Joyce: "I think we're just about ready for pie."
Xander: "And then I'll be pretty much ready for barf."
Buffy: "Xander!"
Dawn: "Gross."
Xander: "You know, barf from the eating. 'Cause all was good and too much goodness."
Joyce: "I'm taking it as a compliment."
Giles: "Yes, everything was delicious."
Anya: "Yes. I'm going to barf, too."
Joyce: "Everyone's so sweet."

Xander: "Are you in the vomit club, too?"
Willow: "I had too much nog."
Tara: "Oh, baby. Want me to rub your tummy? She likes it when I-- Uh, stop explaining things."

Dawn: "My nog tastes funny. I think I got one with rum in it."
Willow: "That's bad."
Xander: "Yeah, now Santa's gonna pass you right by, naughty boozehound."

Willow: "Santa always passes me by. Something puts him off... could be the big honk menorah."

Dawn: "Um, guys -- hello, puberty? Sort of figured out the whole no-Santa thing."
Anya: "That's a myth."
Dawn: "Yeah."
Anya: "No, I mean, it's a myth that it's a myth. There is a Santa Claus."
Xander: "The advantage of having a thousand-year-old girlfriend. Inside scoop."
Tara: "There's a Santa Claus?"
Anya: "Mm-hmm. Been around since, like, the 1500s. But he wasn't always called Santa. But with, you know, Christmas night, flying reindeer, coming down the chimney -- all true."
Dawn: "All true?"
Anya: "Well, he doesn't traditionally bring presents so much as, you know, disembowel children. But otherwise..."
Willow: "The reindeer part was nice."

Giles: "Want to open another?"
Joyce: "Do we dare?"
Buffy: "As long as you two stay away from the band candy, I'm cool with anything."

Joyce: "You are a demon child."
Buffy: "I live to torment you. Is that so wrong?"
Joyce: "A daughter's duty, I suppose."

Dawn: "What a prima be-yatch. I swear, if I could make her head explode using only the power of my mind, that's what I'd be doing right about now."

Dawn: "You know, my big sister could really beat the crap out of her. I mean, REALLY really."

Willow: "It just happened."
Xander: "Things don't happen! I mean, they don't JUST happen. Somebody's... I mean, somebody's got..."
Willow: "Okay, Let's go. Come on. You and me, come on..."
Xander: "You know I can't take you."
Willow: "Damn straight."

Anya: "I don't understand! I don't understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she's... there's just a body, and I don't understand why she just can't get back in it and not be dead anymore. It's stupid. It's mortal and stupid. And Xander's crying and not talking. And I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever. And she'll never have eggs or yawn or brush her hair. Not ever. And no one will explain to me why."

Xander: (boom) "Sorry. Sorry, some... pent-up..."
Willow: "Xander... where did your hand go?"
Xander: "As I was saying, some frustration and now, um... I appear to be stuck."

Anya: "You could have hit an electrical... thing."
Xander: "And again with the sorry."
Willow: "Did it make you feel better?"
Xander: "For a second there."
Willow: "A whole second."

Xander: "Who did the drywall in this place?"
Willow: "I always forget to ask."

Tara: "Did I miss something?"
Anya: "Xander decided that he blames the wall."

Dawn: "Dawn: "I have to pee."
Buffy: "Do you want someone to go with you?"
Dawn: "No. I still remember how to pee."

Anya: "I wish that Joyce didn't die. Because she was nice. And now we all hurt."
Xander: "Anya -- ever the wordsmith."
Buffy: "Thank you."

Willow: "We panicked."
Buffy: "Uh-huh."