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

Dawn: Babysitter? I'm fourteen! I'm old enough to be a babysitter!
Joyce: And who are you gonna get on such short notice?
Dawn: I can take care of myself!
Buffy: Xander.
Joyce: Xander?
*runs on-screen, presumably from her room*
Dawn: Okay.

Joyce: Dawn, be good.
Xander: Oh, we will. We're just gonna play with matches, run with scissors, take candy from... some guy ... I don't know his name.
Dawn (VO): Xander treats everyone like an equal. He doesn't look down on people.
Anya: Hello there, little girl.
Dawn (VO): Even when he should.

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.

Dawn: This is Ben. He gave me his stethoscope.
Ben: Lent you his stethoscope. Buffy, right? I'm Ben, I'm an intern here. I've had the pleasure of hanging out with the renowned Dr. Dawn here while your mom's being tested.

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...

Riley: May be more where that came from. I say we go back out again tonight.
Buffy: Um... sure.
Dawn: You can't patrol. Buffy said.
Buffy: No, I didn't.
Dawn: Yeah, remember? You said it'd be easier if you didn't have to look out for anybody.
Buffy: Well, I wasn't talking about Riley.
Riley: Don't worry about it.
Dawn: Oh, she just said you look even cuter when you're all weak and kitteny and she'd better go solo or you'd get hurt. So welcome to the club. She'll never let me go either.

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.

Buffy: You wanna take Tara out of here against her will? You gotta come through me.
Dawn: And me!
Mr. Maclay: Is this a joke? I'm not gonna be threatened by two little girls.
Dawn: You don't wanna mess with us.
Buffy: She's a hair-puller.

Dawn: This place is so cool. 'Cept I have to wear this stupid stamp on my hand.
Xander: That's to keep you from boozing it up.
Dawn: Oh please. Only losers drink alcohol.

Dawn: Sorry to interrupt the sex-capades. I just wanted to tell you that Mom's coming.
Joyce: Hi, Riley.
Riley: Hey, Mrs. Summers. How're you feeling?
Joyce: I'm fine, bordering on chipper and tomorrow planning on being obnoxious.
Riley: Glad to hear it.
Joyce: Buffy, when you have a minute I'd like to go over the grocery list for next week.
Buffy: You got it.
Joyce: Are you disinfecting something?
Buffy: Huh? Oh, uh-
Dawn: Mine! Some nail polish experiments are doomed before they even begin.
Joyce: But you keep pushing the envelope, honey. *leaves*
Dawn: Did I just pull a Slayer-related Mom cover-up thing? Come on, who's the man?
Buffy: You are. A very short, annoying man... If I show you something, you promise you won't tell?
Dawn: Oh, cool! ... I mean, gross!
Buffy: And Mom cannot know. Okay? You'll help me with the household stuff?
Dawn: Oh, sure. I save your butt and you dump all your chores on me. I got it. You're covered. We're good. Just lucky it's not bikini season.

Dawn: Oh, um... guess I'm not hungry.
Riley: Maybe I'm not making this any better.
Dawn: No, I just... this is better. I had my tenth birthday party here.
Riley: Really?
Dawn: Mm-hmm. We'd just moved to Sunnydale, and... Mom rented the carousel for an entire hour for just me and my friends. Except I hadn't made any friends yet, so... it was just me and Mom and Buffy riding it by ourselves, over and over and over again... for the whole hour, just so Mom felt like we'd gotten our money's worth. She's... she's not gonna get better, is she?
Riley: Absolutely she will. Summers women are tough.
Dawn: I'm really glad you're here.
Riley: Thanks.
Dawn: Buffy's glad too.
Riley: Yeah?
Dawn: She sure cries a lot less with you than she did with Angel.
Riley: Angel... made her cry a lot, huh?
Dawn: Everything with him was all... eee, you know?
Riley: All...?
Dawn: You know, 'my boyfriend's a vampire' crazy crazy. Every day was like the end of the world. She doesn't get all worked up like that over you... I think you've been really good for her.

Dawn: She hates me.
Buffy: No.
Dawn: She called me a thing.
Buffy: She loves you. Okay? She's not herself. I told you what the doctor said about the tumor.
Dawn: No, not just Mom. People. They keep saying weird stuff about me.
Buffy: Are you talking about the man in the hospital?
Dawn: He called me a thing too. And there was another one. Weird guy outside the magic shop. He said I didn't belong. He said I wasn't real. Why does everybody keep doing that? What's wrong with me?

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.

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: Why does everybody start acting all weird when I'm around?
Xander: Me? Me not weird.
Dawn: I'm not an idiot. I know you're talking about me.
Xander: No, no, we really weren't.
Anya: We were talking about sex.
Dawn: They were talking about me, just like everybody is.
Xander: Again, not so much. In fact, none.
Anya: We were talking about sex. I mean, you know us, sometimes we like to pretend stuff-
Joyce: Um...
Xander: Anya!
Anya: You know, like, say there's a fireman, or a shepherd-
Buffy: You know what? Let's not have this exchange of images right now.
Dawn: Oh. Right. Of course. Can't let Dawn hear anything. Fine. I'm just gonna go to bed. That way I won't accidentally get exposed to, like, words.

