Buffy: You wanna take Tara out of here against her will? You gotta come through me.
Dawn: And me!
Mr. Maclay: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls.
Dawn: You don't wanna mess with us.
Buffy: She's a hair-puller.

Dawn: Sorry to interrupt the sex-capades. I just wanted to tell you that Mom's coming.
Joyce: Hi, Riley.
Riley: Hey, Mrs. Summers. How're you feeling?
Joyce: I'm fine, bordering on chipper and tomorrow planning on being obnoxious.
Riley: Glad to hear it.
Joyce: Buffy, when you have a minute I'd like to go over the grocery list for next week.
Buffy: You got it.
Joyce: Are you disinfecting something?
Buffy: Huh? Oh, uh-
Dawn: Mine! Some nail polish experiments are doomed before they even begin.
Joyce: But you keep pushing the envelope, honey. *leaves*
Dawn: Did I just pull a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on, who's the man?
Buffy: You are. A very short, annoying man... If I show you something, you promise you won't tell?
Dawn: Oh, cool! ... I mean, gross!
Buffy: And Mom cannot know. Okay? You'll help me with the household stuff?
Dawn: Oh, sure. I save your butt and you dump all your chores on me. I got it. You're covered. We're good. Just lucky it's not bikini season.

Dawn: It's here. Just like he said.
Spike: Well, at least we know the old coot isn't completely daft. Look, you better let me snatch this egg thing on my own.
Dawn: No way. I'm going.
Spike: No, you are not. I've got no idea what's down there.
Dawn: You need me, Spike. Somebody's gotta get the egg while you distract the ghora. Now come on.
Spike: Well, what do you know. Bitty Buffy.

Dawn: I'm gonna be okay with the basement thing. Really. You weren't you.
Buffy: This isn't guilt. I want us to spend time.
Dawn: Okay. Good. I love spending time-
Buffy: But I'm cramping your teenage style.
Dawn: No-
Buffy: Yes, I am. I'm the embarrassing mom who tries too hard. When did this happen?
Dawn: No, you're not, it's not that, it's just... what if, instead of you hanging out with me? Maybe I could hang out with you. Why don't I come patrolling with you tonight?
Buffy: Oh. And then? Maybe we can invite over some strangers and ask them to feed you candy.
Dawn: Well, you guys went out patrolling every night when you were my age.
Buffy: True... but technically, you're one-and-a-half.

Buffy: They just keep coming. I can't take them all. Dawn. Will you help me?
Dawn: I got your back.

Buffy: It's about power. Who's got it. Who knows how to use it. So, who's got the power, Dawn?
Dawn: Well, I've got the stake.
Buffy: The stake is not the power.
Dawn: But he's new. He doesn't know his strength. H-he might not know all those fancy martial arts skills they inevitably seem to pick up.
Buffy: Who's got the power?
Dawn: He does.
Buffy: Never forget it. Doesn't matter how well prepped you are or how well armed you are. You're a little girl.
Dawn: Woman.
Buffy: Little woman.
Dawn: I'm taller than you.
Buffy: He's a vampire, OK? Demon. Preternaturally strong. Skilled with powers no human could possibly ever—
Vampire: Excuse me. I think I'm stuck.
Buffy: You're stuck?
Vampire: My foot's caught on a root or something, and... I don't even know how I got down there. If you girls could just give me a hand...
Dawn: Hm. So, he's got the power?

Dawn: Let's get you out of here, OK? Maybe we can get some air. I'm Dawn.
Kit: Kit.
Dawn: Saw something pretty creepy, huh?
Kit: You wouldn't believe me.
Dawn: I kinda sorta think I will.

Kit: Hey. Hey, wake up. Please wake up.
Dawn: Oh, oh, God, uh... Are you OK?
Kit: We have to leave.
Dawn: You're not wrong. C'mon. There's got to be a staircase.

Kit: It's not real.
Dawn: Lesson one; it's always real.

Dawn: Spike. You sleep, right? You. Vampires. You sleep.
Spike: Yeah. What's your point, niblet?
Dawn: Well, I can't take you in a fight or anything, even with a chip in your head. But you do sleep. If you hurt my sister at all... touch her... you're gonna wake up on fire.
Spike: You're awfully quiet.
Buffy: Wouldn't know what to say.
Spike: Fine with me. I was more half-expecting to get an earful anyway. And when exactly did your sister get unbelievably scary?

Xander: I wish Sleeping Ugly would come to. He's been out all night.
Anya: Yes, he was just starting to squeal when the spooky SWAT attacked. Said The First was held up at the Seal of...Danzar something?
Dawn: Hmm. Maybe he's just faking so he doesn't have to answer any more questions. Hm. Or maybe he's in a fugue state.
Buffy: Dawn.
Dawn: What?
Buffy: He'll come to when he comes to. Keep reading. If we're gonna rescue Spike, we need to figure out how to fight this thing.
Dawn: Anya gets to hit him.

