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.

Spike: Why did it appear to this one, then? I thought it was supposed to be pulling my strings.
Andrew: It said it wasn't time for you yet. Ow. I'm frightened. And my chest hurts where the tape was.
Dawn: It's OK, Andrew. You did good. You stood up to it. That's really amazing.
Andrew: Thank you. You're a peach.
Anya: Yeah. What did it want you to do, anyway?
Andrew: Shoot all the girls.
Dawn: Shoot girls?
Andrew: Not you, just the potentials.
Dawn: Oh, well that's something, anyway... Something tragic.

Andrew: Dawn is a typical American teenager. Bubbly and sweet with a hunger for fun and a smile that lights up the room.
Dawn: Hello.
Andrew: Dawn used to be a key. I don't really know what that means.

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