Dawn: Geez! Lurk much?
Spike: I wasn't lurking. I was standing about. It's a whole different vibe.
Dawn: What is- Are you giving Buffy a birthday present? Oh my god. Weird. And chocolates? Lame. And the box is all bent, and, well, you know she'd never touch anything from you anyway.
Spike: Shouldn't you be tucked away in your beddy-bye? All warm and safe where nothing can eat you?
Dawn: Is that supposed to scare me?
Spike: Little tremble wouldn't hurt.
Dawn: Sorry, it's just ... come on. I'm badder than you.
Spike: Are not!
Dawn: Am too. You're standing in the bushes hugging a bent box of chocolates, and I'm-
Spike: What? Sneaking out to braid hair and watch Teletubbies with your mates?
Dawn: No. I'm breaking into the magic shop... to steal things.
Spike: Magic shop, eh? All number of beasties between here and there. Bet they'd really go for a little red riding hood like you. Bet that wouldn't sit too well with big sister.
Dawn: I can take care of myself... You wanna come steal some stuff?
Spike: Yeah, all right.

Dawn: "The key is not directly described in any known literature, but all research indicates an energy matrix vibrating at a dimensional frequency beyond normal human perception. Only those outside reality can see the key's true nature." Outside reality. What's that mean?
Spike: Mm. Second-sight blokes, mostly. Or even just your run-of-the-mill lunatics ... What else does it say about this key? Is it made out of gold? Maybe we can hock it, split the take.
Dawn: Um, "The key is also susceptible to necromanced animal detection, particularly those of canine or serpent construct."
Spike: "The monks possessed the ability to transform energy, bend reality." Blah, blah, blah. Good lord, Giles writes as dull as he talks, doesn't he? "They started work. But the Council... has suggested... to us that they were interrupted. Presumably by Glory. They obviously did manage to accomplish the taste... accomplish the task. They had to be certain the Slayer would protect it with her life. So they sent the key to her... in human form. In the form of a sister." Huh! I guess that's you, nibblet.

Dawn: Is this blood?
Buffy: Dawn!
Joyce: Oh, baby.
Buffy: What did you do?!
Dawn: This is blood, isn't it? It can't be me. I'm not a key. I'm not a thing.
Joyce: Oh, sweetie, no. Wha-what is this all about?
Dawn: What am I? Am I real? Am I anything?

Joyce: Honey? You're gonna be late for school.
Dawn: I'm not going. Blobs of energy don't need an education.
Joyce: You want me to make you some soup? I think there's some chicken and stars...
Dawn: I'm not sick! I'm not anything.
Joyce: Honey, calm down, okay...
Dawn: Don't tell me what to do. You're not my mother.

Ben: Two steaming cups of chocolate goodness courtesy of... whoever I swiped it from out of the cupboard. Couldn't find any marshmallows. I'll try to steal some for next time.
Dawn: Don't like 'em anyway.
Ben: What? Is that even possible?
Dawn: Too squishy. When I was five, Buffy told me they were monkey brains, and I-
Ben: Dawn, was your mom brought back in? Is that why you're here?
Dawn: No. My mom's just fine.
Ben: Is there anybody I can call? Your sister?
Dawn: I don't have a sister.
Ben: Oh... you two have a fight? It's okay, I know how that goes. I got a sister too. They can be a real pain sometimes. I tell you, there've been a lot of nights I wish she didn't exist either.
Dawn: It's not Buffy. It's me. I'm the one that doesn't exist.
Ben: Look, I know it can feel that way sometimes, but when you're older-
Dawn: No, you don't understand. It's not real. None of this. They made it.
Ben: Dawn-
Dawn: I'm nothing! I'm just a thing the monks made so Glory couldn't find me. I'm not real.

Spike: Oh, it's you. What are you doing here lurking about?
Dawn: I'm not lurking. I'm looking. What are you doing?
Spike: Nothing.
Dawn: So is that how you get around town in the daytime? I mean, does that lead into the sewers or something? Can you show me?
Spike: No. Why are you- Does Buffy know you're here?
Dawn: Yeah, right. 'Cause nothing would make her happier than to find out I'm hanging out after school in the vampire's lair. Especially yours.
Spike: Go home then.
Dawn: I don't feel like it right now.
Spike: Well, you can't bloody well stay here.
Dawn: Why not?
Spike: Because, I've got things to do. Bad, evil things! That are not for a child's eyes.
Dawn: I'm not a child. I'm not even human. Not originally.
Spike: Yeah, well, originally I was. I got over it. Doesn't seem to me it matters very much how you start out.
Dawn: That's smart. I get that. I like how you talk to me like I can understand things. Everyone else is being all... twitchy and secretive.
Spike: They're just trying to keep you safe, I expect.
Dawn: I feel safe with you.
Spike: Take that back!
Dawn: I, I mean, you have that whole... superpower thing, and... you're just as tough as Buffy is, maybe tougher.

