Buffy: Just have to get your rocks off fightin' demons.
Spike: There are other ways.
Buffy: And to that, an extreme 'see you later.'
Willow: What's the matter, Amy? You lonely? Oh, we need to get you a nice companion rat that you can love ... play with ... and grow attached to, until one day they leave you for no good reason.
Amy: Mm-hm. Yeah. Just you know. Everything feels weird. I mean, it's like I felt like I was in that cage for weeks. But it can still be okay right? I can still get into the swing of things, like prom's coming up. I'm so hoping Larry would ask me. We would make such a splash at- Oh. Oh god. He hasn't asked someone else, has he?
Willow: Uh, Amy ... three things we have to talk about. One, Larry's gay. Two, Larry's dead. And three, high school's kinda over.
Amy: By a giant snake thing. Okay, still adjusting. Hi Buffy.
Buffy: Hi. How've you been?
Amy: Rat. You?
Buffy: Dead.
Amy: Oh.
Buffy: You're a thing. An evil, disgusting, thing.
Tara: You know that I will always be there for you, right? There, there was actually more of a lead-in when I practiced that at home.
Dawn: I know.
Tara: It's just I wanted you to know that my moving out had nothing to do with you, and I, I will never stop loving you.
Dawn: I know.
Spike: Examine my chip, or else Mister. Fett here is the first to die.
Jonathan: Hey, all right, let's not, let's not do anything crazy here.
Andrew: That's a limited edition, 1979 mint condition Boba Fett.
Tara: Fine. I'll stay, but just until they get back. And only to make sure that you're not alone, this has nothing to do with anyone else.
Willow: I know. Xander engaged, I couldn't believe it either.
Amy: It's just so weird. So what's she like?
Willow: Thousand-year-old capitalist ex-demon with rabbit phobia.
Amy: Well, that's so his type.
Spike: Slayer.
Buffy: Spike?
Spike: Meet me at the cemetery. Twenty minutes. Come alone.
Buffy: Spike?
Spike: Bloody hell. Yes, it's me.
Buffy: You're ... calling me on the phone?
Spike: Just be there.
Buffy: Why? Are you ... helping again? You have a lead on this frost monster thingie?
Spike: Something like that, yeah. Thought you might be up for a little grunt work.
Buffy: What?! No, no-no grunting!
Spike: I was talking shop, luv, but if you got other ideas ... you, me, cozy little tomb with a view...
Spike: Oh, the pain! The pain! (grimly) Is gone.
Spike: She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love.
Buffy: Me? I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot! Poor Spikey. Can't be a human, can't be a vampire. Where the hell do you fit in?
Buffy: Your job is to kill the slayer. But all you can do is follow me around making moon eyes.
Spike: I'm in love with you.
Buffy: You're in love with pain. Admit it. You like me ... because you enjoy getting beat down. So really, who's screwed up?
Spike: Hello! Vampire! I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side. What's your excuse?
Willow: I, I just keep thinking ... there's gotta be someplace, like, bigger than this.
Amy: Besides, it's way too early to go home yet.