Willow: She told you about Spike?
Dawn: It was kinda obvious last night.
Willow: Yeah, I totally knew.
Tara: Think that's my cue to put some clothes on.
Dawn: No! I'm totally not here. You guys do whatever you want. I'll watch TV. Really loud. In the basement. Where I can't hear. Anything. Oh my god! Oh my god! I love you guys!
Warren: Welcome to the show, boys.
Andrew: That was so hot!
Buffy: Being here. After I was brought back... You have no idea how hard it is just being here.
Xander: You could have told me.
Buffy: You didn't want to know.
Spike: Because I care about you.
Buffy: Then you might want to try the not sleeping with my friends.
Spike: That's not... I didn't go to Anya for that. I was looking for a spell.
Buffy: You were going to use a spell on me?
Spike: It wasn't for you. I wanted something -- anything to make this feeling stop. I just wanted it to stop.
Spike: I'll make you feel it...
Buffy: STOP!
Buffy: Ask me again why I could never love you.
Spike: Oh god. Buffy... I didn't --
Buffy: Because I stopped you. Something I should have done a long time ago.
Warren: Okay. But can I ask you something first? You think maybe you could put a word in for me with that Anya chick? 'Cause if she's taking it from a vamp, I think I might have a chance -- No wonder she's screwing a dead guy. You hit like a girl.
Xander: At least I know how to get one.
Tara: It's not written in any ancient language we could identify --
Xander: It's Klingon. They're love poems -- which have nothing to do with the insidious scheme you're about to describe.
Spike: We were never together. Not really. She wouldn't lower herself that far.
Clem: She's a sweet girl, Spike, but hey. Issues. And no wonder, with the coming back from the grave and whatnot. I had this cousin, got resurrected by some kooky shaman -- who-boy! Was that a mess!
Andrew: Man, I can't wait to get my hands on his orbs.
Warren: I was wondering when Super Bitch would show up.
Buffy: You really got a problem with strong women, don't you?
Warren: Say good night, bitch.
Buffy: Good night, bitch. You're nothing but a sad little boy, Warren. But it's time to grow up -- and pay for what you've done.
Jonathan: Jet packs. You jerks were setting me up to take the fall.
Andrew: He left me. He flew away and left me.
Andrew: How could he do that to me? He promised we'd be together. He was just using me. He never really loved -- hanging out with us.
Xander: Time for the Spring Poking already?
Buffy: Just making sure there's no more Evil Trio cameras. Or Evil Uno.
Xander: The sinister yet addictive card game?
Buffy: Warren. Jonathan and Andrew got klinked, but Warren pulled a Rocket Man. It was a thing.
Buffy: I'm sorry. I should have told you.
Xander: Maybe you would have. If I hadn't given you so many reasons to think I'd be an ass about it.
Xander: I don't know what I'd do... without you and Will.
Buffy: Let's not find out. I love you. You know that. Right?
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