Buffy: Why doesn't that register with you? Crypt plus vampire equals bad.
Dawn: 'Cause it was Spike!
Buffy: Hanging out with Spike is not cool, Dawn, okay? It is, it is dangerous, and... icky.
Dawn: I don't think Spike's icky.
Buffy: Yeah, well, think again, sister-- You have a crush on him.
Dawn: No I don't! It's just, he's got cool hair, and he wears cool leather coats and stuff. And he doesn't treat me like an alien.
Buffy: He's a killer, Dawn. You cannot have a crush on something that is... dead, and, and evil, and a vampire.
Dawn: Right, that's why you were never with Angel for three years.
Buffy: Angel's different. He has a soul.
Dawn: Spike has a chip. Same diff.
Buffy: I, I can't listen to this! Spike is a monster, okay? A-and plus, you are only fourteen years old.
Dawn: I like hanging out with him is all. And even if I did have a crush, he wouldn't notice in a million years. Not with you around.
Buffy: What does that mean?
Dawn: Spike's totally into you ... Oh, come on. You didn't notice? Buffy, Spike is completely in love with you.
Dawn: Oh, god. I can't believe it.
Lisa: It's not that bad.
Dawn: How can you say it's not that bad?
Lisa: I just don't think it's that big a deal.
Dawn: Kevin Berman called me a freak in front of everybody. No, that's no big deal.
Lisa: He didn't say you were a freak.
Dawn: Forget it.
Lisa: He just said you were... freaky. Which, you know, freaky can be... sort of cool.
Dawn: Oh yeah. Real cool. I'm a suicidal head-case.
Lisa: You know it was Kirsty. She was telling people how you were into cutting yourself, and how you-
Dawn: That's such a lie! I got cut. By accident. One time. Now Kevin thinks I'm a-
Lisa: Well, that was when you were wigging out about your family, and of course Kirsty's gotta turn everything into a story. She was telling people that you were adopted.
Dawn: What a prima bee-yotch. I swear, if I could make her head explode using only the power of my mind? That's what I'd be doing right about now.

Dawn: Is she cold?
Buffy: It's not her... it's not her... she's gone.
Dawn: Where'd she go?

Dawn: It's here. Just like he said.
Spike: Well, at least we know the old coot isn't completely daft. Look, you better let me snatch this egg thing on my own.
Dawn: No way. I'm going.
Spike: No, you are not. I've got no idea what's down there.
Dawn: You need me, Spike. Somebody's gotta get the egg while you distract the ghora. Now come on.
Spike: Well, what do you know. Bitty Buffy.

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.

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.

Buffy: What are you doing?
Dawn: I have to jump. The energy.
Buffy: It'll kill you.
Dawn: I know. Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.
Buffy: No.
Dawn: I have to. Look at what's happening. Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop. You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood.

Dawn: If you think you can give her back to me and then take her away again? No. That's worse than if you'd never brought her back. You can't mess with people's lives this way!
Willow: Dawn, we're not going to do it that way.
Dawn: How can you let her do this? How can you even talk about letting her go?
Tara: Honey, you're not listening. She said we will find another way.
Xander: We will.
Dawn: Then do it!

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

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.

Janics: Hey Summers. Did you get over the wall okay?
Dawn: Yeah. My sister thinks I'm staying at your house.
Janics: Ahh. The Mominator thinks I'm staying at yours. Can't believe they fell for that one, like, own a TV.

Justin: Here. The spoils of war. You earned it.
Dawn: I did?
Justin: Yeah, for keepin' me steady. And so begins your life of crime.
Dawn: Hmm. You're a little late. I steal all the time.
Justin: Really.
Dawn: Totally. I haven't paid for lipstick since... forever.
Justin: Oh, be still my heart, cute and bad.
Dawn: Yeah, bad to the bone.

Dawn: Shiver me timbers.
Justin: What?
Dawn: Um... nothing. Just... wow.
Justin: Oh, my god. That was your first.
Dawn: What? No.
Justin: It was! That was your first kiss.
Dawn: I've been kissed before. I, I kiss all the time. Not that I'm a kiss slut. Just, you know, with, with the lips and, and the pressing together and stuff? Big expert here.

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.

Giles: We need to have a conversation.
Dawn: This the part where you tell me you're not angry... just disappointed?
Giles: Pretty much. Except for the bit about not being angry.

Xander: I bet they're not even working.
Buffy: Who now?
Xander: Willow and Tara. You see the way they were with each other? The get-a-roominess to them? I bet they're- Singing. They're probably singing right now.
Giles: I'm sure Willow and Tara are making every effort.
Xander: Oh, yeah.
Buffy: Xander.
Dawn: Buffy, it's okay. I do know about this stuff. Besides, it's all kinda romantic.

