Janics: Hey Summers. Did you get over the wall okay?
Dawn: Yeah. My sister thinks I'm staying at your house.
Janics: Ahh. The Mominator thinks I'm staying at yours. Can't believe they fell for that one, like, own a TV.

Dawn: Shiver me timbers.
Justin: What?
Dawn: Um... nothing. Just... wow.
Justin: Oh, my god. That was your first.
Dawn: What? No.
Justin: It was! That was your first kiss.
Dawn: I've been kissed before. I, I kiss all the time. Not that I'm a kiss slut. Just, you know, with, with the lips and, and the pressing together and stuff? Big expert here.

Buffy: So, do you have plans later, or are you just gonna go down to the docks and wait for the fleet to come in?
Dawn: What?
Buffy: Where do I start with the bad? First, you told me you were going to the library. Second, you do not go out on a date without informing me first. Third, Anna Nicole Smith makes you look tacky.
Dawn: Yeah, well I think I look hot, and so does R.J.
Buffy: Oh, I bet he does. Maybe I should go have a little word with him.
Dawn: No! Don't you dare embarrass me in front of him.
Buffy: I don't like this. This boy has you acting crazy.
Dawn: It's my life. I'll do what I want to.
Buffy: I don't think so.
Dawn: Oh. So, what—suddenly you're Mom now?
Buffy: No, I'm not. And I am glad she's not here to see you like this. Look, I'm sorry. I just—
Dawn: You just can't handle it.
Buffy: What?
Dawn: You've always been the special one. Hot little Buffy with her boyfriends. The Slayer. And now someone likes me, and you just can't stand that I'm getting the attention.
Buffy: That is the farthest thing from true.
Dawn: No it's not. And I'm sorry, but I like the way R.J. makes me feel, and if you think that makes me a slut or whatever, I don't care.

Cheerleader: I know what you're doing, slut. I saw you. I saw you with R.J.!
Dawn: So? We were just dancing.
Cheerleader: Right? You think I'm stupid? You're gonna back off now.
Dawn: You know what's sad? A girl who can't move on when she's been dumped.
Cheerleader: He didn't dump me!
Buffy: OK, first with the lap dance, now with the cat fight. Hey, you wanna get drunk and barf next?
Dawn: Let go of me. This isn't finished.
Cheerleader: I'll never let you have him, bitch. R.J. is mine. I mean it! Stay away from him!
Buffy: Well, at least someone agrees you shouldn't be dating this guy.

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