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.

Glory: You okay?
Dawn: I wanna go home.
Glory: Sweetie... ohh... You're about to. Not that fake suburban nightmare the monks cooked up for you. I mean your real home. As the key! You fit the lock. Well, it's like a lock. Hey! You want a pizza?
Dawn: No.
Glory: Pillow? I don't know if this thing gets cable. Doubtful.
Dawn: Please. Stop.
Glory: You nervous?
Dawn: Yes.
Glory: I know how you feel. It is your last night. As, you know ... a human. This body ... it's just a rental, Dawnie. Being human? It's like a costume for girls like you and me. Being something else, that's what we are.

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