Dawn: Willow's the awesomest person. She's the only one I know who likes school as much as me. Even her friends are cool! Like Tara. She and Willow are both witches. They do spells and stuff, which is so much cooler than slaying. I told Mom one time I wished they'd teach me some of the things they do together. A-and then she got really quiet and made me go upstairs. Huh. I guess her generation isn't cool with witchcraft.

Dawn: My advice to you is do exactly what everyone else does all the time.
Willow: Got it.
Dawn: Do what everyone else does, wear what everyone else wears, say what everyone else says.
Willow: OK.
Dawn: People may say something to you you don't understand. Just don't be afraid to keep your mouth shut and pretend like you know what they're saying.

Xander: Daddy like.
Buffy: What is that shirt made of? Paint?
Willow: Buff—
Buffy: Glad Dawnie isn't here to see her precious boyfriend getting all thrusty with some slut-bag hussy-Oh.
Xander: Oh. Oh! No! 'Daddy'— No, I wasn't— When I was looking, I wasn't— Oh, God!
Willow: Right there with ya.

Dawn: Where are they going?
Willow: Bring another newbie in from the cold.
Dawn: Another one?
Willow: Well, the more the better, I figure. We need all the help we can get.
Dawn: Help. Sure that's cool, but—
Willow: What?
Dawn: I'm just not sure more scared Slayer wannabes translates as help.

Dawn: Hey, do you think this girl, this potential, goes to Sunnydale?
Willow: Hmm. Well, I guess probably, huh? I mean, she's got to be about that age.
Dawn: Could be anybody. Could be that glamazon in gym class, what's her name? Oh, my lab partner, Margot, the freak. Boy, I hope not, because she totally fainted right in the middle of our fetal pig dissection. Somehow I just don't think she's cut out for the slayage biz.
Andrew: Killing pigs is just so wrong. And also hard.
Willow: Well, we'll know soon enough who the next potential is. Somebody's life is about to change.
Dawn: How long will it take? Will we find out who it is right away?
Willow: Pretty much. The spell will conjure up this brilliant light, a-and the light will find the potential and it'll illuminate her with a glowing aura.
Andrew: Cool.
Willow: I've enchanted this map so we can track her basic location. We'll have to hot-foot it, but I'm betting we find her tonight.
Dawn: You know, if it is Margot, she's so gonna faint.

Willow: I did it right.
Xander: Wow, she—you're a potential. You could be the next slayer.
Dawn: Whoa.
Anya: Wow, it's like one second you were this klutzy teenager with fake memories and a history of kleptomania, and then—then suddenly you're a hero, a hero with a much abbreviated lifespan.
Xander: This is huge. We have to think about this.
Dawn: I-I can't think about this. It doesn't fit in my head.
Willow: A slayer. Makes sense, I guess. Remember that thing about they share the same blood or whatever?
Anya: Yeah, I never got that.
Dawn: She has to die. I mean, if I was ever the slayer, it would mean she died.
Anya: Well, it's a lot like being the Pope in that way, except you don't have to be some old Catholic.
Willow: I've got to call Buffy. She's gonna be so excited.
Xander: No, we can't. She didn't bring a cell phone.
Dawn: Well, sure, 'cause all the important people are with her.
Xander: You are important now.
Dawn: Wh-wha-what happens now?
Anya: Well, you could start by maybe sitting still for a sec.
Dawn: I-I cant. I-I need to know what happens to my life.
Willow: Well, I guess Buffy trains you.
Dawn: Right, I train with the potentials—other potentials. Learn to do the stuff they're learning.
Anya: Right, we also have to protect you from the, uh, eyeless guys, the ones with the sharp, sharp knives.
Dawn: Bringers.
Willow: It's OK, we'll protect you.
Dawn: What if they saw the spell?
Xander: Saw the spell? Dawn, they can't see flashcards. Big ones.
Dawn: We did a big orange powerful spell. What if they sensed it? What if they're on their way?

Dawn: Willow, how would you get Buffy back?
Willow: That's what I'm saying—I don't even know.
Dawn: OK, but if another witch was to do it, where would she start?
Willow: Uh, physics, principles, basic laws...
Dawn: Such as?
Willow: Uh, conservation of energies. You can't really create or destroy anything, only transfer.
Anya: *scoffs*
Dawn: I'm sorry, are you helping?
Anya: No, but at least I'm not galloping off in the wrong direction.

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