Sweet: 'Cause I know what you feel, girl
Dawn: No, you see / You and me / Wouldn't be very regal
Sweet: I'll make it real, girl
Dawn: What I mean / I'm fifteen / So this queen thing's illegal
Sweet: I can bring whole cities to ruin / And still have time to get a soft-shoe in
Dawn: Well, that's great / But I'm late / And I'd hate to delay her
Sweet: Something's cooking, I'm at the griddle / I bought Nero his very first fiddle
Dawn: She'll get pissed / If I'm missed / See, my sister's the Slayer

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: 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!

Spike: Things we'd rather be doing.
Buffy: I think the first priority has to be to find a way out.
Dawn: Sure. Of course you all wanna leave. 'Cause being stuck in here with me, that would really suck, right?
Willow: No, Dawnie! It's just, we have more important things to do.
Dawn: Yeah, I know. Important. Whatever that means, right?

Riley: Hey.
Dawn: Agent Finn returns.
Riley: Dawn. Geez, look at you. I think you grew a foot and a half.
Dawn: A lot can happen in a year.

Dawn: So you gonna say goodbye this time, or just... split all secret-agenty like last time?
Riley: Depends. I warrant a hug? *hugs* Goodbye, Dawn.
Dawn: I thought it would suck less this time. It doesn't.

Dawn: Spike's here and he brought a total skank.
Buffy: A-
Dawn: Skank! A manic-panicked freak who he's like totally macking with right in the middle of the room. I saw him shove his tongue-
Buffy: Spike brought a date?
Dawn: Yeah. Wait till you see her.

Demon Teenager: My family is worse.
Dawn: No way. Mine is so messed up you have no idea.
Demon Teenager: No, just wait until you see my mom dance at the reception, okay, and then tell me who's messed up.
Dawn: I guess they're all messed up.
Demon Teenager: Yeah. Everybody's pretty lame.

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!

Buffy: Okay, how about this store?
Dawn: Ah. Three pairs of earrings, a coin purse and a toothbrush.
Buffy: You stole a toothbrush.
Dawn: A mother-of-pearl handle. Very fancy.
Buffy: Yeah, but you stole a toothbrush. As far as rebellious teenagers go, you're kinda square.
Dawn: Dental hygiene is important.
Buffy: Guess this was kind of a lame sisters' day out, huh? I make up for trying to kill you by taking you to places you can't go in.
Dawn: No, it's my bad. I'm the one that got caught taking stuff.

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.

Dawn: Do you love her?
Spike: Oh, no. No. It was just a... It was a bad day. For both of us. And we just had a few drinks and, things just-
Dawn: No. Not Anya. Buffy. Do you really love her? Then how could you do that to her?
Spike: Oh, right , 'cause Big Sis was treating me so well up until that point. Must still be a bit of the evil left in me after all.
Dawn: I don't know what happened between you two. But what you did last night... If you wanted to hurt Buffy, congratulations. It worked.

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.

Clem: Say Rack does know where Willow is. He's not going to tell you for nothing. He's gonna want something.
Dawn: I have money.
Clem: That's not the kind of something he's gonna want. Rack likes little girls.
Dawn: I am not a little girl.
Clem: I, I don't know if you've thought this through. I'm supposed to keep you safe and this whole thing is... I mean, even if you find Willow... you really think you can stop her?

Dawn: Willow... please, just listen to me.
Willow: You don't have to talk. Just think real loud. I can hear you.
Dawn: You're freaking me out.
Willow: Oh, don't be like that. I'm just a little wired. And I have some things to do. I thought if anybody'd understand-
Dawn: I miss Tara, too! But this? What you're doing here? This is not the way to go! You're only going to make things worse! But I promise, it's not too late to-
Willow: You miss her?
Dawn: Yes.
Willow: Did you cry? Of course you did. I get that. I understand the crying, you cry because you're human. But you weren't always.
Dawn: Yes, I was.
Willow: No, please. You're telling me you don't remember? You used to be some ... mystic ball of energy. Maybe that's why you're crying all the time, Dawnie. 'Cause you don't belong here. Wanna go back? End the pain? You'll be happier. I'll be happier. We'll all be a lot happier without listening to the constant whining.

Buffy: You need to back down a minute and think, Will.
Willow: I wasn't gonna hurt her. Buzzkill.
Dawn: She tried to turn me back.

Dawn: Where are we going?
Xander: I have no idea.
Dawn: What?
Xander: I don't know, okay? I can't even run away well. And that's something I'm usually good at.
Dawn: Maybe we should we go back and help.
Xander: Yeah, 'cause I've been such a big help already. Standing around like a monkey while Buffy gets shot. Tara's dead... and Willow... losing...
Dawn: Well, feeling sorry for yourself isn't helping either, Xander, okay? You know, if Spike were here, he'd go back and fight.
Xander: Sure, if he wasn't too busy trying to rape your sister.

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: They just keep coming. I can't take them all. Dawn. Will you help me?
Dawn: I got your back.

Dawn: I... I think it's over, Buffy. The world's still here.
*Buffy bursts into tears*
Dawn: Sorry to disappoint yo- Wait, is... is that happy crying?
Buffy: Yes, dummy. You think I wanted the world to end?
Dawn: I don't know. Didn't you?

