Buffy: I'm sorry.
Dawn: You hurt my arm.
Buffy: I know.
Dawn: Butthole.
Buffy: Really sorry.
Dawn: I tell you I have this theory? It goes where you're the one who's not my sister. 'Cause mom adopted you from a shoebox full of baby howler monkeys and never told you 'cause it could hurt your delicate baby feelings.
Buffy: That's your theory?
Dawn: Explains your fashion sense. And your smell.
Buffy: I'm sorry, okay?
Dawn: Broken record much?
Buffy: You can't even take an apology. You always do that. Ever since- I just had a bad day.
Dawn: Well, join the club.
Buffy: Can I be president?
Dawn: I'm president. You could be the janitor.

Dawn: She hates me.
Buffy: No.
Dawn: She called me a thing.
Buffy: She loves you. Okay? She's not herself. I told you what the doctor said about the tumor.
Dawn: No, not just Mom. People. They keep saying weird stuff about me.
Buffy: Are you talking about the man in the hospital?
Dawn: He called me a thing too. And there was another one. Weird guy outside the magic shop. He said I didn't belong. He said I wasn't real. Why does everybody keep doing that? What's wrong with me?

Dawn: Why does everybody start acting all weird when I'm around?
Xander: Me? Me not weird.
Dawn: I'm not an idiot. I know you're talking about me.
Xander: No, no, we really weren't.
Anya: We were talking about sex.
Dawn: They were talking about me, just like everybody is.
Xander: Again, not so much. In fact, none.
Anya: We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff-
Joyce: Um...
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: Oh. Right. Of course. Can't let Dawn hear anything. Fine. I'm just gonna go to bed. That way I won't accidentally get exposed to, like, words.

Dawn: Is this blood?
Buffy: Dawn!
Joyce: Oh, baby.
Buffy: What did you do?!
Dawn: This is blood, isn't it? It can't be me. I'm not a key. I'm not a thing.
Joyce: Oh, sweetie, no. Wha-what is this all about?
Dawn: What am I? Am I real? Am I anything?

Ben: Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness courtesy of... whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard. 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 I-
Ben: Dawn, was your mom brought back in? Is that why you're here?
Dawn: No. My mom's just fine.
Ben: Is there anybody I can call? Your sister?
Dawn: I don't have a sister.
Ben: Oh... you two have a fight? It's okay, I know how that goes. I got a sister too. They can be a real pain sometimes. I tell you, there've been a lot of nights I wish she didn't exist either.
Dawn: It's not Buffy. It's me. I'm the one that doesn't exist.
Ben: Look, I know it can feel that way sometimes, but when you're older-
Dawn: No, you don't understand. It's not real. None of this. They made it.
Ben: Dawn-
Dawn: I'm nothing! I'm just a thing the monks made so Glory couldn't find me. I'm not real.

Dawn: Oh, god. I can't believe it.
Lisa: It's not that bad.
Dawn: How can you say it's not that bad?
Lisa: I just don't think it's that big a deal.
Dawn: Kevin Berman called me a freak in front of everybody. No, that's no big deal.
Lisa: He didn't say you were a freak.
Dawn: Forget it.
Lisa: He just said you were... freaky. Which, you know, freaky can be... sort of cool.
Dawn: Oh yeah. Real cool. I'm a suicidal head-case.
Lisa: You know it was Kirsty. She was telling people how you were into cutting yourself, and how you-
Dawn: That's such a lie! I got cut. By accident. One time. Now Kevin thinks I'm a-
Lisa: Well, that was when you were wigging out about your family, and of course Kirsty's gotta turn everything into a story. She was telling people that you were adopted.
Dawn: What a prima bee-yotch. 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: Is she cold?
Buffy: It's not her... it's not her... she's gone.
Dawn: Where'd she go?

Buffy: What are you doing?
Dawn: I have to jump. The energy.
Buffy: It'll kill you.
Dawn: I know. Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.
Buffy: No.
Dawn: I have to. Look at what's happening. Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop. You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood.

Dawn: If you think you can give her back to me and then take her away again? No. That's worse than if you'd never brought her back. You can't mess with people's lives this way!
Willow: Dawn, we're not going to do it that way.
Dawn: How can you let her do this? How can you even talk about letting her go?
Tara: Honey, you're not listening. She said we will find another way.
Xander: We will.
Dawn: Then do it!

Willow: Hey Dawnie, uh, I'm making you a nice omelet.
Dawn: Not hungry.
Buffy: Dawn, you need to eat something.
Dawn: Thanks for your concern.

Buffy: There's something I have to do. I have to tell what I did. I have to go to the police.
Dawn: The police?
Buffy: Dawnie, I have to.
Dawn: But... what's going to happen?
Buffy: I don't know.
Dawn: They'll take you away. Won't they.
Buffy: I'm sorry.
Dawn: No, you're not. You're never here. You can't even stand to be around me.
Buffy: That is not true.
Dawn: You don't want to be here with me. You didn't want to come back. I know that. You were happier where you were. You want to go away again.
Buffy: Dawn...
Dawn: Then go! You're not really here anyway.

