom or something.
Andrew: Killing pigs is just so wrong… and also hard…
Anya: Yes, it's like one second you're this klutzy teenager with fake memories and a history of kleptomania and then suddenly you're a hero. A hero with a much abbreviated life span.
Willow: A Slayer… makes sense, I guess. Remember that thing about they share the same blood or whatever?
Anya: Yeah, I never got that.
Andrew: Holy crap. Excuse me. Plucked from an ordinary life… handed a destiny…
Xander: Say Skywalker and I smack you.
Molly: Where'd you live?
Spike: What, you mean before? A crypt, actually, but nicer. A bit more… I don't know if posh is the right word but it was more like…
Buffy: Comfy.
Kennedy: Excuse me? When did you find it comfy?
Anya: Want me to kick down the door?
Xander: Anya…
Anya: What? I think it'd be funny.
Xander: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch, a demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit but come a full moon he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful, all of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows.
Dawn: Well, you had that sexy Army training for a while and…the windows really did need fixing.
Xander: They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie. To be the one who isn't chosen, to live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You're not special. You're extraordinary.
Dawn: Maybe that's your power.
Xander: What?
Dawn: Seeing. Knowing.
Xander: Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape.