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: And stay away from hyena people, or any lizard-type athletes, you know, or if you see anyone that's invisible.
Dawn: Hey, Buffy, I think it's pretty safe to say I'm not going to see anybody that's invisible.

Buffy: That was suspicious.
Dawn: You betcha. Bye.
Buffy: Oh, Dawn—
Dawn: I know! You never know what's coming. The stake is not the power. To Serve Man is a cookbook. I love you. Go away.

Dawn: Let's get you out of here, OK? Maybe we can get some air. I'm Dawn.
Kit: Kit.
Dawn: Saw something pretty creepy, huh?
Kit: You wouldn't believe me.
Dawn: I kinda sorta think I will.

Kit: Hey. Hey, wake up. Please wake up.
Dawn: Oh, oh, God, uh... Are you OK?
Kit: We have to leave.
Dawn: You're not wrong. C'mon. There's got to be a staircase.

Kit: It's not real.
Dawn: Lesson one; it's always real.

Dawn: Could you die? 'Cause, seriously, speaking for everybody who are me in the car right now, we're very excited.
Buffy: Well, I'm glad for all of you then.
Dawn: I mean, it's just so cool. You're coming to school with me. You'll be, like, there the whole time. You understand you cannot talk to me, look at me, or hang out with any of my friends, right?

Dawn: You guys need to really to ease up with the whole dating demons thing.
Buffy: Uh, hello, I'm sorry. Wasn't that you having the smooch-a-thon with teen vampire last Halloween?
Dawn: See, this is why I don't want you talking to my friends.

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.

Xander: OK, in the biggest way, I am not loving this plan. I am not loving Spike. He tried to rape you.
Buffy: And he failed. I know I can take him. Xander, take Nancy home. Spike and I will patrol.
Dawn: I'm command central, so everybody check in with me. OK, I'll be here doing my homework, but the other one sounded cooler.

Dawn: Spike. You sleep, right? You. Vampires. You sleep.
Spike: Yeah. What's your point, niblet?
Dawn: Well, I can't take you in a fight or anything, even with a chip in your head. But you do sleep. If you hurt my sister at all... touch her... you're gonna wake up on fire.
Dawn: OK, so I looked up demons that skin their victims and demons that flay their victims 'cause, you know, same thing. There's a ton of prospects. Anything else gone? Uh, eyeballs, toenails or viscera? That's guts.
Buffy: She knows about viscera. Makes you proud.
Xander: Just skin.
Dawn: OK, I'll work on that.

Xander: We didn't find any strips of skin. Which, by the way, gghhhh!
Dawn: You wouldn't. He eats them. That's why he's a parasite. It's like his natural food.
Buffy: Dawn, you're new at this, and I get why you're proud, but I'm not exactly sure why this demon is any more likely than any of the others.
Dawn: You never said pool of blood.
Buffy: There was no pool, just splatters.
Dawn: Then this is your guy. He laps up the blood. You could say it's like his natural beverage.
Xander: You're terrifying.

Dawn: Also, I'm sure there's tons of stuff like this. You know, procedures we can use that don't involve magic spells. Just good solid detective work. And we can develop a database of tooth impressions and demon skin samples and I could wear high heels more often.
Buffy: Wow, that was so close to being empowered.
Dawn: Everybody loves a slender ankle.

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.
Dawn: So, um, is that any good?
Cassie: Yeah. Actually, yeah.
Dawn: What do you have to read it for?
Cassie: Oh, just for me, I guess. I kinda stopped reading my homework assignments. I just... read what I want.
Dawn: That's so cool. I'd do that, but my sister'd be down my neck in a second.
Cassie: Summers... hey— are you the counselor's little sister?
Dawn: No. She's my sister.

Cassie: Well, I guess this is goodbye.
Dawn: No. *beat* I mean, let me walk you home.
Cassie: Oh, don't worry about it, I'm going to my Mom's. It's kinda far.
Dawn: Far is good.
Cassie: Dawn, I know what's going on here.
Dawn: What?
Cassie: Buffy told you about me, right? She told you to pretend to be my friend?
Dawn: No. Maybe. Cassie, she was scared. She wanted to help you.
Cassie: Well, she can't.
Dawn: Maybe she can. She's not like you think. She's got powers... of helping. And look, she was worried and now I'm worried and I wasn't pretending at all. I really wanted to be your friend.
Cassie: You are my friend.
Dawn: I am?
Cassie: Yeah. Just remember, I'm not as dumb as I look.
Dawn: I'm glad.

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.

Dawn: You love him?
Buffy: No. I—I feel for him.
Dawn: Feel what, exactly?
Buffy: Dawn...
Dawn: No, I'm—I'm just trying to understand. I mean, none of it makes sense. First you say Spike disgusts you, but secretly you two are doing it like bunnies. And then Spike says he'd die for you, but he tries to rape you.
Buffy: For the record, Spike knew how wrong it was. That's why he went away.
Dawn: But to get a soul? Like that would make him a better man? Xander had a soul when he stood Anya up at the altar. And now he says he still wants her? I just don't think it's the school basement that's making people crazy.
Buffy: I should really get back. You comin' with?
Dawn: I just don't see why people bother. I mean, you put all this energy into chasing and having and brooding and— I just don't understand these relationships where you all do insane things.

