Dawn: I don't wanna wait outside!
Buffy: Dawn!
Dawn: Ow, that hurt! You're hurting me. I'm telling.

Dawn: My friend Sharon's older brother knows a girl who died because she choked on her boyfriend's tongue.
Buffy: Go away, Dawn. *Riley looks amused*
Dawn: I'm not in your room. I'm in the hallway. The hallway doesn't belong to you.
Buffy: Get out of here.
Dawn: Mom, I can stand in the hallway, right?
Buffy: She's watching us like a big freak!
Joyce: This must be my 'two teenage girls in the house' headache. I thought it felt familiar.
Buffy: Good work, Dawn. You gave her a headache.
Dawn: I did not! to Joyce Did I give you a headache, Mom? I'm sure part of it is Buffy's.
Buffy: But part of it is Dawn's.
Joyce: It's so nice you've learned to share.

Buffy: Did you ever have any names for me?
Joyce: No... I think you were always just Buffy.
Dawn: I got some names for ya...

Dawn: Who said you could come in my room?
Buffy: You're not my sister.
Dawn: Yeah! Like I even want to be related to your nasty self-
Dawn: Ow! What are you doing?
Buffy: What are you?
Dawn: Get off me!
Buffy: You want to hurt me?
Dawn: Let go of me, you freak!
Buffy: Then you deal with me.
Dawn: I'm telling mom!
Buffy: You stay away from my mother!

Dawn: What are you talking about?
Buffy: Slayer stuff. I'm going out.
Dawn: Do you really think I care you're the Slayer?

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: See ya later.
Buffy: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, where do you think you're going?
Dawn: I'm going to Melinda's for dinner.
Buffy: Since when?
Dawn: Now-ish.
Buffy: You can't. I-it's not safe for you to walk there.
Dawn: It's just across the street. What is the big deal, I'm just gonna go-
Buffy: No. It's family night. And besides, Melinda's a bad influence. I don't like you hanging out with someone that... short.
Dawn: I am so glad you're moving back into the house. This is the source of my gladness.

Glory: And you are just the darlin'-est thing I ever did see in my life. What's your name, honey?
Dawn: Dawn.
Glory: Dawn? Did you know your sister took my key, Dawnie? And she won't give it back! I bet you know where she put it, don't you?
Buffy: She doesn't know anything.
Dawn: I know some stuff.
Glory: I bet she takes your stuff all the time without asking, doesn't she? Where's my key, Dawn?
Buffy: Go upstairs, Dawn.
Dawn: You're always talking about stuff I'm not supposed to hear. I'm gonna figure it out, you know.

Dawn: Is it about that weird girl that came to the house?
Buffy: Glory. And no it's not.
Dawn: Like you'd tell me anyway. Dawn's too young and Dawn's too delicate.
Buffy: Right. A young delicate pain in my butt.
Dawn: I just think you're freakin' out 'cause you have to fight someone prettier than you. That is the case, right?
Buffy: Glory is evil. And powerful. And in no way prettier than me.
Dawn: I just think you're getting soft in your advanced age. She didn't look that tough to me.

Dawn: I don't have anybody.
Buffy: What?! Of course you do. You have me!
Dawn: No, I don't. You won't even look at me. It's so obvious you don't want me around.
Buffy: That's not true.
Dawn: Yes it is. Mom... died, and it's like you don't even care.
Buffy: Of course I care. How can you even think that?
Dawn: How can I not? You haven't even cried. You've just been running around like it's been some big chore or something. Cleaning up after Mom's mess.

Buffy: I was only out of commission for three months. How many other things have changed since I've been away?
Dawn: Ooh, I got a tattoo!
Buffy: What?!
Willow: Which is why we told her no.
Dawn: Just a little one?
Buffy: Over my dead body. The kind that doesn't come back.

Buffy: Were you parking?! With a vamp?
Dawn: I-I didn't know he was dead!
Justin: Living dead.
Dawn: Shut up!
Buffy: How could you not know?
Dawn: I just met him!
Buffy: Oh! Oh, so you were parking in the woods with a boy you just met.
Justin: We've seen each other at parties.
Buffy: Shut up. I don't believe you!
Dawn: Oh, like you've never fallen for a vampire?
Buffy: That was different.
Dawn: It always is when it's you.

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.

Dawn: You're burning up.
Buffy: I should be taller than you.
Dawn: Maybe you're not done growing.
Buffy: Coming apart.
Dawn: What's coming apart?
Buffy: We have to try harder, make things better.
Dawn: I'm trying.
Buffy: Your grades... stealing. Willow's been doing your chores, hasn't she?
Dawn: What? No, i-it's... it's the fever. It's cooking your brain.

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.

Dawn: Don't you knock?
Buffy: I called for you.
Dawn: Buffy, are you okay?
Buffy: Where are you going?
Dawn: I'm going over to Janice's, where they actually like having me around.
Buffy: You're not going anywhere.
Dawn: Why not? You want me gone anyway. What do you care?
Buffy: I care. You're going downstairs with the others. It's the only way I can get healthy.
Dawn: What are you talking about? Buffy, you look sick. What are you doing? What's wrong with you? Stay away from me!

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: 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: 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: 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?

Buffy: It's real. It's the only lesson, Dawn. It's always real. Let me see.
Dawn: It's nothing, it's just a scrape. Plus, I had a plan the whole time.
Buffy: Really?
Dawn: Yeah, I planned to get killed, come back as a vampire, and bite you.

Buffy: Guys, just a second, OK. Yes, I saw Spike. I just didn't—
Dawn: What? You just forgot to mention it?
Buffy: Things were insane in the basement. I saved your life. We can discuss this later.
Dawn: Sure.
Xander: Whatever you want.
Dawn: Right. 'Cause that seems to be the only time you let us in, Buffy. Whenever you want.

Dawn: I think this thing has a freakin' child lock on it.
Buffy: Shh!
Dawn: You know, I'm not the shortest one here. I don't know why I had to be in the kid coffin.
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.

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.

Buffy: I can't watch you just throw away everything that— I know I'm right about this. I just need a little— I can't stay here and watch her lead you into some disaster.
Dawn: Then you can't stay here. Buffy, I love you, but you were right. We have to be together on this. You can't be a part of it. So I need you to leave. I'm sorry, but this is my house, too.

Buffy: Ow.
Dawn: Dumbass.
Xander: Don't look at me. This is a Summers' thing. It's all very violent.
Buffy: If you get killed, I'm telling.

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