Giles: I don't think they appreciate the gravity of what we're undertaking. How
frightening and difficult it is. Apparently somebody told them that the
vision quest consists of me taking them into the desert and doing the hokey pokey
until a "spooky rasta mama Slayer" appears and talks to them in
riddles.
Giles: Yes. S'mores. I'm going to end up singing campfire songs, aren't I?
Dawn: Molly and Rona are fighting over who gets to drive the first leg.
Buffy: Betcha now you wish you'd renewed that California driver's license.
Spike: It's like a bloody war zone up there. And not in the fun way.
Spike: Who you gonna call? God, that phrase is never gonna be usable again, is it?
Willow: You know, there are other stories from kindergarten, non-yellow-crayon stories, in
which you don't come out in such a good light. An incident involving Aquaman
Underoos, for example. Want me to start talkin'?
Xander: Hey! Willow!
Andrew: What? Why? 'Cause I used to be evil?
Xander: Well, actually, no, 'cause you're annoying, but, yeah, that's a good reason, too.
Anya: Which means we're already too late, we're heading out to the middle of nowhere --
Dawn: With no Slayer, no powerful witch...
Anya: Just a teenager, a powerless former demon and two big geeks.
Giles: Gah!
Xander: Touch him!
Dawn:I feel him! I feel him!
Xander: Me too.
Andrew: Me too!
Giles: Yes. Good. We all feel each other. Including those of us who don't really know each
other well enough to take such liberties. I assume there's a perfectly
reasonable and not-at-all insane explanation coming, yes?
Anya: We thought you might be non-corporeal evil.
Giles: Well, I... I really don't know what to...Wait, let me understand. You thought I was
evil because I took a group of young girls on a camping trip and didn't touch them??
Initiative General: He indicated you might be needing our assistance. We're to provide you anything you
need to help Ass-face here. Those were his exact words, ma'am.