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.

Cheerleader: I know what you're doing, slut. I saw you. I saw you with R.J.!
Dawn: So? We were just dancing.
Cheerleader: Right? You think I'm stupid? You're gonna back off now.
Dawn: You know what's sad? A girl who can't move on when she's been dumped.
Cheerleader: He didn't dump me!
Buffy: OK, first with the lap dance, now with the cat fight. Hey, you wanna get drunk and barf next?
Dawn: Let go of me. This isn't finished.
Cheerleader: I'll never let you have him, bitch. R.J. is mine. I mean it! Stay away from him!
Buffy: Well, at least someone agrees you shouldn't be dating this guy.

Buffy: Dawn. You wanna come talk to me?
Dawn: Ambush.
Buffy: I wanted to tell you that I talked to R.J. today. He's OK. I think he likes you.
Dawn: Really? Tell me what he said about me—every word—including intonation and facial expressions.
Buffy: Well, he thinks you're-you're funny and-and pretty and interesting. Didn't have a thing to say against you.
Dawn: Yes, he did. I can tell.
Buffy: The tiniest thing. He might have said that you came on a little strong.
Dawn: Oh, my God! I'm the pushy queen of slut town.
Buffy: No, honey, honey, not at all. No, no. It's just—you know, lay back a little. Let him come to you.
Dawn: I'm just scared that while I'm laying back, some other girl's gonna come and sweep him up.
Buffy: But we have inside info. We know he doesn't like being swept. He likes to be the sweeper. Dawn, you're gonna come out the winner here, with me looking out for you.

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: What were you doing? I mean, what is this?
Dawn: It doesn't matter.
Buffy: This is the plan? You're gonna steal R.J. by being trisected?!
Dawn: What am I—gonna compete with you? You're older and hotter and have sex that's rough and kill people. I don't have any of that stuff. But if I did this then his whole life he'd know there was someone that loved him so much they'd give up their life.
Buffy: Dawn...
Dawn: And it would be true forever.
Buffy: No guy is worth your life—not ever.
Dawn: R.J. is. And don't say he isn't. Look what you were willing to do.
Buffy: Dawn, I would give him to you in a second if I could. That's how much you're scaring me.
Dawn: But I—I thought you wanted him... for you.
Buffy: Nah. Well, yeah. My God, that boy is hot. Sorry. I think I might be under a spell here.
Dawn: I hear ya.

Joyce: Things are coming, Dawn. Listen, things are on their way. I love you, and I love Buffy, but she won't be there for you.
Dawn: What? Why are you..?
Joyce: When it's bad, Buffy won't choose you. She'll be against you.
Dawn: No! No, don't go! Please, don't go!

Xander: I wish Sleeping Ugly would come to. He's been out all night.
Anya: Yes, he was just starting to squeal when the spooky SWAT attacked. Said The First was held up at the Seal of...Danzar something?
Dawn: Hmm. Maybe he's just faking so he doesn't have to answer any more questions. Hm. Or maybe he's in a fugue state.
Buffy: Dawn.
Dawn: What?
Buffy: He'll come to when he comes to. Keep reading. If we're gonna rescue Spike, we need to figure out how to fight this thing.
Dawn: Anya gets to hit him.

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.

Buffy: What's it do?
Andrew: I don't know. Something not good. It didn't work 'cause... there wasn't enough blood. OK.
Dawn: There's blood on this. Lots. Looks like the first made another sacrifice. Or a music video.
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.

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.

Molly: Buffy, you fought the Turok-Han, and it almost killed you.
Chloe: And you're the real slayer.
Rona: Wh-what chance do we have?
Molly: Honestly, you staked that thing, and it didn't die.
Dawn: No, but that doesn't—
Vi: Maybe it can't be killed.
Dawn: That mean we shouldn't try?
Rona: There's that word again.
Kennedy: Hey, it's a good word.
Chloe: Give up. Can we do that? Surrender, I mean, so it won't kill us.

Dawn: Um, and exactly how many UberVamps were at the Geneva Convention?
Kennedy: Come on, we're all potential slayers. You know how to fight even if you don't know how you know it.
Vi: Fighting's one thing. Winning's another.

Molly: Ooh, crossbow! Got to love it. Feels like I'm storming a castle.
Rona: You do a lot of that, do you?
Molly: I might, I had a beauty like this. Halt!
Dawn: OK, see, that's why we don't point the weapons in the kitchen.
Vi: It's not loaded.
Dawn: That's always the lead quote under the headline "Household Crossbow Accident Claims Teen".
Vi: Oh, a mace!
Dawn: Yeah, that's better.
Rona: Gotta go with the stake. It's classic. I like the feel of wood in my hand.
Kennedy: Lost me there. Hey, we gearing up already?
Dawn: Oh, right. You guys are going on your little group patrol.
Vi: More than that, it's an outing.
Kennedy: I'm thinking tonight we might actually get to kill things.
Dawn: I-I've killed things sometimes.

