Dawn: OK, so I looked up demons that skin their victims and demons that flay their victims 'cause, you know, same thing. There's a ton of prospects. Anything else gone? Uh, eyeballs, toenails or viscera? That's guts.
Buffy: She knows about viscera. Makes you proud.
Xander: Just skin.
Dawn: OK, I'll work on that.

Xander: We didn't find any strips of skin. Which, by the way, gghhhh!
Dawn: You wouldn't. He eats them. That's why he's a parasite. It's like his natural food.
Buffy: Dawn, you're new at this, and I get why you're proud, but I'm not exactly sure why this demon is any more likely than any of the others.
Dawn: You never said pool of blood.
Buffy: There was no pool, just splatters.
Dawn: Then this is your guy. He laps up the blood. You could say it's like his natural beverage.
Xander: You're terrifying.

Dawn: OK. According to this, I think—you put on those puppet guys one by one. They cast shadows and the shadows tell the story. First, there is the Earth. Then, there came the demons. After demons, there came men. Men found a girl. And the men took the girl to fight the demon—all demons. They—they chained her to the Earth. And then—and I—I can't read this. Something about darkness.
Buffy: What about darkness?
Dawn: It says you cannot be shown. You cannot just watch, but you must see. See for yourself, but only if you're willing to make the exchange.
Xander: When did you get so good at Sumerian?
Dawn: It's not in Sumerian anymore.

Dawn: Willow, how would you get Buffy back?
Willow: That's what I'm saying—I don't even know.
Dawn: OK, but if another witch was to do it, where would she start?
Willow: Uh, physics, principles, basic laws...
Dawn: Such as?
Willow: Uh, conservation of energies. You can't really create or destroy anything, only transfer.
Anya: *scoffs*
Dawn: I'm sorry, are you helping?
Anya: No, but at least I'm not galloping off in the wrong direction.

Kennedy: And this is gonna help us how?
Dawn: The sand forms a circle. The circle acts as a barrier. And the barrier contains the portal.
Kennedy: Now what? We hold hands and chant kumbaya or something?

Dawn: Hey...I've been reading this old Turkish spell book. There's an old conjuration that the ancient Turks used to communicate with the dying.
Willow: Oh, yeah. I think I've read a translation of it.
Dawn: There's a translation of it?! I'm over it. Um, so the spell is used to communicate with people who can't talk. Um, like if a person was dying, this spell would let them say their good-byes or, you know, gripe about how nobody came to visit them.

Willow: This goes beyond anything I've ever done. It's a total loss of control, and not in a nice, wholesome, my girlfriend has a pierced tongue kind of way.
Buffy: I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you could do it.
Willow: I—I'm not sure that I'm stable enough.
Giles: You can do this, Willow. We'll get the coven on the line, and we'll find out how they can help.
Dawn: Oh! "Pierced tongue."
Buffy: Dawn needs to do a research thing.
Giles: Yes, you do.
Dawn: It's cool. Watcher junior to the library.

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