Spike: Things we'd rather be doing.
Buffy: I think the first priority has to be to find a way out.
Dawn: Sure. Of course you all wanna leave. 'Cause being stuck in here with me, that would really suck, right?
Willow: No, Dawnie! It's just, we have more important things to do.
Dawn: Yeah, I know. Important. Whatever that means, right?

Dawn: I'm not even there, am I?
Buffy: What?
Dawn: You said it a second ago. You don't have a sister. It's your ideal reality, and I'm not even a part of it.
Buffy: Dawn, I... I didn't mean-
Dawn: I have to go finish my chores.

Buffy: We need to find Willow.
Xander: Yeah, she's off the wagon big-time. Warren's a dead man if she finds him.
Dawn: Good.
Buffy: Dawn, don't say that.
Dawn: Why not? I'd do it myself if I could.
Buffy: Because you don't really feel that way.
Dawn: Yes I do. And you should too. He killed Tara, and he nearly killed you. He needs to pay.

Dawn: Willow... please, just listen to me.
Willow: You don't have to talk. Just think real loud. I can hear you.
Dawn: You're freaking me out.
Willow: Oh, don't be like that. I'm just a little wired. And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand-
Dawn: I miss Tara, too! But this? What you're doing here? This is not the way to go! You're only going to make things worse! But I promise, it's not too late to-
Willow: You miss her?
Dawn: Yes.
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 some ... mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, Dawnie. 'Cause you don't belong here. Wanna go back? End the pain? You'll be happier. I'll be happier. We'll all be a lot happier without listening to the constant whining.

Buffy: You need to back down a minute and think, Will.
Willow: I wasn't gonna hurt her. Buzzkill.
Dawn: She tried to turn me back.

Dawn: Maybe one of the tunnels Spike uses is around here. Uh, we could use it to get to his place.
Buffy: That's the last place on Earth we need to be.
Dawn: Oh, but it was good enough for you to take me there after what he did to you.
Buffy: What he...
Dawn: Tried to do. Whatever.
Buffy: Xander.
Dawn: So it's true?
Buffy: Dawn, you may not have noticed, we're in really big trouble here. This isn't-
Dawn: Why did you not tell me?
Buffy: Because you didn't need to know.
Dawn: Yes, I do. I need to know! I'm not a kid anymore.
Buffy: Dawn, I'm trying to protect you.
Dawn: Well, you can't! Look around, Buffy. We're trapped in here! Willow's killing and people I love keep dying! And you cannot protect me from that.

Buffy: She told me that her family had a history of heart irregularities, but she never told Cassie.
Willow: Cassie didn't know? Then it was fate?
Xander: I think she was gonna die, no matter what, wasn't she. Didn't matter what you did.
Buffy: She just knew. She was special. I failed her.
Dawn: *crying* Uh-uh. No. You didn't, 'cause you tried. You listened, and you tried. She died 'cause of her heart, not 'cause of you. She was my friend because of you. I guess sometimes you can't help.

Xander: Dawn? What's wrong? Is this— Did that guy in the jacket—
Dawn: Uh! I don't even want to hear his name anymore!
Xander: I just called him "that guy in the jacket".
Dawn: That's what I used to call him in my head before I knew his real name!
Xander: Dawnie, honey, you seem extremely perturbed. Maybe I should go get Buffy—
Dawn: No! I don't ever want to see her again.
Xander: I thought that was about that guy in the— um, that guy with the thing.
Dawn: No, it's about both of them.

Dawn: What's going on?
Anya: Willow thinks she's in love with my boyfriend, R.J.
Dawn: What? No! You two can't do this.
Buffy: Willow, you're a gay woman—and he isn't.
Willow: This isn't about his physical presence. It's about his heart.
Anya: His physical presence has a penis!
Willow: I can work around it!
Dawn: This isn't fair! How can you all be doing this to me?
Buffy: OK, wait. Everyone wait. Just calm down, OK? I-I think I know what this is. Clearly, you've both been affected by the same love spell that got Dawn.
Dawn: Uh! This isn't a spell. He owns my heart.
Buffy: Dawn, be quiet. We're trying to work this out. We don't need you interfering.
Willow: There's a simple answer to this. Just think about who loves him the most. Clearly I do, since I'm willing to look past the whole orientation thing.
Dawn: I need him.
Anya: Well, you're gonna have to do better than that—I'd kill for him.
Willow: You'd kill for a chocolate bar.
Buffy: No. Yes! Kill for him. I'm the slayer. Slayer means kill. Oh, I'll kill the principal.
Anya: Ooh, that is hard to top.
Willow: Yeah, well I have skills. I can prove my love with magic.
Anya: Yeah, right. What're you gonna do—use magic to make him into a girl? Damn. Ooh, I know what he'll like.
Buffy: Sorry, Dawnie. You're never gonna get him.
Dawn: No. Never.

Joyce: Things are coming, Dawn. Listen, things are on their way. I love you, and I love Buffy, but she won't be there for you.
Dawn: What? Why are you..?
Joyce: When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you. She'll be against you.
Dawn: No! No, don't go! Please, don't go!

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