Dawn (about Willow): She didn't finish?! She didn't finish being not evil?

Willow (sad and alone at the airport): Welcome home, me.

Dawn (about Willow): Well, if she's doing that, ducking Giles, then she's evil, right?
Xander: Well, I've avoided Giles tons of times. Just meant I was lazy, not evil.
Buffy: I hope you're right. Because defeating lazy Willow — probably less hard.

Dawn: So Giles is blaming Giles, and we're blaming us. Is anyone gonna blame Willow? (Buffy gives her a look.) Oh, don't give me shock face. I mean, will anyone around here ever start asking for help when they need it?

Anya: What are you doing here? I thought you were with Giles, studying how to not kill people.
Willow: I just got back.
Anya: Just got back as in, you're all better, or just got back to bring a fiery apocalypse of death?

Willow (about the Magic Box): I feel really responsible.
Anya: You feel really responsible? You are really responsible!

Anya: Here's something you should know about vengeance demons. We don't groove with the sorry. We prefer, "Oh god! Please stop hitting me with my own rib bones!"
Willow: Go on. Say whatever you want. Rib bones and so forth. I-I deserve it.
Anya: And you won't mind? (Willow shakes her head.) Well, then that's no fun!
Willow: Sorry.

Willow: Wait, Spike's what in the what-ment?
Anya: Insane. Base.

Spike: Out! This is my place! You need permission to be here! You need a special slip with a stamp!

Willow: The victim was... skinned. What could do that?
Spike: You did it once. I heard about it.
Willow (uncomfortable): Anything other... other than me?

Buffy: He's talking about Willow.
Xander (sarcastic): And that means something, because he's chock full of sanity.

Spike (to Willow): They think you did it... The Slayer and her boy. They think you took the skin.
Buffy: Is there something here? Something that killed?
Xander (very dismayed): Her boy? I'm her boy?

Spike (serious): I have to go. There are things here without permission. I have to check their slips. Make sure they have... authorization.

Anya (pointedly, as Willow barges in to her apartment): Come in! Enjoy my personal space.

Willow: When did you get all insightful?
Anya: I'm surprisingly sensitive.
Willow: So, will you help me?
Anya (sighing): Is it difficult or time-consuming?

Anya: This isn't gonna get all sexy, is it?
Willow: I'd be shocked.

Willow: Okay, do you have your powder?
Anya: Ooh, I ate that. (Willow gives her a look.) I have it.

Willow: Well, that's why you teleport over there, real quick like a bunn— real quick, and uh, see if I'm right.

Anya: Well, as it turns out, teleporting isn't a right, it's a privilege.

Anya: I can only teleport for official business. I have to file a flight plan and everything.

Anya: Well, causing pain sounds really cool, I know, but... it turns out it's... really upsetting. Didn't used to be. But now it is.
Willow: Is it like you're scared of losing that feeling again, and having it be okay to hurt people, and then you're not in charge of the power anymore, because it's in charge of you?
Anya: Wow. That was... really over-dramatically stated, but yeah, that's it.

Anya: It did get a little sexy, didn't it?
(Willow looks slightly flirty for just a moment, obviously about to agree, but is disturbed and hastily excuses herself.)
Willow: I have to find this monster.

Dawn (very enthusiastic): He laps up the blood. You could say it's like his natural beverage.
Xander: You're terrifying.

Buffy: It's pretty easy. Spike follows the exciting smell of blood, and we follow the fairly ripe smell of Spike.
Dawn: It's smellementary! And, um, 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 could 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!

Buffy: It's a rock cliff.
Xander: Well, give him a break, Buffy. Maybe it's a vicious skin-eating rock cliff.
Spike (giving Xander a contemptuous look): There's a cave in it. Look. (Looks to Buffy and Dawn.) I'm insane. What's his excuse?

Gnarl: Your friends left you here. No one comes to save you. They wanted me to have you.

Gnarl: I love a gifty. Can't wait to unwrap it.

Xander: You'll be doing limbo in no time.
Dawn (very muffled): Yeah. As a pole.

Xander: What if she vomits?
Dawn (very muffled): I won't vomit.
Buffy: Do you think she'll vomit?
Dawn (very muffled): Stop talking about vomit!

Anya: Wouldn't it be tragic if you were here being kind of silly with your comically paralyzed sister while Willow was dying?

Anya: Buffy is fighting the demon over there, see, but if they get too close, I'm gonna have to run.

Willow: Giles says everything's a part of the earth. This bed, the air, us.
Buffy: Explains why my fingernails get dirty even when I don't do anything.
Willow: Plus you stuck your thumbs in a demon.