Anya: No she couldn't. A witch at her level? She could only go airborne. It's a thing. Very flashy, impresses the locals, but it does take longer.
Xander: Longer than what?
Anya: Teleporting.
Andrew: I'm telling him you said that.
Jonathan: Why wait - I'll tell him myself. Come in, Warren, do you read me, your girlfriend's pathetic, over.
Anya: Warren shot Buffy. Warren shot Tara. Buffy's alive. Tara's dead. Willow found out and being the most powerful Wicca in the western hemisphere, she went for the payback. With interest.
Andrew: Wh-what about Warren?
Anya: She killed him. Ripped him apart and bloodied up the forest doing it. Now she's coming here and you two are next.
Andrew: Stop it! Just, stop! Why is she doing this? Tell her! We didn't do anything.
Jonathan: Yes we did. We signed on. We teamed up. We wanted to see where all our plans would take us, well take a look.
Andrew: Are you kidding? She's like Dark Phoenix up there! And you expect us to just outrun her?
Xander: Boys? If you don't knock it off, I will pull this car over and you can just walk to your painful deaths from here.
Clem: So gritty. Kinda hurts my tongue, so I'd give 'em... a seven. Seven-five maybe and you think this is dumb, don't you?
Dawn: No! As taste tests go, this is definitely one of the better ones I've been to.
Clem: Still, I feel responsible. It's not fair - girl your age, cooped up in a crypt. Tell you what: let me get my hat and coat - I'll take you to a movie. We'll go nuts. PG- thirteen.
Spike: Right. Here we are now. Entertain us.
Andrew: You know - I could summon a demon to kill her.
Xander: And I could smack you so hard your eyeballs switch sockets.
Dawn: You're back on the Magicks.
Willow: No, honey. I am the Magicks.
Willow: Did you cry? Of course you did. I get that, I understand the crying, you cry because you're human. But you weren't always.
Dawn: Yes I was...
Willow: No - please, you're telling me you don't remember? You used to be ...what, some mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, "Dawny." You don't belong here.
Willow: Wanna go back? End the pain? You'll be happier. I'd be happier. We'll all be a lot happier without having to listen to all your constant whining.
Dawn: Willow... stop...
Willow: "Mom!" "Buffy!" "Tara!" Waah! Come on, someone's gotta stop the carnage. It's time you went back to being a little energy ball.
Andrew: Then what? You think your Li'l Witch buddy's gonna stop with us? You saw her! She's a truck driving Magic Mamma. We've got maybe seconds before Darth Rosenberg grinds everybody into Jawa-burgers, and not one of you bunch has the midiclorians to stop her.
Xander: You've never had any tiny bit of sex, have you?
Anya: The annoying virgin has a point.
Anya: She tried to use you for a hood ornament, Xander. She doesn't care if you live or die.
Xander: Guess you two finally have something in common
Anya: I care if you live or die, Xander. I'm just not sure which one I want.
Xander: Again with the comfort. Look, we both know things might get ugly at Wiccapalooza. If it gets really bad --
Anya: Let me guess. You'll propose.
Xander: Right, 'cause you varnishing the table with Spike -- how could that possibly have hurt? It may have chaffed...
Anya: That wasn't vengeance. It was solace.
Xander: You think I don't know that? You think I'm the hero of this piece? I saw the gun. Before Warren even raised it, I saw it, and... I couldn't move. He shot two of my friends before I could even... You want me to know how useless I am? That it's my fault? Thanks. Already got the memo.
Anya: I was talking about us.
Willow: Let me tell you something about Willow: she's a loser. And she always has been. Everyone picked on Willow in junior high, high school, up until college with her stupid mousy ways and now - Willow's a junkie.
Buffy: I can help.
Willow: The only thing Willow was ever good for...- the only thing going for me - were those moments – just moments - when Tara would look at me and I was wonderful. And that will never happen again.
Buffy: Because you lose everything. Your friends, your self... you let this control you and the world goes away. That's not... Willow, there's so much to --
Willow: Ack! Please! This is your pitch? You hate it here as much as I do. I'm just more honest about it.
Buffy: That's not true...
Willow: You're trying to sell me on the world. The one where you lie to your friends when you're not trying to kill them and you screw a vampire just to feel and insane asylums are the comfy alternative. This world? Buffy, it's me! I know you were happier in the ground - hanging with the worms. The only time you were ever at peace in your whole life is when you were dead. Until Willow brought you back.
Buffy: I said I didn't want to. Didn't say I wouldn't.
Willow: Come on! This is a huge deal for me! Six years as a side man, and now I get to be the Slayer.
Buffy: A killer isn't a Slayer. Being a Slayer means something you can't conceive of.
Willow: Oh, Buffy. You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked.
Buffy: Then show me what you got. And I'll show you what a Slayer is.
Willow: Buffy, I gotta tell you - I get it now. The Slayer thing really isn't about the violence. It's about the power. And there's no one in the world with the power to stop me now.
Giles: I'd like to test that theory.