Andrew: OK, here's another interesting thing: how come the slayer's always a girl?
Dawn: I dunno. 'Cause girls are cooler?
Andrew: I think a guy slayer would be badass. Like—like if there was this ninja, a guy slayer would be like, "you may be silent, but this'll shut you up." Hiya.
Dawn: Buffy could stomp ninja ass.
Andrew: The silent warrior? Ha ha—I think not. She can't even slay that special vampire. Everyone's saying.
Dawn: Well everyone should shut up. And you should stop pretending anybody here is your friend.
Andrew: And also, why's she so about saving Spike? He's a worse killer than me by... a way lot.
Dawn: Spike was being controlled by The First. And he has a soul now. Besides, we need his help.
Andrew: What about me? Did it ever occur to anyone that I could be a lot more useful around here? I used to be an evil genius. Hello?
Dawn: And what was your genius thing?
Andrew: Well, um, raising demons mostly. OK, so, not for now, but also there was planning. There were, um, blueprints. I can be in this, kicking it righteous. Yeah. Oh, oh, yeah.
Dawn: Buffy said if you talked enough, I'm allowed to kill you.
Andrew: Not even.
Dawn: Even.
Andrew: License to kill, huh? Pretty cool. You know, Timothy Dalton never got his props 'cause he came in at the end of an old regime, but he had it goin' on. He went rogue with the Broccolis. They were just treading water, stylistically.
Dawn: Is there a language that you're speaking?
Andrew: I'm so alone.
Dawn: Then maybe you shouldn't've killed your only friend.
Andrew: I hate that. You don't even know.
Dawn: I don't plan to.

Molly: Buffy, you fought the Turok-Han, and it almost killed you.
Chloe: And you're the real slayer.
Rona: Wh-what chance do we have?
Molly: Honestly, you staked that thing, and it didn't die.
Dawn: No, but that doesn't—
Vi: Maybe it can't be killed.
Dawn: That mean we shouldn't try?
Rona: There's that word again.
Kennedy: Hey, it's a good word.
Chloe: Give up. Can we do that? Surrender, I mean, so it won't kill us.

Dawn: Hey.
Amanda: Hey, Dawn. Whatcha doing?
Dawn: Uh, just walking. You?
Amanda: Um, yeah, just walking too. K, well, have a good walk. I guess I'll see you Monday morning?
Dawn: Yeah.
Amanda: You all right?
Dawn: Sure. Just walking, you know? A-are you all right? You've got a thing.
Amanda: I guess I— I had a bit of a— It's been a bizarre night.
Dawn: What happened? Who did that to you?
Amanda: Uh, nobody... exactly. I don't think you'd exactly believe me.
Dawn: Try me.
Amanda: I-I was at school late because of, you know, Swing Choir, and I tore my sweater, you know, the striped ones we wear. So I went to Home Sciences to sew it up.
Dawn: Uh-huh.
Amanda: And by the time I was finished, the place was empty, so it was all echoy and lonely. And then there was this guy—or thing. And it was—it scratched me, and I kinda dodged it, and it kinda hit its head.
Dawn: What kind of thing?
Amanda: I don't know. It was messed up. In the face. 'Round here abouts.
Dawn: And when it scratched at you, did it—was it scratching with its teeth?
Amanda: Is it real? Was it really a vampire? I bet you think I'm crazy.
Dawn: I—I believe you.
Amanda: Well, cool. The thing is, after it hit its head, I kinda freaked out. I trapped it in a room, and it's still there, and now I don't know what to do.
Dawn: It's OK. This is totally dealable. Don't worry.
Amanda: Well, I was thinking of getting your sister.
Dawn: You know something about my sister?
Amanda: Well, I've heard people talking. A lot of 'em think she's some kind of high-functioning schizophrenic. But I also heard that maybe—like, maybe she could help with this kind of thing. Do you think we should go get her?
Dawn: She's out. I'll take this one.

Dawn: I'm all right. I-I can do this. It's mostly instinct. I think.
Amanda: So, if he scratched me with a tooth, am I—I'm not gonna turn into one, am I?
Dawn: Uh, only if he slashed open one of his own veins and led you to drink deep of his blood.
Amanda: Nope.
Dawn: Good. You're lucky he didn't hurt you way more than that.
Amanda: Right. He can do that. So, I was thinking... we don't have to kill the vampire, do we?
Dawn: What?
Amanda: Just suppose he got out and was maybe like encouraged toward the gym while the marching band was playing because the way they look down on the Swing Choir. It might be, you know, funny. I'm just saying.

Amanda: Guess you're some kind of monster expert too?
Dawn: Let's just say it runs in the family. I thought you said it was locked.
Amanda: It was. It was here.
Dawn: Amanda, it got out.

Dawn: Amanda?
Amanda: Yes.
Dawn: Listen.
Amanda: I'm listening
Dawn: We're gonna get out of this. Both of us. Alive. Alive! You believe me?
Amanda: I believe you.
Dawn: Good. 'Cause I got a plan.

Cop: Stay back. This doesn't concern you.
Dawn: You can't keep us in here.
Cop: It'll be over before you know it.

Cop: Trust me—the best thing you can do is wait here.
Dawn: Don't listen to him. He won't hurt us. You know what? I'm just gonna go borrow the phone.

Dawn: I'm gonna check out our field of engagement.
Buffy: Dawn...
Dawn: No. Anything you say is gonna sound like good-bye.

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