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?

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.

Dawn: Hey.
Amanda: Hey, Dawn. Whatcha doing?
Dawn: Uh, just walking. You?
Amanda: Um, yeah, just walking too. K, well, have a good walk. I guess I'll see you Monday morning?
Dawn: Yeah.
Amanda: You all right?
Dawn: Sure. Just walking, you know? A-are you all right? You've got a thing.
Amanda: I guess I— I had a bit of a— It's been a bizarre night.
Dawn: What happened? Who did that to you?
Amanda: Uh, nobody... exactly. I don't think you'd exactly believe me.
Dawn: Try me.
Amanda: I-I was at school late because of, you know, Swing Choir, and I tore my sweater, you know, the striped ones we wear. So I went to Home Sciences to sew it up.
Dawn: Uh-huh.
Amanda: And by the time I was finished, the place was empty, so it was all echoy and lonely. And then there was this guy—or thing. And it was—it scratched me, and I kinda dodged it, and it kinda hit its head.
Dawn: What kind of thing?
Amanda: I don't know. It was messed up. In the face. 'Round here abouts.
Dawn: And when it scratched at you, did it—was it scratching with its teeth?
Amanda: Is it real? Was it really a vampire? I bet you think I'm crazy.
Dawn: I—I believe you.
Amanda: Well, cool. The thing is, after it hit its head, I kinda freaked out. I trapped it in a room, and it's still there, and now I don't know what to do.
Dawn: It's OK. This is totally dealable. Don't worry.
Amanda: Well, I was thinking of getting your sister.
Dawn: You know something about my sister?
Amanda: Well, I've heard people talking. A lot of 'em think she's some kind of high-functioning schizophrenic. But I also heard that maybe—like, maybe she could help with this kind of thing. Do you think we should go get her?
Dawn: She's out. I'll take this one.

Dawn: I'm all right. I-I can do this. It's mostly instinct. I think.
Amanda: So, if he scratched me with a tooth, am I—I'm not gonna turn into one, am I?
Dawn: Uh, only if he slashed open one of his own veins and led you to drink deep of his blood.
Amanda: Nope.
Dawn: Good. You're lucky he didn't hurt you way more than that.
Amanda: Right. He can do that. So, I was thinking... we don't have to kill the vampire, do we?
Dawn: What?
Amanda: Just suppose he got out and was maybe like encouraged toward the gym while the marching band was playing because the way they look down on the Swing Choir. It might be, you know, funny. I'm just saying.

Amanda: Guess you're some kind of monster expert too?
Dawn: Let's just say it runs in the family. I thought you said it was locked.
Amanda: It was. It was here.
Dawn: Amanda, it got out.

Dawn: Amanda?
Amanda: Yes.
Dawn: Listen.
Amanda: I'm listening
Dawn: We're gonna get out of this. Both of us. Alive. Alive! You believe me?
Amanda: I believe you.
Dawn: Good. 'Cause I got a plan.

Amanda: What were those?
Dawn: Amanda, listen to me. Remember when you said I was special? Well, I'm not. But the thing is, you are. This is your battle, Amanda.
Amanda: No, I can't.
Dawn: You can! You've got to. Look, I've got your back, but this is something you have to do. It's something you were born to do. Here, this belongs to you.

Xander: Aw, I'm just thinking about the girls. It's a harsh gig, being a potential. Just being picked out of a crowd, danger, destiny, plus if you act now, death.
Dawn: They can handle it.
Xander: Yeah. They're special, no doubt. The amazing thing is, not one of them will ever know, not even Buffy.
Dawn: Know what?
Xander: How much harder it is for the rest of us.
Dawn: No way. They've got—
Xander: Seven years, Dawn. Working with the slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful. A witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful. All of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows.
Dawn: Well, you had that sexy army training for a while, and—and the windows really did need fixing.
Xander: I saw what you did last night.
Dawn: Yeah, I— I guess I kinda lost my head when I thought I was the slayer.
Xander: You thought you were all special. Miss Sunnydale 2003. And the minute you found out you weren't, you handed the crown to Amanda without a moment's pause. You gave her your power.
Dawn: The power wasn't mine.
Xander: They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn't chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night. I see you working here today. You're not special. You're extraordinary.
Dawn: Maybe that's your power.
Xander: What?
Dawn: Seeing. Knowing.
Xander: Maybe it is. Maybe I should get a cape.
Dawn: Cape is good.
Xander: Yeah.

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.

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.

Xander: Come on, let's get this gay show on the gay road. Help me out here.
Buffy: What if you just start attracting male demons?
Dawn: Clem always liked you.
Anya: It would serve you right.

