Dawn: When I was younger, I used to put my chopsticks in my mouth like this, and then Buffy would chase me around the house yelling, 'I'm the slayer, I'm going to get you!'
Anya: That's disturbing. You're emotionally scarred and will end up badly.

Anya: Well, we could play that game again, Life. That was fun.
Dawn: For you. You always win.
Anya: Well... we can make a wager this time. You can give me real money. That would be different.
Xander: And after we teach her to gamble, maybe we can all get drunk!
Anya: I don't think the bar would serve her, but we could bring something in. Strawberry schnapps taste just like real ice cream.

Dawn: You do this every night?
Anya: Every time I close out the cash register. The dance of capitalist superiority.

Dawn: If we get Buffy, can, can she start on opening the presents? It's been enough time, hasn't it?
Anya: Not yet, sweetie.
Xander: I think Buffy's busy right now.
Anya: *as if Dawn's a small child* Buffy's making a new friend. A grown-up friend.
Dawn: What, you mean the guy you invited to set her up with?
Anya: Nothing.
Dawn: It's not like I don't understand why you invited him. I was there, remember? I can hear you when I'm in the room, you know? I do understand these things.
Anya: Yes you do! *pats Dawn's head*
Dawn: You know I'm in high school, right?
Anya: Yes you are!

Anya: That was something.
Dawn: Maybe if you threw hot water on him.
Anya: Good thinking. *Buffy enters* Whoa, hey.
Dawn: Hi. Nothing.
Buffy: What?
Dawn: Oh, um, I thought you were gonna ask us what we were doing.
Buffy: No, was going to ask—
Dawn: Oh! Look who's awake.
Anya: Silly Andrew, you drooled all over yourself.

Willow: We'll tell her soon as she gets back.
Dawn: Let's not.
Willow: What? Dawn, she has to know.
Dawn: I-I know, just not right away. Guys, when mom appeared to me, she said—
Willow: Dawnie...
Dawn: No, please. She said something about Buffy, and I'm thinking... I'm just not so sure Buffy will be happy for me.
Willow: Of course she will.
Dawn: Will she? I mean, I'm not even sure I'm happy for me. Everything's different for me now.
Anya: That's because you're a part of something larger. Like being swallowed. By something larger.
Dawn: This-this is too much for my head again. I can't. I—I need to be—
Xander: Nice job with the "getting swallowed" analogy.

Xander: He might know we're coming.
Anya: Which means we're already too late, and we're heading out to the middle of nowhere.
Dawn: With no slayer, no powerful witch...
Anya: Just a teenager, a powerful former demon, and two big geeks.

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