Grave
B=Buffy, X=Xander, W=Willow, S=Spike, A=Anya, T=Tara, D=DawnJ=Jonathan, Wn=Warren, Aw=Andrew, G=Giles
W: Uh-oh, daddy's home. I'm in wicked trouble now.
G: I'm here to help you.
W: Thanks, but I can kill a couple geeks all by myself.
W: You called me a rank, arrogant amateur. Well, buckle up, Rupert, 'cause I've turn pro.
G: The Council haven't a clue. About much of anything, really.
B: Giles, everything's just been so... Xander left Anya at the altar, and Anya's a vengeance demon again. Dawn's a total klepto. Money's been so tight that I've been slinging burgers at the Doublemeat Palace. And... I've been sleeping with Spike.
G: [breaks up laughing]
G: Duct tape?
B: On their mouths. So the demon could eat them.
G: Because they were figments.
B: All of it -- you, Sunnydale... and I was just some nutcase in LA.
G: Of course. Why didn't we see it before?
G: Can you forgive me?
B: For what?
G: I should never have left.
B: No. You were right to leave. We're just... stupid.
G: Sometimes the most adult thing you can do is ask for help when you need it.
B: Now you tell me.
G: Willow's killed a human being. How will she be able to live with herself?
W: I wouldn't worry about that. Willow doesn't live here any more.
X: I can't even run away well. That's something I'm usually good at.
X: Is this blind spot, like, a genetic trait with the Summers women?
S: Well, that was a bloody doddle and a piece of piss.
W: That all you got, Jeeves? 'Cause I could stand to go another ten rounds. Whereas you can barely stand.
W: You're always saving everyone. It's kind of pesky.
J: Son of a bitch!
Aw: Butt wipe!
J: I wasn't talking to you.
Aw: Oh. Reflex.
Aw: Hide out in the cemetery -- what a fantastic idea.
X: Yeah, I'm working on a whole shut-the-hell-up pitch you might like, too.
J: Mexico, huh?
A: Holy frijole.
W: It was me who took you out of the earth. Well, now... the earth wants you back.
A: Giles! Don't die. Not yet. There are things I want to tell you. Thanks a lot for coming. It was good of you to teleport all this way. Though in retrospect, it would have been better if you hadn't come and given Willow all that magic that made her, like, ten times more powerful. That would have been a plus.
X: Hey, black-eyed girl!
X: You're not the only one with powers, you know. You may be a hopped-up uber-witch, but this carpenter can dry-wall you into the next century.
D: What? You think I never watched you?
X: You've been my best friend my whole life. World gonna end... where else would I want to be?
W: Is this the master plan? You're gonna stop me by telling me you love me?
X: Well, I was gonna walk you off a cliff and hand you an anvil, but it seemed kind of cartoony.
X: The first day of kindergarten, you cried because you broke the yellow crayon, and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You've come pretty far. Ending the world, not a terrific notion. But the thing is, yeah, I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow, and I love scary-veiny Willow.
A: Giles, you're not dead!
G: No. [Anya throws herself at him] However, I'm still in some pain.
G: The gift that was given me by the coven was the true essence of magic. Willow's magic came from a place of rage and power.
A: And vengeance. Don't forget vengeance.
G: Oh, how could I?
Demon: You have endured the required trials.
S: Bloody right I have. So you'll give me what I want. Make me what I was, so Buffy can get what she deserves.
Demon: Very well. We will return your soul.