Willow: "This is exactly what you need. A 20th birthday party with... with presents and funny hats and those candles that don't blow out. Those used to scare me."
Tara: "Me too."

Xander: "We're going up against a god. An actual, mightier-than-thou god."
Willow: "Well, you know what they say: the bigger they are--"
Anya: "The faster they stomp you into nothing."

Giles: "All we have to worry about right now is that she's immortal, invulnerable, and insane."
Xander: "A crazy hellgod? And the fun just keeps on leaving!"

Tara: "She... she's a brain sucker?"

Buffy: "I just didn't want to put you in that kind of danger."
Xander: "As opposed to the other kind we're always in?"

Glory: "Never send a minion to do a god's work."

Glory: "Hey, nice sword. Bet it hurts."

Willow: "We're doing an early-warning incantation. If anything hellgod-ishly powerful comes within a hundred feet of the shop, then screechy siren things will, you know, screech."

Dawn: "Can I help?"
Willow: "Well, I don't think Buffy would like the black arts bumping auras with the littlest Summers."

Dawn: "What's up with you? Did you get into the sugar again?"

Xander: "Anya, you want to help me with that thing?"
Anya: "Xander needs help with his thing!"

Giles: "I'm not sure our regular workout is challenging you anymore. Perhaps we should make it harder."
Buffy: "You always think harder is better. Maybe the next time I patrol I should carry a load of bricks and use a stake made of butter."

Buffy: "How was school today?"
Dawn: "The usual, big square building filled with boredom and despair."
Buffy: "Just how I remember it."

Dawn: "I just think you're freaking out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right?"
Buffy: "Glory is evil and powerful... and in no way prettier than me."

Buffy: "Prezzies!"
Willow: "See, just what you needed."
Buffy: "You are very, very wise. Now, gimmee, gimmee, gimmee!"

Anya: "This is extremely suspenseful. I want the presents!"

Tara: "We thought you'd get lots of crossbows and other killy stuff."
Willow: "Yeah, so we figured, less killy, more frilly."

Anya: "Oh, it's just so lovely! Oh, I wish it was mine! Oh, like you weren't all thinking the same thing."
Giles: "I'm fairly certain I wasn't. I've got one just like it."

Dawn: "Well, geeze, don't get all movie-of-the-week."

Dawn: "Why does everybody start acting all weird when I'm around?"
Xander: "Me? Me not weird."

Anya: "We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff."
Xander: "Anya..."
Anya: "You know, like, say there's a fireman or a shepherd--"
Buffy: "You know what? Let's not have this exchange of images right now."

Dawn: "Geeze! Lurk much?"
Spike: "I wasn't lurking. I was standing about. It's a whole different vibe."

Spike: "Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?"
Dawn: "Is that supposed to scare me?"
Spike: (sighs) "Little tremble wouldn't hurt."

Dawn: "Come on. I'm badder than you."
Spike: "Are not!"

Spike: "Magic shop, eh? All number of beasties between her and there. Bet they'd really go for a little red riding hood like you. Bet that wouldn't set too well with big sister."
Dawn: "I can take care of myself. (pause) You want to come steal some stuff?"
Spike: "Yeah, all right."

Spike: "Where'd he learn to write so bloody small, a fruit fly?"

Spike: "'The monks possessed the ability to transform energy... bend reality.' Blah, blah, blah. Good lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't he?"

Buffy: "No contact with civilians. There's probably a code name for it. You know, like 'radio silence.' It's 'greeting card silence.'"

Buffy: "Maybe it's time to start a new tradition... birthdays without boyfriends. It could be just as much fun."
Willow: "Preaching to the choir here, baby."

Dawn: "What am I? Am I real? Am I anything?"

Spike: "Morning, Sunshine. If you've come around for eggs or sausage, I'm fresh out."

Spike: "Not like I knew she was mystical glowy key thing. Nobody keeps me in the bloody loop, do they?"

Spike: "Maybe if YOU had been more honest with her in the first place, you wouldn't be trying to make yourself feel better with a round of 'kick the Spike.'"

Monk: "The Knights of Byzantium are like ants. First you see one, then two... then the picnic's ruined."

Ben: "What is she going to do? Send a six-pack of minions to bore me to death?"

Buffy: "The Slayer is the only thing standing between Dawn and this god from the bitch dimension that wants to shove her in some kind of lock and give her a good twirl."

Buffy: "We have to find her, and fast. Before Glory or the Knights of hack and slash figure out what-- WHO she really is."

Xander: "You know, she kinda has a crush on me."
Giles: "Your point being?"
Xander: "Well, nothing... No, just saying, powerful being... big energy gal digging the Xan-man. Some guys are just cooler, you know?"

Spike: "She's not just a blob of energy, she's also a 14-year-old hormone bomb. Which one's crewing her up more right now? Spin the bloody wheel."

Spike: "You'll find her just in the nick of time. That's what you hero types do."

Ben: "Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time."
Dawn: "Don't like 'em anyway."
Ben: "What? Is that even possible?"
Dawn: "Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains and..."

Glory: "Ugh, cotton! Could a fabric be more annoyingly pedestrian? Now this is what I'm talking about. Makes your skin sing!"

Glory: "I'm in a bit of a crunch here, so let's cut right to the ooey, gooey center. Your sister, the Slayer, has my key. It's mine, I want it. Do you know where she squirreled it away? There's ice cream and puppy dogs in it for you if you start singing."

Dawn: "Is it evil?"
Glory: "Totally! Well, no, not really."

Glory: "Two birds, one stone, and boom. You have yummy dead birds."

Glory: "Hey, we were just talking about you."
Buffy: "Conversation's over, hellbitch."

Buffy: "What did you do to her?"
Willow: "Teleportation spell. Still working out the kinks."
Buffy: "Where'd you send her?"
Willow: "Don't know. That's one of the kinks."

Buffy: "You are my sister. There's no way you could annoy me so much if you weren't."

Buffy: "I have to get you home now. Mom's freaking out."
Dawn: "Oh. Is she mad about the whole fire thing?"
Buffy: "I think you sort of have a 'get out of jail free' card on account of big love and trauma."
Dawn: "Really? Okay. Good. You think she'd raise my allowance?"
Buffy: "Don't push it."