Giles: I was ten years old when my father told me I was destined to be
a Watcher. He was one, and his mother before him, and I was to be next.
Buffy: Were you thrilled beyond all measure?
Giles: No, I had very definite plans about my future. I was going to be a fighter pilot. Or possibly a grocer. Well, my father gave me a very tiresome speech about, ah, responsibility and sacrifice.
Buffy: Sacrifice, huh?
Xander: Whose nightmare is this?
Giles: It's mine. (he kneels by Buffy's grave) I've failed... in my duty to protect you. I should have been more cautious... taken more time to train you... but you were so gifted. And the evil was so great. I'm sorry.
Angel: It's not that simple.
Buffy: I'm making it that simple. I quit. I resign, I-I'm fired, you can find someone else to stop the Master from taking over.
Giles: I'm not sure that anyone else can. All the... the signs indicate—
Buffy: The signs?! Read me the signs! Tell me my fortune! You're so useful, sitting here with all your books! You're really a lot of help!
Giles: No, I don't suppose I am.
Giles: Buffy, I'm not going to send you out there to die. No, you were right. I-I've waded around in these old books for so long, I've forgotten what the real world is like. It's time I found out.
Buffy: You're still not going up against The Master.
Giles: I've made up my mind.
Buffy: So have I.
Giles: I made up my mine first! I'm older and wiser than you, and just... just do what you're told for once! Alright?
Buffy: That's not how it goes. I'm the Slayer.
Giles: I don't care what the books say. I defy prophecy, and I am going. There's nothing you can say will change my mind.
Buffy: I know.
[she clocks him hard in the chin, knocking him unconscious]
Buffy: When he wakes up tell him... I don't know. Think of something cool, tell him I said it.
Giles: ... Buffy?
Buffy: Oh, sorry. It's just been a really weird day.
Xander: Yeah, Buffy died and everything.
Willow: Wow, harsh.
Giles: I should have known that wouldn't stop you.