Dawn: So, I took a look inside that emergency bag of Principal Wood's.
Buffy: And?
Dawn: Smelled weird. Kinda like Grandma's closet, but worse.
Buffy: I didn't know what was possible. Anything we could use?
Dawn: Trinkets, weapons, one very large textbook. Translation's gonna be a bitch, but... Do you know that ancient Sumerians do not speak English?
Buffy: They're worse than the French. Anything else?
Dawn: Uh, yeah. A box. A big, fat, unopenable box. I'm betting whatever the big deal about this emergency bag is, you'll find it in the box.
Buffy: Good. Keep on it. Don't you have any real homework?
Dawn: Oh, you mean, like, schoolwork?
Buffy: Yes.
Dawn: Well, I've got a system. It's called flunking out. No, just kidding. I'm paying someone to do my work. I'm kidding. I love to see your eyeballs change color when you think I'm gonna flunk out of...

Dawn: OK. According to this, I think—you put on those puppet guys one by one. They cast shadows and the shadows tell the story. First, there is the Earth. Then, there came the demons. After demons, there came men. Men found a girl. And the men took the girl to fight the demon—all demons. They—they chained her to the Earth. And then—and I—I can't read this. Something about darkness.
Buffy: What about darkness?
Dawn: It says you cannot be shown. You cannot just watch, but you must see. See for yourself, but only if you're willing to make the exchange.
Xander: When did you get so good at Sumerian?
Dawn: It's not in Sumerian anymore.

Dawn: Are you injured?
Kennedy: Just hurt. Don't make a case out of it. How 'bout you?
Xander: I think we'll live.
Anya: Except maybe Spike.
Kennedy: Is getting thrown through the ceiling what he does best?
Dawn: I'll go check on him.

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.

Kennedy: And this is gonna help us how?
Dawn: The sand forms a circle. The circle acts as a barrier. And the barrier contains the portal.
Kennedy: Now what? We hold hands and chant kumbaya or something?

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.

Dawn: Buffy?
Buffy: We have a new house guest.
Faith: Hey, got a spare bed for a wanted fugitive?
Giles: Hello, Faith.
Faith: Well, I guess "wanted" wasn't really accurate.
Dawn: Does she have to stay here? Because there's some nice hotels that welcome tried-to-kill-your-sister types.
Faith: Check it out. Brat's all woman-sized.

Kennedy: What kind of band plays during an apocalypse?
Dawn: I think this band might actually be one of the signs.

Cop: Stay back. This doesn't concern you.
Dawn: You can't keep us in here.
Cop: It'll be over before you know it.

Cop: Trust me—the best thing you can do is wait here.
Dawn: Don't listen to him. He won't hurt us. You know what? I'm just gonna go borrow the phone.

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.
Rona: Ding dong, the witch is dead.
Dawn: Shut your mouth.

Dawn: Hey...I've been reading this old Turkish spell book. There's an old conjuration that the ancient Turks used to communicate with the dying.
Willow: Oh, yeah. I think I've read a translation of it.
Dawn: There's a translation of it?! I'm over it. Um, so the spell is used to communicate with people who can't talk. Um, like if a person was dying, this spell would let them say their good-byes or, you know, gripe about how nobody came to visit them.

Dawn: Xander, my crossbow is not out here. I told you, I don't leave crossbows around all willy-nilly. Not since that time with Miss Kitty Fantastico.
Xander: Hey, did you know I have to take a driving test every year now?
Dawn: Because you're old?
Xander: No, because of my eye. It's a whole state law. They don't trust my depth perception anymore.
Dawn: That sucks.
Xander: And you know what's even worse? All the stupid "it's all fun and games until someone loses an eye" jokes. "Hey, Xander, so no more fun and games, huh?"
Dawn: Giles was just having fun with you.

Xander: Hey, Dawn. Dawn, you awake?
Dawn: What happened?
Xander: Um, I thought you might say that.
Dawn: Actually I meant to say what the hell happened?
Xander: It was chloroform.
Dawn: Color forms...what?
Xander: Chloroform. Are you still loopy?
Dawn: Sorry about that. Someone knocked me out with chloroform.

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.

Willow: This goes beyond anything I've ever done. It's a total loss of control, and not in a nice, wholesome, my girlfriend has a pierced tongue kind of way.
Buffy: I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you could do it.
Willow: I—I'm not sure that I'm stable enough.
Giles: You can do this, Willow. We'll get the coven on the line, and we'll find out how they can help.
Dawn: Oh! "Pierced tongue."
Buffy: Dawn needs to do a research thing.
Giles: Yes, you do.
Dawn: It's cool. Watcher junior to the library.

Dawn: I'm gonna check out our field of engagement.
Buffy: Dawn...
Dawn: No. Anything you say is gonna sound like good-bye.

Willow: We changed the world. I can feel them, Buffy. All over. Slayers are awakening everywhere.
Dawn: We'll have to find them.
Willow: We will.
Giles: Yes, because the mall was actually in Sunnydale, so there's no hope of going there tomorrow.
Dawn: We destroyed the mall? I fought on the wrong side.

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